The real daughter was spoiled by the sick villain

After they left, they guarded Lu Yingshen to the south.

Xiang Nan looked at the clock on the wall, it was past twelve o'clock, and two hours had passed since Ding Weining made a call, isn't Su Lan coming?

Song Yuqing sent Ding Weining home. He drove the car and saw Ding Weining take out the minutes of the meeting to listen to. He, who liked to enjoy the cool breeze, closed the car windows to isolate all the noise. He had already arrived at the Ding's villa, but Seeing that Ding Weining was listening seriously, he drove more and went around Ding's house twice.

"yawn……"

Ding Weining was sleepy from hearing this, and rubbed her sore and swollen temples.

When she looked at the time, it was past one o'clock, and she should have been home by now.

But when she looked out the window, she knew, "You are walking around with me again."

Song Yuqing whistled frivolously, "What can I do then? Throw you out of the car?"

Ding Weining was angry, "You can call me, I'll get out of the car and go home!"

Why keep driving in circles?

As if he wasn't tired at all in the middle of the night.

Song Yuqing snorted lightly, "Let you go home, who shall I see?"

It's rare to be in the same car with her, and I'd rather drive for an extra hour than spend more time with his little guy.

Ding Weining's cheeks felt inexplicably hot, "Who, who wants to show you! You bastard, stop the car! I'm going home!"

"It's far away. It's still ten kilometers away from your home. Don't worry." Song Yuqing said with a smile on his face. Seeing Ding Weining's angry look, he couldn't help reaching out and rubbing his head.

Ding Weining slapped his hand hard, "Smelly bastard, don't touch me!"

Delaying her time to go home and sleep, and trying to take advantage of her.

This guy plotted against her!

"I'm going to touch it, I'm going to touch it! Also, you hit my hand. This hand took bullets for you. You are so heartless!"

Song Yuqing brought up the old matter again, and the guilt in Ding Weining's heart surged up again, "Then... haven't I taken care of you for so long!"

It's been half a month since I've been feeding, and this bullet still can't be offset?

"You should take care of me for the rest of your life. I, Song Yuqing, have run through the hail of bullets, but I have never been injured for a woman." Song Yuqing's expression was light, and there was a bit of seriousness in his mellow voice.

Ding Weining blushed even more, for some reason, in such a small space in the car, the more she listened to Song Yuqing, the more blushed she became, unable to restrain herself.

Finally, Song Yuqing drove ten kilometers and delivered it to her door. She wanted to get off the car, but this man stopped her.

Song Yuqing loosened his seat belt, leaned forward, and pressed her on the co-pilot, approaching with a handsome face and bewildering eyes, "Hey, think about something?"

Ding Weining supported his chest with both hands guardedly, stuttering so frightened people, "What...what's the matter, get up first!"

Don't come so close!

Your face will turn red and your heart will beat fast!

Song Yuqing's laughter was very serious, "Should I change the male god, like me? I'm not much worse than Lu Yingshen."

When Ding Weining got out of the car, her legs were weak.

Song Yuqing, this bastard, looked quite unscrupulous, but at least he didn't do anything to her, that's what he said...

Ding Weining held her head and refused, "No, no! The male god is the third master, and no one can replace him! No way!"

She covered her head while walking without looking, and bumped into a drunken figure coming home together, the man was knocked down by her as soon as his body softened, and she was about to apologize when the man stood up and slapped her, " Ding Weining, you are going to die! In the middle of the night, you want to kill me, don't you?"