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Song Jingming tilted his head slightly, staring at Lu Cheng with a stern look on his face. He, Song Jingming, has never been afraid of anyone. No matter whether he is in Beijing or Hangzhou, no one dares to stand in front of him when he wants what he wants.

Returning his girlfriend is ridiculous.

Lu Cheng felt very uncomfortable with his scary eyes.

Hearing that there was something in Song Jingming's words, Wen Ying turned a little pale, raised his head and whispered in Lu Cheng's ear: "Let's go, I'm a little tired."

Seeing the two people's intimate actions regardless of others, Song Jingming felt angry in his heart. He doesn't allow anyone to touch his things. This is a problem he has had since he was a child. It's a bit pathological, but he can't get rid of it.

At this moment, Song Jingming thought viciously and viciously about what he wanted.

He wants warm welcome, only warm welcome! Even if Wen Ying doesn't love him, he will tie her to him until Wen Ying falls in love with him.

"Let go."

Song Jingming looked at the two people's arms tightly linked together and said coldly.

Wan He couldn't let the old relationship between Song Jingming and Wen Ying rekindle, so he immediately stepped forward to hold Song Jingming in his arms: "Jingming, don't worry about outsiders. Let's go find Aunt Song. We haven't said hello yet tonight."

Song Jingming ignored Wan He, pursed his lips and said nothing, still staring at the two of them expressionlessly, but his face became increasingly gloomy.

The storm was coming, and everyone was a little frightened.

What Lu Cheng didn't expect was that Song Jingming, who had always been arrogant, would have such a big obsession with Wen Ying, which was so paranoid.

After all, in the eyes of outsiders, how could a proud man like Song Jingming, who had everything he wanted, fall for a woman?

But the predatory look in Song Jingming's eyes became more intense, and Lu Cheng had to hesitate. After all, he couldn't gamble with his father's reputation.

The dean responded the fastest. No one of these two people could afford to offend, but the one who couldn't afford to offend the most was Song Weiyu.

He immediately grabbed Lu Cheng and said, "Lucheng, as the graduate representative today, please come over and say a few words to the juniors."

The dean pulled hard, but Lu Cheng stayed put.

Now that things have come to this, everyone is in trouble, and Wen Ying knows that the crux of the matter lies with him. He smiled at Lu Cheng and said, "You go ahead. I just have a few words to say to Mr. Song."

Lu Cheng sighed and said softly: "I'll come back as soon as I go. Just stay here. Don't go away and wait for me."

Wen Ying nodded obediently to reassure him. After Lu Cheng left, he looked directly at Song Jingming and said softly: "Mr. Song, if you have anything to ask, ask now."

Wan He cursed ten thousand times in his heart, rolled his eyes at Wen Ying, and stopped pretending: "Jing Ming, stop talking nonsense to her. She is in love with Lu Cheng while provoking you... It's really unreasonable."

Song Jingming pushed Wan He's hand away and looked at Wen Ying intently: "She's not provoking me, it's me who has been provoking her."

After that, he grabbed Wen Ying's hand and walked towards the back door stairwell.

He was too strong and Wen Ying couldn't break free, so she could only resist in a low voice: "It hurts, let go! Everyone is watching."

Lu Cheng saw Wen Ying being dragged out by Song Jingming and rushed forward, but was stopped by Secretary Li: "Mr. Lu, please stop struggling needlessly for the person Mr. Song wants to take away. If the trouble gets bigger, Mayor Lu will The sides don’t look good.”

Lu Cheng froze on the spot. He could not let his affairs affect his father's official reputation. He could only watch Song Jingming take her out of the banquet hall.

The two of them reached the corner of the stairs. The light was dim and they could barely see each other's faces.

Wen Ying wanted to take out his hand, but was afraid of touching Song Jingming's injured arm, so she could only break off his fingers one by one.

Song Jingming looked at Wen Ying's little faces pinched together and whispered with heartache:

"Wen Ying, do you hate me so much? Why can he touch you, and I only hold your hand, and you are so resistant?"

Wen Ying stopped what he was doing, let him grab her wrist, and said coldly: "Mr. Song, we have nothing to do with each other. It's very rude of you to grab me like this."

Wen Ying's indifference made Song Jingming's heartache worsen.

"Discourteous? No relationship? Wen Ying, you have the nerve to say that we have no relationship? You slept with me and you forgot about it so quickly? Okay, come on, I'll remind you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Jingming put one hand on Wen Ying, forced her into the corner, and kissed her unexpectedly. Wen Ying hurriedly used her other hand to push, but Song Jingming held her back, and her two hands were clamped together by Song Jingming's one hand.

She could only be forced to accept his strong kiss, their lips and teeth tangled and rubbed together.

Recalling what happened that night in a daze, Wen Ying suddenly felt an unfamiliar sense of emptiness in her body, her feet became weak, and she felt a little lack of oxygen as she leaned against the wall. After struggling for a moment, Song Jingming let her go, leaned on her shoulder and asked, panting:

"Do you remember now?"

Wen Ying's chest rose and fell, his eyes gradually returned to focus, and his breath was filled with the faint scent of Song Jingming's men's perfume.

Being held under Song Jingming like this, she could even feel his lips not far from her neck, warm and moist.

Wen Ying tilted her head to avoid his warmth, but inadvertently pulled out a beautiful line on the side of her neck. Song Jingming looked down along the line and saw the ravine on her shoulders and chest.

Presumably, Lu Cheng and Wen Ying were looking at this position when they whispered.

Song Jingming's expression froze, and his desire to control became increasingly difficult to control. He desperately wanted to tell Wen Ying that she could not be with other men. Song Jingming would throw Pandora's box at anyone who was with her.

Song Jingming let go of Wen Ying's hand. Their eyes had adapted to the darkness, and they could clearly see the redness and swelling on Wen Ying's wrist.

He took Wen Ying's wrist and kissed Qinghen gently: "I'm sorry, but I can't control myself. You don't know how uncomfortable I am when I see you with other men. I haven't lived for 30 years. I have never felt so uncomfortable."

This is the first time Song Jingming has spoken so clearly.

Love can't lie. At this moment, Wen Ying couldn't help but feel a sweet feeling in her heart. Perhaps it was because she drank two glasses of champagne. Wen Ying was a little confused and her sanity was gradually losing.

He was so close that I could clearly feel his heartbeat.

The two people's eyes met, one burst out with love, the other couldn't bear it.

Song Jingming's Adam's apple rolled. Looking at her mouth that was red from his kiss, he couldn't help but cover it again. This time, Wen Ying didn't hide and allowed him to open the tip of his tongue and bite it wantonly.

I don't know how long it took before he let go of the panting man in the corner. Song Jingming's voice became hoarse. He looked at Wen Ying's torn dress and whispered, "It's cold. Go to the car. I have something to ask." you."

Then he took off his suit, put it on Wen Ying, put his arm around her waist, and walked towards the Maybach in the corner of the door.

The two people's hurried figures flashed past the back door. Secretary Li frowned. He had seen Song Jingming go crazy once. He was afraid that Song Jingming would become jealous and do something outrageous.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally decided to send a WeChat message to Song Jingming: "Mr. Song, actually nothing happened to Wen Ying and Lu Cheng that night. Wen Ying was working as a tutor and we haven't met them a few times."

Song Jingming's cell phone rang, but he didn't look at it.

The two sat in the back seat and locked the car. No one wanted to speak first, and it was pitch dark. There was only the scent of Song Jingming's perfume in the air, which was refreshing and elegant, teasing Wen Ying's last thoughts.

"Wen Ying, why don't you want me anymore?"