Song Yuzhang

Song Yuzhang sent Chen Hanmin home. After the delivery, he lit a cigarette in the car, slowly thinking about what kind of situation he was in.

Meng Tingjing What does this mean?

It seems that they have broken up with him, so why should they care who he sleeps with?

Excessive goods?

If you abuse your goods, you can abuse your goods. It doesn't bother Meng Tingjing if he abuses others.

Song Yuzhang frowned while smoking, maybe he still has to go?But running away for this is really too useless.

Song Yuzhang straightened his waist, looked down, and realized that his little brother was still in a state of semi-sustainability. Song Yuzhang stared at his pants, deeply pitying himself.

What is this called!

He just got along with Meng Tingjing for a while, and he didn't treat Meng Tingjing badly. It's just that Meng Tingjing's personality is too weird. Besides, the past is over, and Meng Tingjing himself admits it. Can you suffocate him? !

The clay figurine still has a bit of temperament, not to mention that Song Yuzhang never felt that he had a good temper. He saw that Meng Tingjing was a pretty boy, so he gave way to him everywhere. It seems that today he has to make things clear. A living person cannot be held back by urine After death, Song Yuzhang drove straight to Meng's house.

Meng Tingjing was enjoying the shade in the yard, and when he heard the servant say that the young master of the Song family was coming, he thought it was Song Jincheng or Song Yekang, so he waved casually.

When the footsteps approached, Meng Tingjing didn't turn her head, she just looked at the sky full of stars.

"Brother Meng is very interested."

Meng Tingjing sat up almost immediately.

Song Yuzhang stood beside his wicker chair, his face was unusually cold.

Meng Tingjing's leisurely expression immediately turned cold, "What are you doing here?"

Song Yuzhang went straight to the point, "I sent Chen Hanmin home."

Meng Tingjing said "Oh", and lay back lazily, with his hands folded on his chest and abdomen, and his tone was light, "What does this have to do with me?"

Song Yuzhang wished he could kick his wicker chair over.

Meng Tingjing is "independent" to the extreme, there is only one chair in the yard, and Song Yuzhang doesn't even have a place to sit, "I thought we are now in the same place."

Meng Tingjing put both hands on the armrests of the rattan chair, shaking slightly, and said lazily, "That's right."

His attitude is very different from the impatient look in the restaurant.

Song Yuzhang was used to his moodiness, and felt a little funny for a while.

"Ting Jing," Song Yuzhang said helplessly, "What exactly do you want?"

Meng Tingjing didn't even look at him, but just looked at the stars, "We don't interfere with the river, so you don't need to ask for my opinion on what you do."

"Well, I'll go find Xiao Yuxian tonight."

The shaking wicker chair stopped.

Meng Tingjing slowly turned his face away. Although he didn't speak, Song Yuzhang could see the clue from his eyes, his eyes seemed to say "How dare you?"

Song Yuzhang really didn't dare.

He himself is not afraid of anything, but he cannot accept "I don't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me".

This is really ridiculous, Meng Tingjing ignores him, but wants to care who he sleeps with, why?Why?

Song Yuzhang never thought that one day he would be caught in this kind of thing, as if there was no other way to go except to run.

Meng Tingjing never thought that one day he would see a distressed expression on Song Yuzhang's face. He thought that this person didn't care about anything and would always be calm. He was inexplicably happy, although he also warned himself not to care about it Song Yuzhang's nosy affairs, he was careful to get involved again, but he was really happy, so happy that he wanted to laugh.

Don't you care about him?It's not delivered to your door yet!After all, Song Yuzhang still cares about his opinion!

Meng Tingjing was very pleased with herself, but the expression on her face remained unwavering and indifferent.

Song Yuzhang looked down at Meng Tingjing. Meng Tingjing was no longer a rose with thorns, but a rose that had been poisoned. Once touched, the poison entered her body. Either she was poisoned to death by him, or she made up her mind to scrape the bones to cure the poison.

Song Yuzhang is always full of love and affection for himself, and he will never be cruel enough to let himself suffer. Scraping the bone to heal the poison is too painful for him, so he can't do it. His face softened, and he slowly bent down. Love me, or hate me?"

Meng Tingjing had already sorted out the entanglement between the two of them quickly in his heart. He took a liking to Song Yuzhang, a scumbag, and spent two days with Song Yuzhang in a daze. This is nothing, people are always confused Now that he is sober, Meng Tingjing said coldly, "I have no feelings for you."

"In this case, why do you bother with me?"

"I care about you? Don't take yourself too seriously."

"Then please tell me clearly, who should I sleep with?"

Meng Tingjing shot at him coldly, Song Yuzhang waited patiently, Meng Tingjing didn't slap Song Yuzhang like Shen Chengduo in the restaurant, he said coldly: "Why can't you learn well?"

Song Yuzhang was shocked physically and mentally.

He seemed to have vaguely understood the reason for Meng Tingjing's weird and awkward temper. Could it be...he was just like him, suffocated?

Song Yuzhang said: "When you tied me to the bed some time ago, Ting Jing, you don't seem to have the face you have now?"

When Song Yuzhang said this, Meng Tingjing was even more thankful that he reined in the precipice that day. His judgment was unbiased. If he was really tempted by Song Yuzhang, then he would degenerate and become a slave controlled by Song Yuzhang. Song Yuzhang really lost face in front of him.

Meng Tingjing said flatly: "I was not sober at that time." He looked at Song Yuzhang with a holy expression, "Now I am sober."

Song Yuzhang can always see in Meng Tingjing the shadows of people he knew before.

Now, he thought of his first love who sang hymns in the church again. That first love was a little abstinent, always shy and shy, and would blush for a long time when he looked at it. She had a pure and virginal air, which made Song Yuzhang very happy. Fascinated for a while.

However, this kind of abstinence in Meng Tingjing was full of an awkward and repressed taste.

This abstinence is vicious, it is fighting against heaven and earth, fighting against self, and at the same time dragging people into the water to suffer like him.

Unfortunately, Song Yuzhang was the one he chose to suffer together.

Heart disease still needs heart medicine. Song Yuzhang didn't have the noble mind of self-sacrifice and didn't want to treat Meng Tingjing, but if Meng Tingjing would harm him, he couldn't stand it.

Song Yuzhang said: "Ting Jing, you broke the contract first."

Meng Tingjing sneered, "What appointment do I have with you..."

Meng Tingjing's mouth was blocked by Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang's lips are soft, but his tongue is very strong. The smell of alcohol and tobacco is very masculine and very attractive. Meng Tingjing immediately pushed him, but he forgot that he was sitting on a rattan chair. He pushed, Song Yuzhang pressed, Meng Tingjing immediately fell off the rattan chair, and the two fell on the grass. Song Yuzhang still held on to Meng Tingjing's collar.

The two of them almost wrestled on the grass.

Actually, Song Yuzhang couldn't beat Meng Tingjing, but Song Yuzhang didn't want to fight Meng Tingjing. He kissed, touched, and oppressed Meng Tingjing.

Between lips and tongue, you retreat and advance, the fight is sore, numb and painful, inseparable, Song Yuzhang suddenly withdrew again, he grabbed Meng Tingjing by the collar, his eyes were full of light, he gave a breathless laugh, rubbed against each other on purpose, and said : "Ting Jing, you don't seem to have learned very well."

Meng Tingjing was about to rest at home. He was only wearing a single robe and a pair of trousers. They were soft and thin, and the slightest changes in his body could not be concealed from others. His face turned green and red, "Song Yuzhang, don't go too far." .”

"Otherwise?" Song Yuzhang lowered his face and approached, smiling and said, "What do you want to do to me? Are you going to learn badly for me?"

Song Yuzhang used Zi's spear to attack Zi's shield, and Meng Tingjing was left speechless.

In Meng Tingjing's silence, Song Yuzhang's face suddenly turned cold, and he lowered his head again. Meng Tingjing didn't dodge, Song Yuzhang's lips pressed against his ear, and exhaled a faint warm breath, "Don't put on a show here, it's nothing You're a man, if you have the guts, castrate yourself, if you have the guts, I'll accompany you, if you don't, then leave me alone!"

After Song Yuzhang finished speaking, he threw away the collar in his hand, knelt and rode to suppress the person, and raised his hand high to Meng Tingjing who was lying on his back on the grass.

Meng Tingjing stared at his face, with bursting sparks in his eyes. When Song Yuzhang's palm fell, he still didn't hide. He just stared at Song Yuzhang's star-like eyes without blinking. Song Yuzhang didn't slap him. But she grabbed his hair, lowered her head and kissed him fiercely.

Meng Tingjing gradually sat up in his chaotic breath, wrapped his hands around Song Yuzhang's waist, and nailed him firmly to his thighs.

The lawn was devastated, and the night was filled with the astringent smell of crushed grass. Meng Tingjing and Song Yuzhang kissed like a beast. Both of them were a little out of control. In the chaotic red spring, he stared at Meng Tingjing and said, "Do you want to?"

Meng Ting breathed heavily in silence.

Song Yuzhang asked him again: "Dare you?"

Meng Tingjing's expression shook with his pupils, and he said slowly, "You don't have to provoke me..."

Ashamed of the hoarseness of his voice, he fell silent again.

Song Yuzhang saw his expression, then let go of his hand, and slowly stood up, his body was covered with grass clippings and grass juice, he patted him twice, Song Yuzhang pulled down his sleeve again, and said lightly: " I am leaving."

Song Yuzhang is striding forward. The Meng family is different from the Song family. It is a very old courtyard-style building with nine bends and eighteen bends. The courtyard is deep and there are countless turns. The lantern was so dim that it was almost gloomy. Living in such a place, it was no wonder that Meng Tingjing had such a strange temperament.

Song Yuzhang also vented, which is better than nothing.

Knowing that he is not completely controlled by others, he feels much better.

Meng Tingjing is a pretending mad rabbit, wait, he will subdue him sooner or later.

Song Yuzhang didn't take a few steps when he was hugged by a person who came out from an unknown corner. He was startled and almost thought he had run into a ghost. He smelled the strong smell of green grass on the other person's body, and his heart beat slowly. Slowly calming down, he whispered, "Ting Jing?"

Meng Tingjing locked him in her arms, heard his voice, trembled all over, lowered her head and kissed Song Yuzhang's eyes forcefully, the force seemed to swallow Song Yuzhang's eyeballs.

"You harmed me," Song Yuzhang heard Meng Tingjing complained, "You are here to harm me!"