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Yang Qingheng pursed her lips, put a bunch of documents back into the envelope, put them into her handbag, and strode back to the banquet hall.

TRAIN STATION.

Song Hengjue's eyes were half-closed, smelling of alcohol, and his eyes were dark, looking out the window solemnly.

The always arrogant person was half dead. Fang Nan was a little flustered and hesitated to speak. Finally, he closed his eyes and gave up: "If you want to chase me, just go for it. Although it is very embarrassing to be a mistress, you are not human yet, and you may break up." His family, but... wasn't Tang Bainian also the one who took away Yang Qingheng from you? Maybe Yang Qingheng can choose you for the sake of your previous relationship. "

In the end, he felt guilty.

Unexpectedly, the dejected man in front of him raised his eyes and glanced at him, and his ears stood up slightly.

"Besides, I just saw the mistress at the old lady's banquet. Since they are unkind, then we are unjust. Why is he flying colorful flags outside? Your ex-wife has to stay safe for him, right..."

Before Fang Nan finished speaking, the man in front of him suddenly jumped up and grabbed him by the collar. His face was terrifyingly dark, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "You just said that at the banquet, Who did you see?"

Fang Nan innocently said, "Mu Xiaoxiao."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Hengjue pinched the armrest and cracked it.

Seeing the blood on Song Hengjue's hand, he was startled and reached out to cover his wound: "Are you crazy?"

Song Hengjue pushed him away with his backhand and strode towards the door.

"Sir, the train is about to start, you can't get off." The conductor blocked Song Hengjue.

"I...I have something very important." Song Hengjue, an alcoholic, could not understand what she was saying. He was so anxious that his eyes were red and he seemed to be crying in the next second.

The conductor frowned and not only refused to give in, he also called on the conductor next door to stop him: "Sir, if you want to get off, you can get off at the next stop."

The car started slowly, and the passengers in the train looked this way.

Song Hengjue shook his head, scratching his head anxiously with his fingers, speaking incoherently. Finally, his eyes were fixed on the window nearby, his eyes lit up, and he rushed towards it.

The conductor let out a sharp crack.

I rushed over and saw the man rolling on the ground a few times, and finally staggered up, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Nan took back the hand that was about to hold Song Hengjue, raised his hands above his head, and said clearly: "He is the passenger sitting next to me. I don't know him. Don't get me wrong."

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Yang Qingheng helped send away the guests, turned around and said goodbye to the old lady.

Tang Bainian was still helping the old lady sort out the gifts and pressed her shoulder: "You have worked hard today. Go back and rest first. Just leave the finishing work to me."

"Well, you've worked hard too." Yang Qingheng nodded, patted the back of his hand, and asked the driver to take her home.

My aunt was also helping at the banquet today. The house was very quiet. She took a slow breath and after taking a bath, she rolled up the quilt and closed her eyes.

"Clap, clap."

There was a strange sound in his ears. Yang Qingheng opened his eyes vigilantly and saw the man squatting outside the window. His heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but let out a scream of fear. He rushed over to open the window and wanted to beat him to death: "Song Hengjue, are you sick?"

The smell of alcohol hit his face, and the veins on his forehead jumped.

He dared to climb to the third floor when he was drunk, why didn't he fall to death!

The long-legged man rushed in across the balcony without hesitation and hugged her fiercely. The hard bones made Yang Qingheng's shoulders hurt.

Just as she was about to reprimand, the man's breath rushed into her nasal cavity overwhelmingly, and the hard teeth touched the warm soft flesh in her lips.

The smell of blood spread between their lips and teeth, and Yang Qingheng bit it.

Song Hengjue hugged her tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to rub her into her bones and blood.

He was unwilling to accept it, why did she choose Tang Bainian's cheating man, and why their twenty years could not compare to Tang Bainian's five years.

Why not choose him.

The man's strength was too strong. Yang Qingheng was suffocated by the kiss. She finally broke away one hand and slapped him. She wiped her mouth hard, as if she had stained something dirty: "You fucking come here. Why are you so crazy?"

Song Hengjue was hit so hard that his head turned away. He was unwilling to let her leave for a second, and carefully held her face with his warm hands.

In the darkness, the outline of the man's face could not be seen clearly, but Yang Qingheng could clearly feel the warmth on his lips. The man's voice was low and trembling, as if he had exhausted all his strength, firm and humble: "I like you. .”

"You..." Yang Qingheng frowned, his eyes melted with warmth, sour and astringent, it was his tears. The hand raised in the air could no longer wave it down, so she pushed him away fiercely.

"Intellectually retarded."

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The strong sunlight shined on the bed through the window. Yang Qingheng yawned and opened his eyes with difficulty.

Her eyes touched the half-open window, and all the madness of last night rushed into her mind.

That drunkard Song Hengjue crawled into her room overnight and even went crazy saying that he wanted to be her mistress.

The man lying on the ground told her that this was not a dream.

The corners of Yang Qingheng's mouth twitched, and she wanted to slap herself in the face.

It's a mistake to drink!

"Hey, you bastard, get up!" She was disgusted and kicked the man's calf twice.

Song Hengjue woke up faintly, sat up holding the quilt, his eyes were not focused yet, and a dull hair on his head was half raised.

He looks like a fool.

Yang Qingheng added in her mind and slapped him on the head: "When you wake up, leave quickly, let Tang Bainian see you and beat you to death."

After hearing this, Song Hengjue jumped up and rushed towards the door. As soon as he opened a crack in the door, a hand reached out.

Song Hengjue:......

Song Hengjue:! ! !