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He hesitated and turned around, coaxing her in a low voice: "How about going home?"

"Hurry up." The tiger teeth of Yang Qingheng's resume rubbed against the blood vessels on the side of his neck. Song Hengjue trembled all over and got goosebumps. He quickly quickened his pace, wishing he could grow wings and fly back.

As soon as she opened the car door, Yang Qingheng pushed him hard and hurriedly untied his belt. She fumbled in the dark for a long time and couldn't find it. Instead, she became angry and slapped him on the waist in annoyance.

The crisp sound is especially ambiguous in the dark.

Song Hengjue's ears were red, and he grabbed her hand and kissed it carefully on his lips. His magnetic low voice was like soothing cello music, which inexplicably calmed down people's troubled hearts.

"Qingheng, can you tell me?"

Yang Qingheng was like an inflated balloon. After being punctured, Yang Qingheng lost energy instantly. She lay on his chest along the back of the chair and said in a loud voice: "Song Hengjue, am I a failure?"

She has been in the capital for so many years, but she has nothing to do with Qiao Xihe. She feels confused and helpless that her fate is not in her hands, but she has no ability to get rid of it and can only let that woman Qiao Xihe control her.

"How could it be, Yang Qingheng, you are the best person in the world." Song Hengjue half-bent his body and carefully held her face with both hands.

If someone else had said it, Yang Qingheng would have felt perfunctory, but looking at the man's eyes shining like stars in the dark night, looking at her unblinkingly, cherishing and sincere, her fearful heart suddenly calmed down.

"Can't you sleep yet?" Yang Qingheng was amused. She opened the buttons of his suit and saw the lining inside. She was silent for a moment, with mixed emotions in her eyes. "...Song Hengjue, do you have no other clothes?"

She had seen him wear this sweater for a few days, but she didn't expect to wear it as a lining when wearing a suit today!

Song Hengjue saw the disgust in her eyes, gritted his teeth secretly, and finally couldn't help it anymore: "Yang Qingheng, don't you think this dress looks familiar to you?"

Staring into her eyes, unblinking, hoping she would remember something.

"It looks familiar." Yang Qingheng touched his chin, opened his suit jacket, and took a closer look.

Song Hengjue half stood up, the excitement in his eyes could not be concealed in the darkness, his ears twitched, and his mind was running rapidly.

This woman rarely felt guilty, so while she was feeling guilty, he would make two severe demands.

...Well, we need to get his clothes back first.

Song Hengjue nodded secretly in his heart, his clothes could not be worn on that bitch Tang Bainian.

Although he doesn't like the junk he wears, though! Even if it's trash he doesn't want, that cheating man Tang Bainian can't use it!

However, before he could speak, Yang Qingheng slapped his thigh: "Why do you think this dress looks so familiar? Isn't it last year's old style? It's all over the street. You, a big boss, are still wearing last year's old style. You won't let anyone know." What a joke!"

She grabbed his collar and shook her head, looking more and more dissatisfied.

Song Hengjue's smile froze on his face, and he refused to give up. His dark eyes stared at her: "No, Yang Qingheng, would you like to think again?"

"What's there to say about a piece of clothing? Spring nights are short, are you sentimental?" Yang Qingheng was irritated. She held his head down and Duotou kissed him.

What is not important! Very important! Very important!

Song Hengjue was so angry that his head turned white. He turned over and pressed her down hard. He opened his thin lips slightly and bit down on her delicate collarbone. He said angrily, "Yang Qingheng, you just want to make me angry to death."

"How could it be? It's too late for me to like you." Yang Qingheng chuckled, holding his chin lightly with one hand, and the two of them rolled into a ball.

Song Hengjue kissed her passionately, but the next second, he was stunned and couldn't believe it. He held the woman's face in his hands: "Qing Heng?"

The woman in front of him was holding his neck softly, her eyes watery and a little silly.

The blood all over Song Hengjue's body instantly cooled down, and he stretched out three fingers and waved them in front of her eyes: "What is this?"

However, Yang Qingheng did not answer, tilting his head slightly and looking at him with wide cat eyes.

It’s over, I met an alcoholic.

Song Hengjue's body had not yet recovered from the heat. He glanced at the reaction below and laughed angrily. He grabbed half of her waist with his big hand, carried her to a chair aside, fastened her seat belt and started the car.

The woman in the back seat was dozing off little by little, her eyes almost closed, and she still managed to look at him with a well-behaved look that he had never seen before.

Song Hengjue shook his head, feeling amused.

He carried her directly into the hotel.

"Drink some honey water?" Song Hengjue took the candy jar handed over by the waiter and rubbed her head.

Yang Qingheng pursed her lips, as if thinking about what he was talking about.

"What should I tell you, you drunkard?" Song Hengjue slapped his head, feeling that his brain had deteriorated.

He took the cup from the table and came back with a cup of soaked honey water in his hand. The warm rim of the cup touched her lips. He knelt down and looked up at her to please: "Drink something?"

"Do it!" Yang Qingheng seemed to have touched a switch, and the glass of honey water bottomed out.

Song Hengjue hesitated, took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth: "Okay, sleep well."

But the woman grabbed his hand, tilted her head, and spoke with a loud tongue: "Song Hengjue, I... don't think it's good for us to be like this."

"What?" Song Hengjue asked.

"It's too inconvenient, annoying." Yang Qingheng was serious, looking half-drunk like that, and he didn't know if he was talking nonsense.

Song Hengjue's fingertips trembled and he couldn't believe it: "Isn't it enough for you to have me? What more convenience do you want!"

Did being with him prevent him from dating other men?

Remembering the scene where she had just seen her talking and laughing with Fang Nan, Song Hengjue's eyes turned red with jealousy.

…………

The sun shone on the bed through the glass window. Yang Qingheng opened her eyes vaguely and saw the unfamiliar scene in front of her. She was stunned for a second and sat up suddenly.

Seeing the man's suit jacket next to the bed, the memories of last night flooded into my mind like crazy.