Sweet crazy!The abstinent tycoon spoils the queen as a delicate cub

The "golden" sycamore forest is all quiet, with no insects or people.

The interior of the Maybach carriage parked on the trail was dimly lit, and when the cool wind blew up, the car body occasionally shook slightly.

Different from the cold wind and bleak outside, the inside of the car is as hot as July in midsummer. There is a thin layer of white mist on the glass windows, and shallow handprints will be covered by mist in the blink of an eye.

Time passes.

The car door opened suddenly, and the pink plush slippers were the first to step on the ground. Upwards were the woman's slender calves, the willow waist that was tightly grasped, the little white hands tightly wrapped around the coat on the chest, and the red and swollen lips.

Immediately after the woman came out of the car, the figure was tall and straight, and he hugged the petite body in front of him from behind, and his soft crimson lips fell on the protruding spinous bone at the back of her neck.

"Yang Yang, it's cold outside, shall we go in?" His lustful voice was low and blurred, his lips rolled to the woman's cheek, "You'll catch a cold outside."

Liang Xi frowned, "It's not good, the car is uncomfortable."

As she spoke, she raised her finger and pointed to the bench sitting alone on the side of the road a few meters away, turned sideways, and tugged at the hem of his shirt, "Honey, let's go there."

Song Heqing's eyes flickered, and she followed her with a doting smile.

After walking two steps, Liang Xi stopped suddenly, "It's still too cold, I'll go get your clothes, you go obediently and wait for me."

"Okay." Song Heqing replied warmly

Before the words finished, Liang Xi let go of her hand, stepped back, took out her clothes, she came to the bench, and spread the coat on his shoulders thoughtfully, "Baby, it's strange to say, you said You look delicate and frail, why are you better than anyone else?"

"Delicate body...frail?" Song Heqing narrowed her phoenix eyes, and put her big hand on her waist. With a little strength, she took her on her lap, holding her small body with her right thumb and index finger. Chin, with an inexplicable smile, "Yangyang is on the bed, but she often begs me who is delicate and frail."

The last modal particle made Liang Xi feel goosebumps.

She hooked her lips calmly, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him proactively.

Then, during the passionate kiss between the two, Liang Xi took out the rope she had put in the pocket of his windbreaker in advance, opened his eyes, Liang Xi clasped his hands instead, separated from him slightly, and said in a soft voice , "Husband, I haven't played this game yet, I'll give it a try today."

Song Heqing raised her juan eyebrows, and watched her leisurely as she skillfully tied her hands to the back of the bench with handcuffing ropes.

This method of tying is very simple, but also very special. The harder the person is bound, the tighter the knot will be.

It is a binding method commonly used in ancient times when binding prisoners.

His Royal Highness knows a lot.

After tying the rope, Liang Xi kissed Song Heqing on the face forcefully, and then continued with the unfinished business in the car.

......

The cold wind invaded the muscles, and the two people who were outside were tortured by the double sky of ice and fire.

It is the time of love.

Liang Xi suddenly pushed Song Heqing away and stood up. She raised the back of her hand to wipe her lips, picked up the windbreaker that fell on the floor and threw it on Song Heqing, then bent down, stretched out her hand and pinched his face, "I won't play with you anymore, Find your own way to go back."

"In the future, if you tease me in front of so many people like today, you will never get into my bed."

After finishing speaking, she lightly patted Song Heqing's face twice, and carefully gathered his clothes together, then got into the car without looking back, sat in the driver's seat, and drove away.

bench.

Song Heqing looked helplessly and dotingly at the vehicles that were gradually going away, but she shouldn't have annoyed His Highness a few days before the menstrual event.

Suppressing the dryness in his body, he sat alone in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, leaned back lazily, and looked up at the scattered and sparse stars in the night.

The cool wind blows, the sycamore leaves spread on the ground dance with the wind, and the bamboo flies sing melodiously.

In the darkness, a tall and thin black figure suddenly appeared in front of the bench.

"Patriarch." Tongtu bent down respectfully, and reminded respectfully, "It's too cold, you should go back."

After a slight pause, he continued, "I'll ask Qiu Er to pick you up."

"No need." Song Heqing's tone was light, and he took out his hands that had been freed from the ropes when Liang Xi left, moved his wrists, stood up, put on the windbreaker slowly, and asked in an indifferent voice, "What's the matter?" How are you doing?"

heard.

Tong Tu knelt down on the ground, his voice suppressed and trembling, "Patriarch, forgive me, when my people arrived at the Lanta Club, the Lanta Club was already empty, but..."

Feeling that the air pressure in front of him suddenly dropped, Tongtu's heart trembled, and he felt a chill down his spine, "But they left a letter for you, Patriarch."

With that said, Tong Tu took out the envelope from his pocket and offered it with both hands.

Song Heqing lowered her eyes, glanced at him expressionlessly, took the envelope, and opened it slowly.

The envelope is made of kraft paper with excellent texture, and the totem with complex lines on the lower right corner seems to be carved on it, even the Song characters on the envelope.

There were no street lights in the sycamore forest, and his mobile phone was not on his body. He took the envelope in his hand, picked up the rope on the bench, put it in his pocket, and then stepped out of the forest.

Tong Tu consciously disappears, disappearing into the darkness like a ghost.

Walking out of the sycamore forest, the wide road is lined with endless warm white street lamps. At a glance, it looks like pearls strung together, like the pearl necklace worn by His Royal Highness yesterday.

Thinking of Liang Xi, the corners of Song Heqing's lips raised unconsciously.

The long fingers in his pocket gently stroked the rough rope, then he took out the letter paper and slowly unfolded it.

Under the street lamp, the powerful handwriting on the letter paper is like flying dragons and phoenixes, showing restraint in arrogance.

[For my daughter's sake, I don't care about you for the time being, but you are quite capable if you can find out about Lanta. 】

[Take care of her, the situation in Wales, I don't want to have a second time. 】

The words in this letter don't have a restrained meaning in the handwriting. There is no one who dares to call Song Heqing your boy, except for the elders of Song's parents.

Obviously.

The person who wrote the letter was not afraid of the Song family's wealth and power, and his status was higher than that of the Song family.

In today's world, apart from the Zi clan, there is no second force above the Song family.

The daughter in this letter refers to Liang Xi.

The person who wrote the letter was even more difficult to guess, except for the patriarch of the purple clan, who else could it be.

Song Heqing snorted lightly, passed by the pond, and threw the letter into it casually.

The situation in Wales will naturally not happen again.

Do not care.

He said it doesn't count.

If he didn't take Yang Yang away, he didn't care about these two words.