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In the car last night? Wen Ying vaguely remembered the words he said when he was deeply in love.

Pretending to be calm, he said: "Then...those words cannot be counted."

Song Jingming's mind was buzzing, and displeasure was visible in the corner of his eyes. He really wanted to see this woman clearly from the inside out, and understand why she was able to grasp and rub his bottom line again and again.

"Wen Ying, can we be a little responsible? You just said you like me last night, but you don't admit it today?"

"No, I admit that I like you, I just don't admit that you are my boyfriend." Wen Ying was anxious and said what was in his heart directly.

After saying that, the room was silent, and she could hear Song Jingming's gradually heavier breathing, accompanied by anger.

Wen Ying also seemed to realize that it was inappropriate to say this: "I mean, Mr. Song and I have only known each other for less than two months, and I really can't define our relationship hastily...

This is my first love, so I have to be careful. Besides...you are a bit old..."

Wen Ying finished speaking hesitantly, and at the end of his words, his voice became as low as the buzz of a mosquito.

Song Jingming was not only angry now, but his eyebrows were furrowed, and her words "You are a bit old" were all in his mind.

He has lived arrogantly for 28 years, and for the first time, he was criticized for being too old...

Seeing her huddled outside the closet with her eyelashes lowered and a melancholy look on her face, Song Jingming felt very angry.

He pinched her chin and raised it, and he came close to her lips and said angrily: "Wen Ying, you are really capable, you can accurately annoy me every time. Do you major in irritating people in school?"

After saying that, he stared at her soft lips.

Those lips that looked so kissable were so close at hand, Song Jingming couldn't help his Adam's apple rolling and swallowed. He smelled the faint fragrance in her hair and couldn't help but cover it again.

From being restrained and gentle to being indulgent and ravaging, Song Jingming gradually became more and more unbridled. He reached out his hand from her home clothes and gently twisted and slowly rubbed her in revenge for her disdain.

The hot palms made Wen Ying tremble uncontrollably and become weak, and she suddenly woke up.

She hurriedly avoided his shackles and pushed him away with a gasp: "Stop, I want to change clothes, I want to go back to school."

Song Jingming also knew that he could not continue, so he agreed in a hoarse voice, took a suit to the living room, and put on his pants. Wait for Wen to welcome him and put on his shirt.

After changing clothes in the cloakroom, Wen Ying admired Song Jingming for being able to buy the size so well. He combed his hair twice more and turned around and left the cloakroom.

She was already fair, and her light pea green color made her skin look like cream, as if she could squeeze out water. The skirt just reached the knees, and her straight and slender calves fell to the ground. Song Jingming couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Wen Ying stopped being pretentious. Instead, she obediently took his black shirt, put it on for him, and tightened the buttons one by one. Song Jingming put the tie in her hand. Seeing the tie, she couldn't help but think of the scene when she took off his tie that night.

A blush appeared on her fair cheeks, and Wen Ying whispered: "Just lower your head so that I can tie it for you."

Song Jingming looked at her with burning eyes, letting her little hands lift up the collar of his shirt, and then wrapped it around his tie little by little. Trying to suppress the turmoil in his heart, he put his arms around her waist and rubbed her.

Just as she tied her tie, Wen Ying's cell phone rang. After reading her name, she hesitated whether to answer it.

Song Jingming noticed that it was Lu Cheng.

Wen Ying hung up the phone, but Lu Cheng persisted in calling. Song Jingming's strong desire for control broke out. He took Wen Ying's cell phone and turned around to answer the call.

"Wen Ying, where are you? Are you okay? Do you need me to pick you up?" Lu Cheng's voice was anxious and worried.

Song Jingming twitched his lips and sneered: "Lu Cheng, who gave you the courage to covet my Song Jingming's people?"

Afraid that he would say something unreasonable in anger, Wen Ying hurriedly grabbed the phone, but she also had to worry about Song Jingming's arm being injured and did not dare to force it.

He grabbed it left and right, and finally Song Jingming pinned him in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, unable to move.

Lu Cheng was stunned for a few seconds, and then a somewhat angry voice came: "Song Jingming, Wen Ying doesn't like you at all. It's against the law for you to force her like this!"

"Don't like me? Haha, who told you that she doesn't like me?" Song Jingming's face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of wind and rain.

Wen Ying didn't want the two of them to get entangled in such childish questions, but Song Jingming was holding the phone tightly and couldn't pull it out at all, and she was afraid that Song Jingming would say something he shouldn't have said.

Lu Cheng's voice came: "Of course she doesn't like you! If she did, why would she let me be her boyfriend?"

Song Jingming held the phone tightly, but his eyes were fixed on Wen Ying. His voice was so low that it made people shudder. He said word by word: "Are you her boyfriend? I am her man! Last night she..."

Wen Ying was anxious and could only block his mouth.

Song Jingming felt the wet warmth on his lips. He didn't care about competing with Lu Cheng and leaned forward to respond to the kiss. The two of them became more intense and entangled in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The phone was still open, and Song Jingming deliberately didn't hang up.

On the other end, Lu Cheng listened to the two people's increasingly heavy breathing, and his eyes gradually lost their luster.

After a while, Wen Ying was let go by him. Song Jingming looked at her breathing rapidly and asked coldly: "What? If you think I'm old, don't you think Lu Cheng is old?"

Wen Ying blushed at what he said and muttered: "That's not the case..."

"What's that like? Wen Ying, people are provoking me and saying he is your boyfriend! Shouldn't you explain to me? He is your boyfriend, so who am I? Huh? Who am I!"

Song Jingming's voice increased in volume with anger. While waiting for Wen Ying to give him a reasonable explanation, he still hasn't forgotten that on the day he was discharged from hospital, Lu Cheng put his arms around Wen Ying's shoulders and vowed that he was her boyfriend.

Wen Ying licked her sore lips and hesitated on how to answer.

"Wen Ying, can you please stop trying to lie to me? Your tricks are so clumsy. Do you really think that if you just find someone to pretend to be your boyfriend, I will believe you?"

He was so jealous that he believed it. But after thinking about it later, I realized something was wrong.

Wen Ying raised her head, her beautiful almond eyes were always wet, making Song Jingming unable to get angry.

"Actually, I asked him because I wanted you to give up."

"Yes, I guessed it." Song Jingming looked at her pale face illuminated by the sunlight outside the window and instantly lost his temper. He remembered that Secretary Li told him that Classmate Wen sometimes only ate free steamed buns in seaweed soup in the cafeteria.

He couldn't help but stretched out his fingers to rub her cheek, and patiently coaxed: "In the future, if you have anything to say, just say it directly, don't just think about escaping. I said I will never let go again, Wen Ying, if you have difficulties, you don't want to get close to me. I won’t force you, just wait there, waiting for me to walk towards you step by step. Okay?”

Listening to his confession, Wen Ying couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion in her heart, as if there was a gap in the small lake where she was originally imprisoned, and the water in the lake kept pouring in and out.

His unstinting preference gave her courage. At this moment, she was finally not the girl who was rejected and abused by her parents, but the unique and firm choice of the man in front of her.

She nodded and agreed.