How bad guys are made

Chapter 44 Hello, I'm Qingqing's Husband
After five o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Dong left early on time, ignoring Sun Xiaojie's contemptuous gaze, but this time he was not going home. Just now He Qing called and said that she had almost recovered and could come to work tomorrow. Naturally, Wen Dong couldn't grow old. Occupying someone else's car, I naturally went to deliver the car, thinking that having a car is convenient, and I have less than 16 deposits, so it is still possible to buy a low-end private car.

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"Hi, I'm already downstairs." Wen Dong drove a white horse sports car to the downstairs of He Qing's community and said.

"Oh, I saw you." Not long after, a head popped out from the fourteenth floor, looking at Wen Dong below, and Wen Dong waved his hand up quickly.

"Did you throw away the shirt you wore the day before yesterday?"

"Uh... no, it's in the car." Wen Dong was taken aback for a moment, wondering why He Qing asked this.

"Come up, take your shirt by the way, do you want me to go down to pick you up?" After a brief silence, He Qing said something that shocked Wendong.

Before Wendong could speak, the phone on the other side had already hung up, and the head protruding from upstairs also shrank back.

"Isn't this beautiful lady Lin interested in me?" Wen Dong shook his head and put his phone in his pocket. Although Wen Dong often thinks he is handsome narcissistically, he knows that his looks can only be regarded as superior. Ordinary men are just stronger, it is absolutely impossible for a beautiful woman to take a fancy to herself.

"Are your feet better?" Wen Dong sat on the sofa, took a sip of the water that He Qing handed him, and looked at He Qing who was a little awkward beside him.

"Well, much better." He Qing nodded.

The two didn't speak, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. Wen Dong really couldn't stand the atmosphere, and just wanted to find an excuse to escape, when He Qing said suddenly: "You...you give me that shirt."

"Hey, Boss He doesn't want to keep it as a souvenir." Wen Dong adjusted the atmosphere and teased deliberately.

"You think it's beautiful, I'll sew it for you." He Qing's face turned reddish, and she gave Wen Dong a white look.

"Okay, since I was a child, no woman has ever sewed clothes for me, especially a woman as beautiful as Sister He." Wen Dong hurriedly handed the shirt with one sleeve missing to He Qing, and found that He Qing held the shirt in her hand. Wearing a shirt sleeve, which has already been washed, Wen Dong's heart is warm, it's rare for her to be so caring.

What Wendong said is true. Wendong is an orphan. When he was young, the old cripple sewed clothes for himself. When he grew up, he did it himself. , Wendong is an orphan, most likely a bastard, what those people said is not bad at all.

Although the pain in Wendong's eyes was fleeting, it still did not escape the attentive He Qing's eyes, with an inexplicable look of pity in her eyes: "It's all over, isn't it?" This sentence was said to Wendong, It seemed to be speaking to himself.

"Yes, it's over." Wen Dong involuntarily took out a cigarette, thought about it and took it back.

"Smoke it, actually I smoke one sometimes." He Qing took out an ashtray from under the table and said.

"Women don't smoke, it's bad for your body and it's not good for your skin."

"En." He Qing lowered her head and began to sew Wendong's clothes carefully.

Seeing the man I don't hate lazily lying on the sofa and smoking a cigarette, while I am obediently sewing clothes for this man beside me like a little daughter-in-law. This man is the only one who has entered her house in the past few years. She had never imagined that she would have such a life with a man who had lived twice. Not only did He Qing not reject him, but she felt a sense of peace of mind.

"Okay, huh? Why are you looking at me like that?" He Qing picked up her clothes, and seeing Wen Dong staring blankly at herself, her pretty face couldn't help but blush. How could this little guy look at him like that? .

"Hehe, I suddenly want to get married."

"Why do you look at me if you want to get married!" He Qing glared at Wen Dong angrily, but regretted it after she said it.

"Hey, if you want to start a family, you should naturally find a woman like Sister He. She is gentle and virtuous, and can make money. How wonderful."

"Hehe, I am more than ten years older than you. In a few years, I will be an old woman. No one wanted me when I was young, let alone now." He Qing seemed to think of it when he said so casually. What memory, a look of pain flashed in his eyes, he smiled casually and handed the sewn shirt to Wen Dongdao: "Here you are."

"You... why are you taking off your clothes?" He Qing was a little shocked when she saw Wen Dong who had quickly taken off her upper body crying blood. She was not embarrassed, after all, she was a woman of her age.It's just that I'm curious why Wendong took off his clothes. Is this guy going to...

"Of course it's time to put on clothes. The clothes Sister He sewed for me, of course I have to wear them." Wen Dong kept crying blood on the sofa and put on the sewn shirt again, stretched out He stretched out his hand and said, "Hehe, the clothes fit me well, thank you."

"you are welcome."

Seeing Wendong standing up, He Qing knew he was going to leave, and she wanted to keep this man she didn't dislike for no reason, even if she stayed for a while, and hurriedly said: "The clothes are always torn, I will help you go Go shopping for clothes, I happen to be shopping too."

"Hehe, I forgot, I tore your stockings, uh, let's go, I'll buy them for you..." Wen Dong knew he had said something wrong, turned around and left in embarrassment.

He Qingqiao blushed and followed slowly.

The two drove to a large shopping mall. It was already evening, and the shopping mall was already crowded with people.

Today's He Qing is wearing a pair of soft-soled embroidered shoes, a pale pink knee-less skirt, no makeup on her face, plain face, without the glamor of the workplace, but with a touch of maturity and charm of a home woman.

The two came to the bustling shopping mall side by side. He Qing took Wendong straight to the men's section. Apparently this shopping mall came here often. After asking the sales lady, the two came to the Ysa Yingsa men's counter.

Women are shopaholics, this sentence is absolutely true, He Qing seems to have forgotten the purpose of coming here, looking around, even if she doesn't buy, her eyes are full of excitement.

Wen Dong felt bored following behind, and stood at the door of the counter with his two eyeballs aiming at all kinds of beauties passing by.

"Honey, what do you think of this one?" An unusually mature and sexy beautiful woman picked up a blue shirt and gestured at a man in a white shirt.

"Okay, as long as you like it." The man looked like a successful person.

He Qing, who was choosing clothes, suddenly raised her head and exclaimed, "Jiancheng?"

"En? He Qing?" The man suddenly turned his head when he heard the sound, with a hint of excitement on his face, his eyes fixed on He Qing's body non-stop.

"Husband, who is this lady?" Seeing Liu Jiancheng's eyes, the sexy woman seemed to feel a hint of threat, and said delicately with her arms around his arms.

When He Qing heard the woman calling him husband, He Qing shook her body. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around He Qing's waist. Wen Dong gently reached out and took He Qing's bag and carried it on his shoulder. He raised his head and looked at the well-dressed man in a suit and leather shoes. , and recognized at a glance that this was the man who went out drinking with Sun Zhenggang and those guys that day and talked with He Qing at the Blue Sky Nightclub.

Wendong glanced at the man, then turned his head and smiled at He Qing, "Qingqing, who are these two?"

Seeing Wen Dong beside her, He Qing felt the warmth of that powerful arm. He Qing immediately regained her composure. Seeing the corners of Wen Dong's mouth slightly raised, she quickly calmed down and not only did not stop Wen Dong's sudden intimacy. Instead, he moved closer to Wendong's chest, looked at the two people in front of him and introduced with a smile: "This is my college classmate, this must be his wife."

Seeing the intimate movements of the two, and hearing He Qing's introduction without even omitting his own name, Liu Jiancheng's face suddenly darkened, and then he immediately changed his face and smiled: "Yes, He Qing and I are college classmates, who is this? "

"I'm Qingqing's husband." Wen Dong hugged He Qing's slender waist tightly, and replied immediately.

"Husband, what do you think of this one?" He Qing twisted her waist, turned sideways, and gestured to Wen Dong with a white shirt in her hand.

"Okay, it's fine if you like it. As long as my wife likes it, I like it." Wen Dong imitated what Liu Jiancheng said before, and added another sentence.

"En." He Qing let Wen Dong hold her waist, and said shyly.

Seeing the flirting and cursing between the two, Liu Jiancheng's face was ashen. Suddenly, he saw Wen Dong's obviously sewn shirt and pants without a brand. Liu Jiancheng, the executive president of the city branch, where is this gentleman employed?"

"Hello, Wendong, Lanyun Group, who happens to be helping her with Qingqing's work. He worked as a security guard in Lanyun before." Wendong reached out to shake Liu Jiancheng's hand, then quickly drew back and hung his hand on He Qing's waist .

"Tch, it turns out he's a slut with a pretty face, and his clothes are all sewn." The woman beside Liu Jiancheng snorted disdainfully.

"Hehe, yes, my wife, I even said that I don't need to buy it. You sewed it for me very well. I will wear this one from now on." Looking at He Qing drowningly, he said.

Hearing this, Liu Jiancheng was taken aback.

Liu Jiancheng's eyes seemed to burst into flames. He didn't expect that He Qing would sew clothes for a small security guard. This was a treatment he had never had before, but his years of work experience made him calm down immediately, and said with a smile: "Next There is a dance on Friday, and most of the people who go to it are people with status in Shuicheng City, and a few are old classmates from the past. I have already told He Qing before, Mr. Ye, you should go too. "

"Okay, it would be the best to know some people of status." Without waiting for He Qing to say anything, Wen Dong immediately agreed, with a look of excitement on his face.

(End of this chapter)