salt by salt

"Where did you go last night? You didn't come back to me, and you weren't downstairs."

Song Cheng sat on the sofa, he smiled slightly, his slender eyelashes blocked the emotions in his eyes, and he couldn't see if he was sincere.

I hesitated for a moment, although I knew that I couldn't hide everything from him, but I still couldn't admit it voluntarily—different from the tolerance towards Andre, Song Cheng and Yang Chen were in the same situation, and they both wanted to crush each other in one fell swoop.

I cried a lot last night and my eyelids are still a little puffy.I don't know if Song Cheng noticed it, but he beckoned me to sit beside him, and asked gently: "Junyan, did Yang Chen coax you with just a few words?"

"No... I know he can't be trusted."

I looked away, half of my body was held in his arms, thinking in my heart that if Yang Chen knew about me and Lu Changbai, would Song Cheng also know about it?But his attitude towards me is the same these days, and I can't figure out what he thinks.

Song Cheng responded in a low voice, he pushed me down on the sofa, his fingers resting on the collar of my shirt.It was a veiled question, and I moved my lips without saying anything.

He unbuttoned the buttons one by one slowly and said, "We will return to City B tomorrow."

"So soon?" Yang Chen's matter was easily exposed, and I was stunned for a while, "Didn't you say next week?"

"It's just about buying a ticket." Song Cheng said, "Do you have anything else to do?"

It's too hasty... I haven't finalized the rules for my discussion with Lu Changbai. He wants me to get the identity of the Lu family before leaving. If I leave now, I'm afraid it will take a while.But I just met Yang Chen yesterday, so I'm afraid I'll think too much when I refute Song Cheng.

In the gap between my thoughts, the shirt has been completely unbuttoned by him.The air-conditioned room was warm enough, but under Song Cheng's gaze, my skin exposed to the air felt goosebumps.

His hand stroked my chest, slid down the outline, and his fingertips landed on the blue and black tattoo: "It's not good-looking, it doesn't match you."

I imagine Andre would be offended by that comment, since he's always considered the tattoo to be his favorite.

Song Cheng didn't say anything else, instead, he leaned over and reprinted the hickey on the mark left by Yang Chen, which made my cheeks hot.I held his wrist, not daring to refuse too obviously, and murmured, "I'm a little tired."

Song Cheng smiled and sighed.Those beautiful eyes are curved, and there is an inexplicable sadness in the smile: "Junyan, you said yesterday morning that you wanted to eat glutinous rice balls for supper, I waited for you all night, but you are with Yang Chen... I really don't know How can I treat you well."

The matter of eating supper was completely casually mentioned by me, and it was long forgotten.Before I could say a word of apology, he had already stretched out his hand to help me up, and his movements of tidying up for me were gentle and meticulous, and I suddenly felt a pain in my heart, feeling a little sorry.

This feeble guilt continued to this evening.

Song Cheng took me out for dinner and drove me to a secluded house.The exterior decoration style of this house is extremely modern, only black, white and gray are used, which is completely different from the standard of other surrounding villas. Obviously, the owner has redesigned it himself.

I thought he was going to visit someone, but I couldn't get an answer when I asked him, so I had to go in with him.

A long-haired young man opened the door. He was tall and thin, with bland features, nails on his lips and browbones.His hair was dyed gray in strands, tied in a small bun at the back of his head, giving him a rather maverick aura.

Seeing Song Cheng, he warmly greeted him: "I guess you are coming soon. Brother Song, I haven't seen you for a long time! I haven't cleaned up much these days, and the studio is a bit messy. Please take care of me."

I don't know why, Song Cheng took my hand and introduced to him: "Han Ping, this is my lover, Xu Junyan."

Han Pingzai looked at me carefully, then smiled kindly, and shook hands with me: "Hello, my name is Han Ping, Ping Ping from Ping An. Brother Song and I grew up together, and we wore a pair of trousers. Friendship, Toshihiko, you don't have to restrain yourself."

Song Cheng also had a genuine smile on his face, and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be poor, we're leaving tomorrow, you hurry up and fix it."

"I'll take care of things, don't worry." Han Ping clicked his tongue, "Then Junyan, let's go to the second floor—Brother Song, do you want to go together?"

Song Cheng nodded: "Of course."

One of Han Ping's assistants took us upstairs.I was in a daze the whole time, until I saw another assistant doing disinfection work, opened the curtain to reveal the facilities of the tattoo room behind the glass door, looked sideways at Song Cheng and said in astonishment: "You want me to wash it?" Tattoo? Now?"

Han Ping tied up his hair and was about to put on his gloves when he heard this and smiled: "What? Didn't you agree before you came?"

I wanted to quit, but I didn't want to be too cowardly in front of Song Cheng's friends, so I asked softly, "Will it hurt?"

"There are topical anesthetics, but the pain cannot be completely avoided." Han Ping said, "It must be a little more painful than when I got the tattoo. My technique is very good, and it will definitely be cleaned without leaving scars."

Song Cheng also coaxed me softly: "It can't be kept forever, it will have to be washed off sooner or later."

Han Ping raised his head to signal, and several assistants went to the other door of the room to organize the equipment, leaving space for us.

"You heard, it will hurt even with anesthetics." I whispered, "I'm not ready yet, so I'll do it next time, okay?"

I deliberately looked a little helpless, and looked at him pleadingly.Song Cheng's eyes moved slightly, he pursed his lips, and said in a low voice: "Junyan, I don't want you to have such a mark on your body forever."

I know that with Song Cheng's mild and tough personality on the outside, he absolutely cannot tolerate such an obvious imprint of other people's belongings. It is estimated that his patience has reached full capacity.After all, he even tried to trap me in the Northwest, and stay by his side forever as a docile "wife".

I lowered my eyes: "But I'm afraid of pain."

Although the memory of the tattoo was erased from my brain, I was awake and suffering when the tattoo was removed.I wouldn't keep a tattoo for three years unless it was absolutely necessary and I really didn't want to suffer.

The hand was tightly held by Song Cheng, and I didn't have much confidence in my heart - if he allowed me to back down, he would not deliberately arrange for his friends to do it, and he would not tell his true intentions until he brought me here, obviously because he was afraid of me Run away halfway.

Just saying that he is afraid of pain may not be able to impress him.

I seem to have returned to the time when I confronted him. It was only at that moment that I realized that Song Cheng's possessiveness hidden under the calm appearance was so frightening.I just moved the thought of leaving, and he let me go down the stairs without hesitation.

After a long time, I heard a long sigh.

Song Cheng said, "Forget it."

I suddenly looked up at him, he stretched out his hand to rub my hair, raised the corner of his lips and smiled, and whispered: "If you don't want to, then forget it."

The tone of this sentence is complex and deep, with obvious concessions, extreme restraint and forbearance, and some... things I dare not confirm.

I look away.I pretended not to understand.

Han Ping chatted with Song Cheng for a while, and then sent us out personally.Even though it was clear that the main responsibility was not mine, I was still very embarrassed to apologize to him for asking someone to set aside time but to change his mind temporarily.

He smiled and waved his hands: "It's really nothing, you're welcome, let's meet again when we have a chance."

After returning, I learned from Song Cheng that Han Ping was the youngest son of the family just like him.The difference from the Song family is that Song's father had great expectations for Song Cheng, while Han's father had this child when he was about to retreat, and he was obedient to Han Ping, allowing him to do whatever he liked.

When I think of Han Ping's relaxed smile, I can't help feeling envious.Then he thought of Song Cheng's family again, so he asked him, "Does your parents mind if you suddenly quit your job in S City?"

He smiled slightly: "You don't have to worry about these things, I will take care of them."

Indeed, Song Cheng knew what he wanted, and he didn't need anyone to worry about it.I paused: "Just now... I thought you would insist that I wash off the tattoo."

"Junyan, next time you can tell me what you want and what you don't want." His side face is handsome and tough, and the curvature of the bridge of his nose is extremely beautiful. "I said, I won't force you, we will discuss it."

I secretly slandered, no matter how ruthless Yang Chen was, he could at least know how to say "I'll give you whatever you want", but in Song City, it became "negotiable".

I'm afraid that at the end of the discussion, my opinion will be invalid.

And he knows that I have a gentle personality, so most of the time he won't strongly object.Take me there on your own initiative. If I acquiesce, everyone will be happy. Seeing that I refuse, you will retreat and make progress. It is a good plan.

I smiled, lowering my brows and eyes to hide my emotions.From the corner of the eye, Song Cheng glanced at me, and he softly called my name: "Junyan."

"how?"

"After returning to City B, how about you continue to be in charge of the original company?"

I was stunned, unable to turn a corner: "Hasn't it already been bought by Yang Chen?" I remember that Yang Chen used this matter to lure me to go with him when I was in Jincheng.

He didn't say anything, he stood up and went to the study to get a document and put it in front of me.Song Cheng smiled, and repeated in a gentle tone: "Whatever you want, you can tell me directly."

It was written in black and white that he held 67% of the company's shares. I grabbed the document and read it three or four times, and I had to believe that the largest shareholder is now him.

"It will be yours soon." Song Cheng held my hand and kissed it lightly on his lips, and said in a low voice, "Junyan, it's more practical to actually take action than to say nice words, what do you think? "

I nodded, and opened my mouth with difficulty: "This gift is too big, I can't accept it..."

You must know that when Xu Yucheng founded the company, I was only the holder of less than [-]% of the shares.Song Cheng showed a comfortable and genuine smile, and he said, "It's okay, you can give me something I want, and it's a gift in return."

I nodded without hesitation.

On the second day back to City B, I had two nipple rings.A nameplate hangs in the middle of the thin gold chain connecting the two sides, with Song Cheng's name engraved on it.

heavy.