A heartthrob? Here you go!

Song Jingshen suddenly snatched the painting and threw it hard to the ground. He stood up and kicked it several times, each time stepping on the face of the person in the painting.

Yu Ge was stunned for a moment, then immediately stood up and pushed Song Jingshen away, angrily saying, "Song Jingshen! What are you doing?"

Song Jingshen staggered a step, then stepped forward and hugged Yu Ge tightly, smiling like a madman: "I'm beating up the mistress, Xiaoyu."

Yu Ge was stunned and pushed him away again in disbelief: "Are you crazy? This is just a painting, there is no mistress."

"How come there is nothing?" Song Jingshen was pushed away by Yu Ge again. He had lost all his composure, his black hair was disheveled, his eyes were red on his fair porcelain face, and he pointed at the painting and yelled angrily.

"He's seducing you right here! Xiaoyu! This bitch is seducing you!"

Hearing Song Jingshen swearing, Yu Ge was shocked: "What are you seducing? What can a painting seduce? Are you sick?"

"I'm not sick!" Song Jingshen fell to the ground, covering his face, his long hair hanging down, in extreme pain, "Why can't I seduce? Paintings can seduce, roses can seduce, bread can seduce, everything, everything——"

"Everyone, everyone is trying to seduce you, Xiaoyu. They are all trying to seduce you, shamelessly trying to get between us."

Song Jingshen raised his head in despair, looked at Yu Ge, knelt down and walked forward, suddenly hugged Yu Ge, threw her onto the sofa, buried himself in Yu Ge's lower abdomen, and a muffled sob was heard.

"They all want us to break up, to tear us apart!"

After driving away three, another Fang Chi comes. Why, why are there always some people who are so lowly and depraved?

An endless supply of disgusting, maggot-like garbage.

If they are all destroyed and everyone is killed, there will be no one left.

If only he and Xiaoyu were left in the world, no one would be able to seduce Xiaoyu.

Song Jingshen was in a daze, his mind full of wild and out-of-control thoughts.

First, blow up the frontline battlefield and kill the three male mistresses, then...

"Snapped--"

Severe pain came from the roots of his hair. Yu Ge grabbed his hair and pulled Song Jingshen out, then -

Gave a very hard slap.

Song Jingshen was knocked to the side, his mind went blank, he had no thoughts at all, only a burning pain on his face.

Xiaoyu, hit him?

Song Jingshen raised her head in a daze and met Yu Ge's cold and angry gaze. Her brows were tightly knitted together, and her cheeks were red with anger: "Are you calm? Song Jingshen!"

"Have you gone crazy enough?"

Yu Ge looked at him disappointedly.

She felt as if she had never really known Song Jingshen.

He had clearly gone against the majority's opinion and made many achievements that benefited the common people, but he could be so cruel to the innocent servants of the Ji family that night.

Outside of the plot, he was inexplicably saved by her when he was eight years old, and now he has a hysterical breakdown, completely losing his usual gentle and calm demeanor.

No matter when he was, he always made her feel extremely strange.

In these three years, was the person she had known a real person or a mask?

Besides, why didn't the communicator respond when he was so angry and out of control?

Yu Ge's eyes were still fixed on Song Jingshen, but he waved the communicator with his arm as if unintentionally.

Song Jingshen keenly noticed Yu Ge's actions and smiled: "I have always been sober, Xiaoyu."

He said gently: "You don't have to worry about Auntie's health, I had an operation."

Yu Ge's pupils shrank: "What do you mean?"

Song Jingshen stood up slowly, and as he moved, the blood spots on his knees and calves came into Yu Ge's eyes.

The broken glass from the picture frame pierced deeply into his knees.

Doesn't it hurt?

Song Jingshen felt no pain at all. She slowly tied up her long hair, then raised her head. Her fine black hair fell down, swaying beside the bright red and swollen slap mark.

Even with a red and swollen slap mark, his features were still exquisite and he did not look ugly at all. Instead, he looked so disheveled and broken that it was heartbreaking.

Song Jingshen smiled gently: "I had a minor surgery on my heart. Whenever I lose control of my emotions, a tiny electric current will shock me to calm me down."

He looked at Yu Ge's eyes which were gradually widening, and smiled softly: "So..."

A clear and soft voice whispered: "I have always been sober and calm, Xiaoyu."

Yu Ge couldn't believe it and shook his head slowly: "You are crazy."

"You are completely crazy, Song Jingshen, and you are still talking nonsense."

She couldn't imagine how Song Jingshen guessed the connection between Lin Hui's illness and him?

He is so scary.

His family background, skills, IQ, and appearance are far superior to those of ordinary people. He has no shortcomings and is completely uncontrollable and terrifying.

Song Jingshen stepped closer to Yu Ge: "You said I was crazy, I am crazy."

"If I hadn't met you, I would have been ready to ruin all this boring stuff."

"Xiao Yu." He smiled, his eyes full of affectionate love for Yu Ge.

"I love you."

He raised his hand and gently stroked Yu Ge's cheek: "Anything is fine, Xiaoyu, you are free, and you are never wrong."

"The one who is wrong is Ji Yan, Li Yi, and Fang Chi, not you."

Song Jing smiled warmly: "Just remember to go home. I've been worried about you these days. Remember to reply to my message next time, okay?"

Yu Ge stared at Song Jingshen in shock. The fear in his eyes was hard to hide, which hurt Song Jingshen. He lowered his eyes for a moment, took Yu Ge's hand, and put it on his face:

"Don't be afraid of me, Xiaoyu. I will never hurt you. You can do whatever you want to me, but don't leave me and don't be afraid of me."

He gently invited, "Want another slap?"

Yu Ge suddenly woke up, and the meaningful words that Xun Qingling had once said echoed in his mind again.

It turns out that she was not talking about someone else, but Song Jingshen?

Everyone knows that Song Jing loves her deeply?

Yu Ge was in a trance, looking at Song Jingshen, gently stroking the slap mark on his face, and suddenly pressed it down hard.

Her soft cheeks sunken, but Song Jingshen didn't even frown. She just lowered her head and held Yu Ge's hand so that she wouldn't feel sore from holding it.

"Would you like some noodles, Xiaoyu?" He asked gently. "I've prepared some clear soup noodles and hot dry noodles. You can also make other dishes."

Yu Ge was still staring at him in a trance, and suddenly she realized that Song Jingshen's only weakness was in her hands.

Whether it was her political achievements or her long hair, everything was sculpted according to her preferences.

That's why everything about him suits her taste.

Yu Ge calmed down, slid his finger down to his heart, and said, "Here, it's done very well."

The warm hand was right at my heart, staying there, making unprecedented close contact with my heart.

The heartbeat in my chest suddenly intensified, pounding wildly.

He really wanted to cut open his flesh and let that rough palm touch his heart intimately.

Song Jing took a deep, slightly rapid breath, with misty eyes.

"But," Yu Ge changed the subject, "you can't just destroy my painting casually."

She spoke calmly, "You've crossed the line."

Song Jingshen wanted to argue, but Yu Ge interrupted him: "Don't mention other reasons. In the final analysis, you are trying to control me."

"The painting was given to me by someone else. I have the right to take it home and hang it up. Even if I don't let you deal with it, you have no right to destroy my painting."

Yu Ge looked at him and said, "Now, pick up my painting and reframe it. I want you to hang it in the hall."