After being reborn, he was taken home by President Mo

Jiang Cuo's heart sank. If Song Chaoyang took away the mobile phones, she and Lu Kexin would really only be able to be swayed by Song Chaoyang.

Jiang Cuocuo still said in a low voice: "Let me take it, if someone can't contact me, it will easily arouse suspicion."

"It's okay," Song Zhaoyang smiled, "I won't turn off the phone for you, if someone calls you, just answer it."

Although Song Chaoyang was smiling, Jiang Cuocuo felt that the smile was a bit creepy.

For the safety of himself and Lu Kexin, he could not provoke him no matter what today, nor could he have a direct confrontation with Song Chaoyang.

Thinking of this, Jiang mistakenly handed Song Chaoyang his cell phone.

Song Chaoyang looked at Jiang Cuocuo, who had become docile, and stretched out his hand. He wanted to hold Jiang Cuocuo's hand, but Jiang Cuocuo seemed to have seen her intention, and quickly withdrew his hand, letting Song Cuocuo Chaoyang took an empty shot.

Song Chaoyang didn't mind either, he put Jiang Cuocuo's mobile phone and Lu Kexin's mobile phone aside, stood up, and walked in front of Jiang Cuocuo.

Jiang Cuocuo's face showed precaution and vigilance, Song Chaoyang smiled, picked up a strong rope that came from nowhere, and tied her hands.

"What do you want to do!" Jiang Cuo asked coldly.

Song Zhaoyang squatted in front of her again, tied her legs, raised his head and said, "Cuo'er, I won't hurt you, this is just in case, after all, you were a black belt in Taekwondo before."

Jiang Cuocuo resisted the urge to lift his leg and kick Song Chaoyang, and let him tie himself tightly.

After finishing it, Song Chaoyang was finally satisfied.

He put down the knife in his hand, sat next to Jiang Cuocuo, and turned up the heat of the hot pot, "Let's start eating now, first eat your favorite slippery beef?"

Jiang Cuo Cuo is in no mood to eat, but if he doesn't eat today, I'm afraid he won't be able to.

"You tied my hands, how can I eat?"

As long as the beef is blanched, it will be cooked. Song Chaoyang picked it up, put it in a bowl, dipped it in some ingredients, and blew it to Jiang Cuocuo's mouth: "I'll just feed you."

"I want to eat by myself."

"Cuo'er, let me feed you. When you wanted to play games before, didn't I cook something for you?"

When mentioning the past at this time, Jiang Cuo felt it was very ironic and ridiculous.

But seeing the anticipation and enthusiasm in Song Chaoyang's eyes, Jiang Cuocuo had no choice but to open his mouth.

The usual favorite beef entered his mouth, Jiang Cuo mistakenly felt that there was no taste at all, as if he was eating candles.

Song Chaoyang was very satisfied with Jiang Cuocao's obedient behavior, so he picked up another piece of meat, blew it, and fed it to her mouth.

After eating three or four pieces of meat like this, Jiang Cuocuo turned his head, "I'm full."

Song Zhaoyang took out a tissue, carefully wiped the oil stains on her lips, and said softly, "You only ate so much, how can you be full?"

Jiang made a mistake to avoid Song Chaoyang's hand, "I'm an artist, I want to maintain my figure, so I can't eat too much."

"Let's eat something else, how about vegetable balls, this won't make you fat." Song Zhaoyang picked up a ball.

Jiang Cuo Cuo really couldn't help it, "Song Chaoyang, I won't eat anything, I'm full!"

Song Zhaoyang was not angry, and forked another piece of watermelon, "Then eat some fruit, if you eat spicy ones, eat some fruit slowly."

Jiang Cuo wrongly looked at Song Chaoyang, and Song Chaoyang looked at her with accommodating and pampering, just like before.

Jiang Cuocuo knew that head-to-head confrontation was useless, so she had to try other methods.

She blinked a few times and shed tears, "I won't eat anything, can you respect me?"

The trick of showing weakness really worked. Song Chaoyang put down the watermelon, showing a bit of nervousness and panic on his face, "Don't eat anymore, Cuer, don't cry."

Song Chaoyang squatted in front of her again, reaching out to wipe her tears, Jiang Cuocuo quickly turned his head.

Song Chaoyang's hands were in the air.

After a long while, Song Chaoyang held Jiang Cuocuo's face with both hands, and looked at her with greed, "Cuo'er, don't be so indifferent to me, can you smile at me? I want to see you smile." .”

Jiang Cuocuo was still crying, "You trapped me here, tied my hands and feet, and made me not even free. How can I laugh?"

Perhaps it was because Jiang Cuocuo's tears were too real and his tone too resentful, Song Zhaoyang's eyes turned red.

He said hoarsely: "Cuo'er, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, you should hate me, I know you will never smile at me again..."

"Cuo'er, I deserve it right. I miss you so much. Since you left, I haven't missed you for a moment..."

Song Zhaoyang's eyes were red, and tears welled up from the corners of his eyes, "I wish I could start over again, I will never do anything to hurt you again, I will always love you well..."

Facing Song Chaoyang like this, Jiang Cuo Cuo couldn't be half moved.

She knew that what Song Zhaoyang said might be true, and the guilt was also true, but he did it.

The moment he decided to burn her to death, apart from hatred, she would have no more friendship with him.

If Song Chaoyang continued like this, Jiang Cuocuo didn't know how far it would go. She said coldly, "Since you are so affectionate, why do you still do things to hurt me?"

Hearing Jiang Cuocuo's words, Song Chaoyang changed to a kneeling posture, held Jiang Cuocuo's hand instead, and said excitedly: "It was my mistake, I shouldn't blame you for the things of the previous generation. on the head."

Account of the previous generation?

Jiang Cuocuo heard Shen Jingjing mention it last time, saying that Song Chaoyang wanted to seek revenge from her, but what enmity did she have with him?

He will cooperate with Shen Minghua, explaining that this account has nothing to do with Shen Minghua.

Who does that matter?

Her mother, or her grandfather?

"What did the previous generation accrue to me?" Jiang Cuo asked wrongly.

Song Zhaoyang calmed down a little after hearing this, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "My mother was killed by your mother at the time, so I have always hated your mother, but when I have When you can take revenge, your mother has already died of illness."

"After Shen Jingjing found out, she said that my mother couldn't die in vain, and she wanted her to pay her debts. She wanted to put this debt on your head and let you pay it back."

Jiang Cuo couldn't believe it, "Does my mother know your mother? How could she kill your mother? There must be a misunderstanding!"

She thought of what Shen Jingjing said, Shen Qingjing and her mother had taken in Song Chaoyang when they were young, and they were kind to Song Chaoyang.

Could it be that Song Chaoyang's mother died when he was very young?

Song Zhaoyang seldom mentioned his own family affairs, was it also because of this?