Vicious female partner doesn't want to do it anymore

Dong Ling thought that Xuandu was probably homophobic, otherwise he wouldn't have left on his scooter with a cursed expression on his face after saying this.

"Turn to Song Mingzhi's house, remember, you haven't seen anything tonight."

Dong Ling looked at the driver in the front seat, what he said just now should not be known by others, especially Song Mingzhi's family.

The driver nodded repeatedly, changed the route in a hurry, and went to Song Mingzhi's house.

Downstairs at Song Mingzhi's house, Dong Ling waved his hand to tell the driver to go back first.

For the present, this task shouldn't be too easy, it's just a one-night stay at Song Mingzhi's house.

Dong Ling knocked on the door confidently, but there was no response.

021: [Are you not at home? 】

Dong Ling pressed his temple, and found that he was a little dizzy, and actually forgot to call in advance.

After a long busy tone, a mechanical electronic female voice sounded from the phone.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please dial later..."

Dong Ling frowned slightly, and called Zuo after hanging up.

"Is Mingzhi still at the event?"

"No, there is no announcement arrangement tonight," Zuo felt the implication of Dong Ling's words, and asked hesitantly, "May I contact you?"

Dong Ling responded and hung up the phone.

Zuo called back after 2 minutes: "Mr. Dong, I can't get in touch here. No one answered the phone. I have already called Xiao Tan. Xiao Tan explained that Zhi didn't let me follow. I don't know where Ming Zhi is."

At this moment, many bad guesses flashed through Dong Ling's mind, but it wasn't because Song Mingzhi was the heroine, and there were some messy things involved.

Missing?Kidnapped?Have you met the second boy of the underworld prince?

021 immediately clarified: [There is no such existence in this article, girl, be more sober, it is not written in the book that the heroine is in danger at this time. 】

Dong Ling said reassuringly slightly: "I know, you don't need to look for it."

Dong Ling thought that Song Mingzhi must have his own private affairs, although he didn't know what it was.

Dong Ling put the phone aside, staring blankly at the closed door of Song Mingzhi's house.

If Song Mingzhi can't get through on the phone tonight, then this task will not be completed.

Dong Ling didn't just leave, and sat casually at the door of Song Mingzhi's house, propping his head up and looking at the floor.

In fact, turning around and leaving is the best choice. Dong Ling knows that Song Mingzhi will definitely call back when he sees the missed call, and it will not be too late to complete the task by then. Here, the mission is impossible.

Dong Ling didn't really like wasting time, but he didn't move for a long time.

Waiting is an unnerving and boring thing. Hesitating and refusing to leave is nothing more than pinning hope on the ethereal existence called "luck", worrying that the next moment you leave, you will miss some kind of good opportunity.

Dong Ling's luck has always been mediocre.

Glancing at the time, it was eleven twenty.

I have been playing with the mobile phone for 10 minutes, but the mobile phone has not made any noise, and the elevator not far away has not.

What did Song Mingzhi do?

Dong Ling sighed, quite melancholy.

021 said: [Girl, otherwise you can make a phone call, waiting is not an option. 】

021 naturally wanted Dongling to complete the task, but now in this situation, it felt that Dongling's waiting was not an option.

Dong Ling responded, and called again, but still no one answered.

【021, I think...】

Dong Ling started a conversation, but didn't continue, hugging his knees and sighing again.

021: [Huh?Girl, what do you think? 】

Dong Ling said absent-mindedly: [I don't think I really understand. 】

That's right, Dong Ling suddenly realized that he didn't seem to know Song Mingzhi that well.

I don't know where Song Mingzhi is from, and I don't know if I have any friends. When Song Mingzhi can't be contacted, there is no way to track her whereabouts.

If Song Mingzhi is just a simple subordinate-subordinate relationship, then this is understandable, but Song Mingzhi is a friend.

Is it a friend?

It was Lixia, the weather was hot and dry during the day, but a bit cool at night.

Dong Ling sat on the ground for quite a while, when a gust of night wind blew and touched the cold skin on his legs, his heart felt a little empty.

Reassure myself in my heart, even if good friends have a lot of things that they can't tell each other, it's like hiding a big secret from Song Mingzhi, isn't it because of this secret now.

021: [Who do you not know well?Song Mingzhi? 】

021 was a little embarrassed: [Blame me, because the authority is blocked, so that you can't understand the whole plot and the heroine. 】

Dong Ling knew that this artificial mentally handicapped person had misunderstood the meaning, and had long since stopped exploring Song Mingzhi's past, and was even less willing to investigate, because after all, there was no one to make friends with.

Dong Ling stood up in a low mood, the night wind made her a little headache, she drank some wine tonight, and was frightened by Xuandu's reckless behavior of blocking the car, sweating on her back, now she has a cold, and her head is a little dizzy.

I was a little distracted thinking about what He Die said on tonight's expression. There was nothing wrong with it, but I didn't know what to say. I wanted to remind Xuandu to be more careful about He Die, but I felt that there was no need to waste my words. Xuandu regarded He Die as a Enemies see, if we ask about the news after drinking, isn't that enough to guard against?

Dong Ling glanced at the silent night at the end of the corridor, and pressed the elevator.

Coincidentally, as soon as Dong Ling opened the gate, he saw Song Mingzhi getting out of the car not far away.

Dong Ling took two steps forward, and found that his luck was not bad, if he walked down 2 minutes earlier, Song Mingzhi might have missed it.

He was about to go up to say hello, but he saw Song Mingzhi stopped beside the car, a man got off the driver's seat, took a box from the trunk, and put it in Song Mingzhi's hand.

They seemed to be talking, Dong Ling didn't rush to disturb them.

That should be Song Mingzhi's friend, Dong Ling hadn't seen it before, because there was still some distance between them, and he could only vaguely see that the man was quite tall, about the same as Wen Han.

Dong Ling became vigilant, immediately poked 021, and asked: [Uncle, isn't that the male second? 】

Daba Daba, absolutely not now, even if it is the male second, there is no requirement of the mission system, you have to swing the sword to cut the thread of love, and send the person away.

021 thought for a while and said: [Probably not, the male second doesn't seem to have such an early show. The male second seems to be still abroad at this time, and he should come back when the main engagement of the male and female. 】

Dong Ling was slightly relieved, seeing that Engagement's expression was distorted.

The task system still asks Song Mingzhi to stay overnight at Song Mingzhi's house tonight, and ask Song Mingzhi to doi another day. Engagement is a matter of time, and if the engagement is over, they will have to get married... Dongling is under a lot of pressure.

Song Mingzhi accepted Wen Qian's thank-you gift, and made a few more points of reciprocity, before turning around and heading home, and was slightly startled when he saw the slim girl standing under the street lamp.

Under the white light, Dong Ling's complexion became colder and paler, his clothes were thinner, maybe it was a little cold, and the model with his arms folded looked thinner and more lonely.

It is obviously a domesticated wealth flower, but at the moment it is a little sluggish.

Song Mingzhi hurried over with the box in his arms, and Dong Ling's eyes met.

Dong Ling didn't speak, but his cat's eyes were full of meaning, with a bit of depression.

Song Mingzhi asked softly: "Why are you here, why didn't you call me?"

"Called, but you didn't answer."

Song Mingzhi frowned slightly, and said apologetically, "I was at the dinner just now, and I didn't look at my phone on the way, so it might be on mute."

Song Mingzhi had something important tonight, and Wen Qian flew from Jingzhou to discuss the matter. He talked with Ji Yiling, Wen Qian and some important people for several hours, and the meeting just ended.

"Are you going up? It's cold at night and there are many mosquitoes."

Dong Ling nodded and followed Song Mingzhi.

Looking at the box in his arms, he asked curiously, "So?"

"liquor."

Dong Ling nodded, sniffed at Song Mingzhi and said, "You've been drinking, rum."

The sweetness and fragrance of the rum made Dong Ling feel that his headache was relieved a bit.

Dong Ling got closer, and his breath hit Song Mingzhi's neck, making it unnaturally itchy, and the hand holding the box shook.

Song Mingzhi opened the door before answering, put the wine aside, changed his shoes, and asked Dong Ling why he came in this gap.

Naturally, it is impossible for Dong Ling to say that he just came to sleep at your house and picked up what happened before.

"I originally wanted to go home, but I didn't expect Xuandu to go crazy and stop my car halfway. If I go home, I guess he will follow me back. It's impossible for my parents not to entertain me, so I just came to you."

Anyway, it was impossible for Xuandu to confront Song Mingzhi, so Dong Ling could say whatever he wanted.

"Then stay at my house, and I'll clean up the guest room for you."

"Okay, then I'll take a shower first, I have a headache after blowing the wind."

What Song Mingzhi said was natural, and Dong Ling responded smoothly, and the result was decided between one person and one sentence.

When Dong Ling came in a bathrobe, Song Mingzhi was handling the wine.

Looking at it with his chin in his hand, and smelling the scent of rum on Song Mingzhi's body, he became more and more moved.

Drinking alcohol is suitable for people who drink it, and the taste of the wine will be much better. Tonight, He Die has been drinking for a long time, but affected by emotions, the taste is just that.

Song Mingzhi felt the staring gaze, and said with a smile, "Want to drink?"

The Dongling chick nodded like pecking rice, the glutton has been hooked.

Song Mingzhi picked the best bottle of tequila inside, and took his bartending tools.

Dong Ling's eyebrows brightened: "Are you still playing with this?"

Song Mingzhi nodded, and said with comfortable eyes, "I won't let you down."

Song Mingzhi mixed two glasses of wine for Dong Ling, a glass of Tequila Day, and a glass of Frosted Margarita.

The sweet and sour taste of agave is spicy in the first cup, and it is icy in the end, which makes people addicted.

Dong Ling leaned on the bar with a reddish face, watching Song Mingzhi turn on the projector and turn off the lights in the living room, leaving only a dim light on the bar.

The French soundtrack of the movie has a romantic style. Dongling Song Mingzhi clinked glasses and quietly enjoyed the screen, but his eyes gradually shifted.

Light and shadow changed on Song Mingzhi's profile, Dong Ling approached unknowingly, facing the little mole on Song Mingzhi's cheek.

Song Mingzhi's good color of a mysterious red moon makes people easily think of the noble, elegant, mysterious and powerful lord in the castle.This mole is like a luxuriant rose in a moonlit night, with a cool-toned beauty, Dong Ling finds it very sexy.

Squinting his eyes, he poked out the tip of his tongue and licked it lightly.