she caused the gods to fall

As soon as the video was posted to the group, the group exploded.

The photos are so clear that it is Song Qingyan at first glance.

But because of Song Qingyan's superior image, they couldn't believe it was him.

"I might be dazzled too..."

"I also……"

"How could it be Brother Qingyan who is hugging Shen Daiyi? It should be that her husband looks more like Brother Qingyan!"

"I'm biased towards that conclusion."

"How could Brother Qingyan of our Gaolingzhixue kiss a woman so crazily?"

"Actually, if you look closely, it doesn't look like it at all."

"Add 1~"

In fact, the car kiss is particularly beautiful, and even has a strong emotional collision.

Bright and dark, emotional interweaving.

It makes people blush and heartbeat at a glance, but it doesn't make people feel unbearable.

Song Zhiqian who was pulled into the group again: "Look at the license plate number, idiots..."

They read.

Beijing A1111.

So, the whole group was silent for three seconds.

After three seconds.

"Bold, how dare you kiss on the front of Brother Qingyan's car!"

"that is!"

"For the sake of acquaintances, we should pretend we didn't see it."

When they saw the license plate, they still refused to believe that this was something Song Qingyan would do.

Until, the rich young man who sent the video continued, "They got in the car and left."

"And then?" they asked.

Young Master Kuo: "Brother Qing Yan took a look at me."

them:"……"

They: "Are you sure it's Brother Qingyan? Are you reading that right?"

Mr. Kuo: "No..."

Rich Young Master: "Ah Qian, is Shen Daiyi your lobby sister-in-law?"

Song Zhiqian sent a nose-picking emoji: "Yes, a bunch of idiots."

……

In Jingyuan Villa, Shen Daiyi was hugged horizontally by a man, her skirt dragging the floor.

She was half drunk and half awake.

Leaning on the man's shoulder.

Breathing heavily.

Song Qingyan sat on the bed, she straddled him, he kissed the tip of her nose, clasped his fingers tightly, imprisoned in his own world, devouring her sweetness.

She leaned against him, her cheeks pink.

Shen Daiyi's voice was soft and sweet: "I want to sit on the bed."

Song Qingyan's breath brushed against her ear: "Mrs. Song, sitting on the bed now...it will be dangerous."

Low magnetism's voice makes people blush and heartbeat.

Shen Daiyi's eyelashes trembled slightly: "Then let me go."

Song Qingyan refused to let go, raised her chin, and made her look at him: "It won't be too late after comforting Mrs. Song."

Ok?

How else can I appease you?

This cuddling and kissing, sticky and sticky for more than an hour, Shen Daiyi has been soothed and very satisfied, it is the kind that can give Song Qingyan a five-star praise.

Song Qingyan held her waist with one hand, and lifted the woman's skirt on the carpet with the other: "Mrs. Song should like it very much."

Soon, Shen Daiyi knew what his consolation was.

"I, I don't like it."

She was already wrinkling the man's shirt, her red lips trembled a few times, and she retorted loudly.

It just doesn't work.

"Really?" Song Qingyan smiled in her ear.

The spring in Shen Daiyi's peach blossom eyes became more and more intense, and finally she couldn't say a word. Her eyes were always on the man's face, and finally it gradually became blurred from clear...

An hour later, Shen Daiyi was hugged by Song Qingyan and came out of the bathroom. On Shen Daiyi's cheeks, there was still a look of spring after being comforted by a man, but she was asleep.

Song Qingyan sat on one side and stared at her peaceful sleeping face, he couldn't eat, but he had worked hard enough to comfort her all the way back and comfort her with his own hands for so long.

After a while, he took the time to look at his phone.

Most of the messages on WeChat are from Fu Botang.

He specially took a picture of himself kissing Shen Daiyi and sent it:

"You guys were seen kissing, and the fickle and ungrateful son of God has collapsed."

"This picture is restricted enough."

"They're so fun, hahahaha..."

"I would rather find a reason to convince myself than believe that it is you."

"Zhi Qian came out of the group and admitted that Shen Daiyi is his sister-in-law."

"They were deceived by your aloof appearance, thinking that you have no emotions and desires. Before, they thought that your marriage was just the Song family's idea. They always thought that Mrs. Song was a tool."

After flipping through the information, Song Qingyan sent a full stop.

Then he opened the drawer, took out the marriage certificate, took a photo and posted it on Moments.

After sending, he put his phone on the table, got up and went to the bathroom.

It took about an hour or so before she opened the quilt and lay on the other side of Shen Daiyi.

Song Qingyan has quite a few WeChat friends, but usually few of them dare to disturb him.

And his circle of friends is deserted, and has not been updated all year round.

After Moments issued the marriage certificate, in just a few minutes, the number of likes has exceeded [-].

At this moment, those noble sons accepted the fact.

Looking back at the video again, they gasp and realize two things.

Song Qingyan married Shen Daiyi.

Shen Daiyi is not a so-called tool person.

They never thought that the two would have a relationship.

-

Jiang Ziheng was sent to the hospital in the middle of the night. When he woke up the next morning, there was a dull pain in the place where the family was passed down, and he regretted that his intestines were green.

He asked someone to find the waiter from last night, asked about Shen Daiyi's bag and mobile phone, and quickly sent it to Song Qingyan.

And he lay in the hospital and called Chen Hui, but when he called, the phone was turned off.

Smelly bitches.

He should have known that he had caused trouble.

Afraid that he will cause trouble to shut down the phone?

Jiang Ziheng's face was distorted, he was indeed very angry, if it wasn't for Chen Hui, he would never have suffered an indiscriminate disaster and would not have offended Song Qingyan.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was being used by Chen Hui.

So, someone was sent to investigate.

Sure enough.

Damn woman.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Mrs. Jiang appeared, with short hair and a skirt covering her hips. When she saw Jiang Ziheng lying on the hospital bed, she cursed: "I remind you every time you are playing, be careful, you take my words as fart?"

"Do you know how much money the company lost in just two hours because of you?"

Early in the morning, various scandals about the couple first broke out, and food safety issues were constantly put on the table for discussion, and the stock price has plummeted all the way now.

Jiang Ziheng was miserable: "Did I get beaten for nothing?"

"You bastard, you'll be counted if you hit you a few times. Song Qingyan wants to punish you, but I can't help you. You'd better not implicate our family."

After all, in the north of Beijing, they are not as powerful as the Song family. All in all, they cannot be offended.

Jiang Ziheng endured the pain and straightened up: "I'm going to talk to Song Qingyan when I leave the hospital. In addition, you send someone to find that woman named Chen Hui, and you have to dig three feet to bring her back to me."

Two days later, Song Group, the CEO's office.

Song Qingyan sat on a leather office chair in a suit and leather shoes.

Chen Li stood in front of the desk and reported: "Mr. Song, the case has been solved. The woman Wang Ziheng has been in contact with recently is Chen Hui. Therefore, I have reason to suspect that it was Chen Hui who revealed the matter about his wife not being able to drink."

Song Qingyan's pen tip paused slightly.

After finishing speaking, he answered another call: "Mr. Song, Wang Ziheng said that he would personally apologize to you and your wife. Do you want to see him?"