Reincarnated wives please stop pestering me

Just finished speaking.

But he saw the boy who got off from the co-pilot.

In an instant, it seemed that a howling north wind was blowing.

Song Junjie really didn't expect that Lin Cheng would dare to bring this boy here.

……

51 Boyfriend?───

Perhaps others may not know.

But Song Junjie had investigated Xia Chen's identity in private.

To his surprise.

It was helpless beyond his expectations.

The identity is too innocent, just like a piece of white paper, and the date of manufacture is written on the bottom.

It was so innocent that people wondered if it had been tampered with.

But after ten years of living in that dilapidated courtyard in the old city, even Song Junjie couldn't think of any mistakes or omissions.

People can do this to this extent, if they want to cover up something, it is quite helpless, right?

But in other places, Song Junjie felt confident.

Poor students graduating from high school this year?

Sorry, Song Junjie has seen a lot, and played a lot.

But they're not boys.

If it wasn't for these things, he really wouldn't feel how important the so-called money is to such a poor student.

Don't talk about donations, Song Junjie has no such leisurely intentions.

More advocating, of course, is the exchange and transaction.

And he also knew that this boy was a cowherd in Huangzuan KTV, such an identity is not very good.

Even if you are just a student, maybe you can do anything for money.

But you appeared next to a woman like Lin Cheng, a little flaw, a little bit of negative things will affect the image of the whole person, and even affect Lin Cheng.

Song Junjie had been there, even though he was threatened face to face by Xia Chen.

But what people are best at is probably to heal the scars and forget the pain.

And it was after Xia Chen didn't hit him hard, Song Junjie gradually felt that the other party was at best a supernatural person, and he just underestimated the enemy at that time, although he said that he could help him

That organization has also seemed much more peaceful recently.

But that doesn't mean there's nothing you can do.

Now watching Xia Chen get off the car slowly, Song Junjie looked at the brand-new clothes on the other side, and looked at the still calm expression on the other side.

Burning with jealousy.

Why is he so favored by Lin Cheng?

How could he afford this set of clothes with his own money?

Without even thinking about it, Lin Cheng must have bought it for him.

Why?

Why on earth does this kid make Lin Cheng obsessed, all for him?

A lot of thoughts passed through Song Junjie's mind, none of them was good enough to let it go, one was more vicious than the other, and one was more vicious than the other.

In the momentary eyes at this moment, like a movie screen, countless scenes skipped.

But Song Junjie is not a stunned young man with no brains at all, nor is he the kind of rich second generation who only knows to be domineering since he was a child.

It can be said that he is a capable man trained by Lin Xiasong.

But his childhood life can never be said to be the unrestrained and carefree life of the rich second generation.

On the contrary, in Lin's enterprise, he can only be regarded as an outsider.

No matter how others respect themselves now, everyone knows it.

With Lin Cheng's return to China, and as Lin Xiasong slowly transferred many core assets to Lin Cheng's hands, the company began to have obvious discussions.

The Lin family will eventually be handed over to someone surnamed Lin.

No matter how good he is, he is only a hero and a thug.

The pressure is on him, and the goal is even more in front of him, so Song Junjie has such a strong attachment to Lin Cheng.

Not only the pursuit of beauty, but also a desire to seize the future and make every effort.

That's what sticks the most.

Lin Cheng finally got out of the car too.

At this time, Lin Cheng had already put on high heels, but the denim jacket was still on her upper body, and her lower body was clearly a close-fitting evening dress.

Quite gracefully showing Lin Cheng's perfect lines below the waistline.

The buttocks are as smooth as jelly, upright and round.

Going down is the wrapped thighs. Although it is impossible to get a glimpse of the whole picture, it is not the kind of exposure that would expose the thighs like a public relations officer.

The next point is solemnity, and the previous point is frivolity.

This seems to be the consensus.

Lin Cheng, who was wearing high heels, walked around the car and stood beside Xia Chen. The scene looked a little strange now.

The two, both wearing denim jackets, are like an alternative couple outfit.

And Song Junjie standing in front of him was wearing a suit, like a love triangle in a Korean drama.

It just seems like even this love triangle is one-sided wishful thinking.

Lin Cheng looked at Song Junjie, maintaining a polite and friendly face.

"Brother Junjie, I went to pick up someone just now, so it's a little late. Are all the arrangements inside?"

Song Junjie put away the momentary blankness on his face, the surprises in his eyes, and those unnatural emotions.

There was even a smile.

It's just that this kind of smile is more or less uncomfortable.

"It's all arranged for you. As the protagonist of today, it's you who are late, which is more or less unreasonable."

It was as if he hadn't seen Xia Chen.

The initial astonishment was gone, and now Xia Chen was no longer in Song Junjie's sight.

ignore him.

What Song Junjie has to do now is to try to ignore him.

Lin Cheng smiled.

Then, with Song Junjie's eyes as calm as possible, he stretched out his hand to pull Xia Chen over, and by the way, put his arm in Xia Chen's and said.

"Let me introduce, this is my elder brother Song Junjie who has been by my side since childhood to help take care of me."

It's a slightly strange introduction.

But it's not hard for Song Junjie to hear it, this is to clarify the relationship with himself.

And then the next moment is.

"This is my boyfriend Xia Chen."

as predicted.

It's such an introduction that you have to piss yourself off.

Xia Chen didn't have much reaction, as if he expected it.

He even had the face to stretch out his hand and say it to Song Junjie.

"Hello."

Song Junjie looked at Xia Chen and at Lin Cheng's smile.

Instead of reaching out, he said.

"Since you have made arrangements, come in quickly. If you want to show it to Uncle Lin, you have to do it early."

Let Xia Chen's hand fall in the air, this small revenge seemed to make Song Junjie heave a sigh of relief.

After Song Junjie finished speaking, he turned around and walked away.

Leaving Lin Cheng and Xia Chen in place.

Lin Cheng couldn't stop laughing.

"I said I wouldn't shake hands with you, hahahaha..."

Xia Chen slowly put down her hands.

She shrugged without embarrassment.

"It's not that you said I was your boyfriend, I think it's still possible."

In fact, it is completely impossible. Xia Chen saw it at the first sight. As for why they shook hands?

It's very simple, just disgust the other party with confidence.

As long as you are not embarrassed, the one who is embarrassed is the other party.

Lin Cheng reached out and stroked the hair on the side of her ear, and the shiny earrings dangled.

Like a wind chime, but without sound.

"I know what these people think, since I'm going to bring you here, if you don't have a suitable identity, maybe you will have to leave the meeting in discomfort."

Xia Chen was beside Lin Cheng, walking towards the door with Lin Cheng.

"So you just say boyfriend?"

"Of course." Lin Cheng raised the corners of her mouth and raised her head with the pride of a girl in heaven.

"Here, being my boyfriend is the biggest identity, and you don't need to ask about other things."

What an inexplicable and irrefutable confidence.

……

PS: Ask for a ticket at the beginning of the month~~~~~

52 As long as you want-

Enter Yuehuwan Xishui Manor from the main entrance, decorated like a triumphal arch.

It is very pompous to say.

From Xia Chen's point of view, modern aesthetics is mostly a kind of sewing monster.

There is no uniform style, and there is no uniform style.

An established style that does not follow the traditional imagination sticks to the end.

For young people, the Stitch Monster is undoubtedly more attractive, for example, a girl with a baby face must have a pair of giant Opie.