Rebirth of the Little Military Wife

After hanging up the phone, Song Lingling sat on the sofa in a daze holding the phone.

Jing Yijun said he missed her...

This is turning a corner and confessing to her?

Song Lingling patted her face, she felt it, a little harder, but still felt pain.

It's not a dream, just now I really heard Jing Yijun say that he misses her.

In front of him, a white shadow appeared.

Song Lingling looked at Bai Bai who crawled out of Jing Yiqun's bedroom.

Song Lingling looked at it and asked, "Are you hungry? I'll get you some meat."

Now she is not afraid of Bai Bai at all, and she quite likes its cold, greasy body.

Get up and walk into the kitchen, followed by Bai Bai.

Open the refrigerator and take out a piece of lean meat that has been cut and placed in ice and put it on the dining table.

Bai Bai climbed up, curled up and ate slowly.

Song Lingling sat down, propped her chin with one hand, and touched Bai Bai's body with the other: "Bai Bai, what can I do to win the favor of your master."

Eating meat in vain, it doesn't care about their complicated human emotions.

If you like it, you will like it, what else can you do?

Do you think that my master can like you only if you have the ability to go to heaven?

stupid woman.

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It's Wednesday in a blink of an eye.

Jing Yijun came back, but Song Lingling didn't go to the airport to pick him up because she had to go to class.

When she came home at noon and knew that Jing Yijun was coming back by private jet, she gave him a hard look.

I have a private jet, and I told her to pick it up. Fortunately, she didn't go, otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of time to go to the airport?

Jing Yijun threw her a bag.

Song Lingling took it, looked back and forth, and asked, "Why are you wrapping it for me?"

"Designed by a famous designer in Country Y, it's versatile. You don't like changing bags, so carrying this will go with any style of clothes." Jing Yijun said.

Song Lingling held her bag and looked at him in black trousers and white shirt.

This kind of him is a little more mature.

Sitting lazily on the sofa, he exudes a dignified and elegant atmosphere.

He is obviously a prince, but he wants to disguise himself as a frog.

Song Lingling held her bag, stood in front of Jing Yijun and looked at him...

Jing Yijun raised his head and looked at her with a half-smile: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Jing Yijun, it's fine if you lie to people in the school. I've lived with you for so long, and I didn't tell me that you are sister Jiajia's son. Fortunately, I didn't say a bad word about sister Jiajia in front of you." Song Lingling was a little upset that Jing Yijun lied to her.

He also said that he regarded her as a good classmate and a good friend. Since he is a good classmate and good friend, why did he lie to her? It's obvious that he can't trust her.

"If you speak ill of her, I won't do anything to you. I can't strangle you just because you speak ill of her." Jing Yijun smiled slightly.

Song Lingling sat down in front of him, pouted her lips and said quietly: "You should be mentally prepared, everyone in the school knows that you are sister Jiajia's son, and you will definitely be watched by everyone. Don't say anything else Now that you're a female classmate, even Song Nuoyu wants to pursue you."

Jing Yijun spread his hands, "It all depends on your performance."

Song Lingling looked puzzled: "What should I do?"

"Would you like to see other women come to **** your man?"

Song Lingling felt ashamed when she heard it, and glared at Jing Yijun angrily: "I'm a young girl, there is no man!"

Jing Yijun suppressed the smile on his face, and looked at Song Lingling seriously: "I don't mind being your man at all!"

When Song Lingling heard this, her face became even more embarrassing.

She didn't dare to speak directly to Jing Yijun, her gaze was dodged all over the place: "Don't make such jokes with me!"

Jing Yijun got up, put his hands on the coffee table, and leaned forward.

His breath came out, and Song Lingling couldn't help leaning back behind the sofa.

She stared at this handsome face so close, her heart was pounding.

Jing Yijun stared at her seriously: "I'm serious!"

"...!!"

"In the phone, I just said, I think you just called you, just to make you mentally prepared."

"...!!" Song Lingling looked at Jing Yijun in astonishment.

"You are not Song Kaiming's daughter!"

When Song Lingling heard this, she looked at Jing Yijun in shock: "What?!"

"Grandma has already told me that you are not Song Kaiming's daughter, nor were you born to your mother."

"No...impossible..."

"Your mother's child died when she was born. You were adopted by your mother in the orphanage."

Song Lingling's eyes were red: "You...you lied to me!"

"Do you want to do a paternity test with Song Kaiming?"

"..." Song Lingling was stunned when she heard this.

Jing Yijun doesn't have to joke with her about this kind of thing.

When a paternity test report comes out, any lies will be exposed.

"When you were abandoned by your biological parents, there was a note on your body, and it said that you were a premature baby."

"..."

"Premature babies are weak and their souls are unstable, so they are easy to be targeted by those evil things. Until you pick up the iron box, you will not have nightmares and see those monsters in your dreams."

"..."

"Song Lingling, the iron box is ours."

Song Lingling was surprised: "You want to return the box?"

"No." Jing Yijun shook his head, and leaned forward again. He was tall and tall, and he was about to kiss Song Lingling.

There was a sofa behind Song Lingling, she had no way to retreat, she turned her head back, looked at the charming smile on his mouth, and asked cautiously: "Then what do you want?"

"My dad said that the box can be the property of our husband and wife."

"Property jointly owned by husband and wife?" Song Lingling was surprised.

"I spend ten million, are you willing to sell me the box?"

"Not for sale. Grandma said that she asked someone to tell my fortune. This box is my destiny. If I don't have it, I will become a short-lived ghost. I don't want to die so soon." Song Lingling pouted, Quietly and authentically.

Ten million, she will never earn it in her entire life.

But if she holds 10 million, if she even dies, what does she want with 10 million?

"That's right. You refused to sell it to me, and I really want to get this iron box back. Why don't we just like what my dad said, if we get married, the iron box will be ours."

"Jing Yijun, do you think we can be husband and wife?" Song Lingling frowned and looked at Jing Yijun complicatedly.

Jing Yijun raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

"You just want to have the box, you don't like me, do you think such a marriage will be happy?"

Jing Yijun reached out and pinched Qiaozhi's chin lightly: "How do you know I don't like you?"

Song Lingling's eyes sparkled: "You...really like me?"

"Song Lingling, how about I ask you this question?"

"ah?"

"do you like me?"

"I dare not like it." Song Lingling's shoulders drooped.

"Why don't you dare to like it? Other girls dare to like it, don't you dare?" Jing Yijun let go of her and sat back on the sofa: "I didn't expect you to be so timid. Then you want to make other women perfect? ​​For example, Song Nuoyu ?”