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In the middle of the night, it was snowing heavily outside the house, and a layer of white fell on the windows.

Inside the house, Shen Zhao just came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, and fell into a soft embrace. She was startled for a while, and when she raised her head slightly, only her side face and chin could be seen.The room is warm, and she has the fragrance of shower gel on her body, which is the same as her body, and it becomes intense and ambiguous in an instant when it is heated by the heat.

With her back pressed against the door, Shen Zhao felt a little uneasy. She drew out her hand and clenched her fist against Song Ling's chest. Before she could resist, she was grabbed. She looked up at her questioningly.

Song Ling embraced her waist with one hand and pinched her thin white wrist with the other. Facing the questioning eyes of the person in front of her, she explained: "We are married."

Song Ling's hand was slightly cool, resting on her warm wrist, making her feel her presence more clearly.

Shen Zhao looked up at her halfway. No makeup was applied on his fair and clean face. Because of taking a bath, his cheeks were stained with a faint blush. His eyes were slightly moist and filled with water vapor. , Mingming is innocent, but it is fascinating.

A strand of fine hair stuck to the back of the slender neck, and the water droplets on the hair flowed down the winding collarbone and flowed into the bath towel.

Song Ling's eyes darkened slightly, and she couldn't help lowering her head to kiss her, Shen Zhao's heart was pounding, her wrist was pinched in her palm, her breathing gradually became disordered, and even the air became ambiguous.

The moment her lips touched, Shen Zhao felt in a daze that she had been cheated, and she had fallen into Song Ling's trap. She used marriage as an excuse to weave a big net for her again, but she was willing again. jumped down.

Song Ling lowered her head and pressed her, the whole body was weighted on her body, Shen Zhao felt her softness, his waist softened, he almost couldn't stand still, he pushed back towards the wall, but accidentally touched the switch on the wall.

The lights in the room were extinguished, and the darkness enveloped him. Song Ling quickly picked up her waist with one hand, and pressed her whole body to herself, "Hold me."

Breath gushed out of his lips, and Shen Zhao raised his hands by mistake, wrapped them around her neck, and hung his whole body on her body.

The night was dark, but the shadow in front of him was still outlined.

"Song Ling..." Shen Zhao called her softly.

In the silent room, there were only her whispers, Song Ling leaned against her, and answered her softly, "Yes."

"I'm afraid." There was trembling in the voice, as warm as water.

Song Ling opened her eyes and stared at her, there was moisture in those eyes, she knew she was crying, and she could hear just two words.

Her heart fluttered in an instant, her eyes were reddish, Song Ling kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and responded with a hoarse voice: "Don't be afraid, Ah Zhao...I love you."

Just one sentence made Shen Zhao burst into tears, and she sobbed incoherently: "You lied to me."

Whenever she cried, Song Ling's heart ached.

Yes, she once lied to her and broke her heart. It was an unforgettable pain, even if the love was deep, she could only reconcile, but it couldn't be the same as before.

Song Ling hugged her, rubbing the tip of her nose lightly against her cheek, heartbroken, she kept saying: "No more, Ah Zhao, I will never lie to you again."

"I have nothing." Shen Zhao looked at the person in front of him with tears in his eyes, and said over and over again, "Song Ling, I have nothing."

From the moment she turned her head, she was doomed to lose everything.

Lost love, lost self-esteem, to exchange for this trace of attachment and tenderness.

"You still have me, Ah Zhao, you have me, and I will never leave you."

The person in front of her was powerless, as if she would disappear from her life in the next second, Song Ling tried her best to respond to her, it seemed that only in this way could she hold her tighter, tighter, and hold her deeply. engraved in life.

"You have to be nice to me." Shen Zhao wailed.

"I will treat you well, a thousand times better, ten thousand times better..."

"Don't want me."

"Do not lie to me."

"..."

Song Ling promised her everything over and over again. She understood how helpless and scared Shen Zhao was at the moment, and she understood how difficult it would be to build up trust once it collapsed.

Being able to keep her by her side at this moment is one in a hundred thousand luck for her.

This is not predestined, she got it by exhausting her life's luck.

She will love and treat her well for the rest of her life. She wants to hold everything in this world in front of her, but she is afraid that she will not want anything.

She loves her, loves her carefully, loves her so humblely.

Carrying her onto the bed, Shen Zhao's shower cap fell off, Song Ling wrapped her body around her, her wet long hair was pressed behind her, Shen Zhao subconsciously trembled all over, and said, "It's cold..."

Song Ling gently lifted her back, pulled off the bath towel from her body, and placed it between her hair and her back. She gently wrapped her body with her hands, leaned against her, hugged her, and kissed her lips...

Afraid of holding her down, Song Ling half-supported and half-pressed her body, held her chin with one hand, kissed her lips, gnawed on her lips, and was still unwilling to let go.Down the slender neck, wet all the way, above the breastbone, is the shivering red tip of the heart.

Song Ling could feel the trembling, fear, apprehension, dampness and heat of the person below her... At this moment, all kinds of emotions were present. She slowly opened up all her postures and gritted her teeth lightly. Tensioned, subconsciously blurted out a sentence: "It hurts...I hurt, Song Ling..."

Song Ling let go of her, and kissed her lips again. Her forehead was covered with fine sweat, and the damp hair was messily pasted on her forehead. Her rich lips were hesitating petals, every breath was moving. holding her heart.

Too flirtatious and too maddening.

Song Ling stretched out her hand to push back the hair on her forehead, kissed the tears at the corner of her eyes, and whispered softly against her ear: "Ah Zhao, I also hurt."

Shen Zhao hugged her tightly, cried and let her grab everything.

Where the fingers meander, there are strings of ripples.

Destined to be a sleepless night.

The snow outside the window is getting bigger and bigger, and the wind is blowing across the air. The sky is full of snow and white mist, which is hard to see clearly, but is willing to fall into it.

-

Su Yihan took Xiang Jin away and arranged her in a villa in the suburbs where she didn't usually live. She wanted to let people live in the hotel, but Xiang Jin didn't want to, so she had to bring him here.It was Xiao Chengye who drove them back.

Xiang Jin's whole body was soaked by the wind and snow, and her hair was sticking wet to her pale face. She looked so weak that it made people feel distressed.

Su Yihan brought him into the bathroom, filled a bathtub full of water, and let him soak for a while.

Instead of staying inside, Su Yihan withdrew, just turned around, and found that Xiao Chengye, who was outside the house, hadn't left yet.

Su Yihan froze for a moment, narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at him, and said indifferently, "Why don't you leave?"

Xiao Chengye coughed lightly, concealing his thoughts, and asked her, "Is she better?"

Su Yihan doesn't need to guess that Xiao Chengye's old troubles have relapsed with this face that is not used here. This time, it is Jiaming's last chance of survival. Su Yihan warned him: "Don't blame me for not warning you, she, you untouchable."

Xiao Chengye started thinking about Xiang Jin when he met Xiang Jin a few years ago, but he didn't meet again later, so he let it go.He is a playful person, he loves the other when he sees one, and now that he meets again, he gives him the fat on his lips, so he doesn't have any scruples.

Sure enough, Xiao Chengye sneered and said, "You don't know yet, this person is not Song Ling's real sister."

Su Yihan glanced at him coldly, "So what?"

Xiao Chengye smiled, followed her words, and asked, "So what? I've already inquired. Song Ling has no affection for her younger sister. Even the people in the Qingyunwan villa have been imprisoned. Are you sure you want to marry her?" Use her?"

Su Yihan has her own plans, "It doesn't matter, as long as there is this relationship, it doesn't matter whether the relationship is good or not. When she wakes up in the future, we can use Jiaming to use the banner of the Song family, and with this big tree of the Song family , are you afraid that you won’t be able to attract investment?”

Xiao Chengye: "What if you can't handle her?"

Su Yihan looked at him with slightly raised eyebrows, and asked him, "What do you mean?"

"If she follows me, will she be able to stay in Jiaming with all her heart? Make sure everything is safe. As long as I can convince her, won't the road ahead be difficult?"

Su Yihan knew what Xiao Chengye was thinking, and also knew how much selfishness there was in his words.

But what he said is not unreasonable. She has also heard the rumors about Song Ling's younger sister. Her biological mother offended Song Ling and was sent to prison. Maybe this Xiang Jin can't get much favor from Song Ling. .It can also be seen from her downcast appearance today that if she can handle it, Song's thread can be used for a long time.

Su Yihan glanced lightly at Xiao Chengye, showing disdain for him, and said coldly, "What can you do?"

Xiao Chengye heard that she let go, and smiled freely: "Do you want to see what a man does?"

Su Yihan has always looked down on him, and now Jiaming is a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and there seems to be no other way besides this.

She withdrew her gaze, walked out, and said lightly: "Be quick, don't dirty my house."

Su Yihan left, leaving only Xiao Chengye on the second floor.

Xiao Chengye smiled, walked towards the bathroom, raised his hand and gently opened the bathroom door.

In the bathroom, Xiang Jin was drowsy from the hot water, leaning against the bathtub, trying to calm down the discomfort in his heart.

Suddenly hearing the sound of the door opening, Xiang Jin opened his eyes, and saw a pair of men's leather shoes through the curtain beside the bathtub.Her heart skipped a beat, and she quietly covered her body under the water.

A moment later, a hand came up and opened a gap in the shower curtain.

She looked up and saw that it was the man who had just driven the car.

Xiao Chengye looked at the person thoroughly from top to bottom, the beauty was underwater, and even his mind was turbulent.

Xiang Jin slowly clenched his hands and fists under the water, his eyes were slightly condensed, revealing ruthlessness, but his tone asked lightly: "What are you doing?"

He smiled and said, "I'm Xiao Chengye from Jiaming..." He slowly squatted down, leaning against the bathtub, at eye level with her, and slowly hinted, "Song Ling doesn't want to see you, why don't you stay?" In Jiaming, I guarantee you will be a big hit, and you will be the top female star in Jiaming."

Xiang Jin stared at him calmly, but her hand under the water was ready to strike at any time, and sneered: "You want to touch me?"

It was the first time he met such a smart and interesting woman, and Xiao Chengye became interested. Although he was playful, he was always gentle with women and never forced her.This kind of thing is interesting when it happens.

Xiao Chengye looked at her with raised eyebrows, and asked her opinion: "Don't you want to?"

Xiang Jin smiled, lowering her long eyelashes to cover her emotions, even the killing intent in her eyes.

She didn't know how many times she had encountered this kind of person and this kind of thing since she was a child.

Killing people is nothing but beheading, but there are eleven million ways to torture people, each of which can make life worse than death.

Xiang Jin raised her head, straightened her slender and snow-white neck to look at the man, smiled and said slowly, "No hurry, I'm a little uncomfortable."

Gentle words, but just a smile made Xiao Chengye let go of all his guard, just thinking that he was infinitely charming, he reached out and touched her wet and greasy face, rubbed it back and forth, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'll wait for you .”