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Yao Ying's voice sounded faintly in the darkness: "Shameless, I knew you wouldn't be so honest, get back here."

Song Hengjue frowned and tried to reason, but under the intimidation of the feather duster in Yao Ying's hand, he shrank back and retracted his body honestly into the room.

upstairs.

Just as Yang Qingheng was about to fall asleep, her cell phone suddenly lit up beside her and she was startled: "Hello?"

"Qingheng, I miss you." Song Hengjue sniffed and lay on the bed in a big font. Thinking that his mother was still squatting outside, the expression on his face was filled with despair.

Yang Qingheng almost laughed out loud: "Okay, don't make your mother angry. Just sleep downstairs. Good night." She hung up the phone and threw it aside. Now she let Song Hengjue call her again. Didn't answer either.

Song Hengjue looked at the extinguished mobile phone in his hand, his teeth itching with annoyance.

He's so heartless that he really doesn't care about him!

The more I thought about it, the more unwilling I became. Looking at the dark night outside, my eyes moved slightly.

"Knock knock knock."

Yang Qingheng was startled when he saw a dark figure outside. Seeing clearly that the person in front of him was sleeping, he laughed angrily, put on his slippers and opened the door: "Song Hengjue, are you still making trouble at night? Are you sick? Climbing on the wall?" It’s addictive, right?”

"It's been a long time since we were together." Song Hengjue came over and kissed her twice. The clothes on his body fluttered off, and he pressed her on the bed with force. His voice was hoarse and bewitching, "Yang Qingheng, don't you miss me? Huh?"

"Think about it, you bastard." Yang Qingheng pinched the muscles on his arm, swallowed subconsciously, turned over and straddled him.

"Hey, Yang Qingheng, please be gentle, it's broken."

"Shut up, you're shameless."

"...Hiss, that's the point."

A slap came, and Yang Qingheng laughed: "It's light and heavy. Do you want it to be light or heavy?"

There was no sound of agreement in the darkness, only an unbearable rough gasp.

It was already the second day when Yang Qingheng opened his eyes again. The sun outside had just risen, and the clear morning light could be vaguely seen through the foggy sky.

She stretched and heard a roar coming from downstairs before she woke up.

"Song Hengjue, you have to force me to beat you today, right?"

When he poked his head out, he saw Song Hengjue running across the yard with his pants held up, and Yao Ying chasing him with a broom, cursing.

"What kind of stuff is this posted? It's sentimental and loving. You're going to be horny early in the morning, right? Tear it off for me!"

Yang Qingheng was amused and guessed what Song Hengjue had posted outside this early in the morning. He shook his head and entered the bathroom with toiletries.

Qiao Xihe on the other side was not in such a good mood.

Last night, the cold wind blew all night by the river, and I was so angry at Song Hengjue and his "sister" that I felt a severe headache after waking up.

"You just let them run away like this?" She looked at the obedient subordinates on the side, annoyed.

"I don't dare to stop you." The man was cautious, hanging his head and feeling guilty.

Even Qiao Xihe wants to please someone who looks like a noble person at first glance. He is just a ragtag worker, and he wouldn't dare to stop him even if he was given a water tank to gain courage.

"Trash! What's the point of raising you?" Qiao Xihe turned pale with anger, picked up the kettle on the side and threw it at his feet.

The man was startled and took two steps back, feeling resentful in his heart.

Why is this eldest lady of the Qiao family acting like a shrew and not easy to take care of at all?

On New Year's Day, he accompanied her to the riverside and to the hospital. Even if he didn't get a word of thanks, now he's taking it out on him!

If you can, take it out on the person last night. Taking it out on him is nothing.

He felt bored, and if it wasn't for the good money she gave him, he would have just given up the burden now.

"Go and check immediately. We must know who the vixen was last night!" Qiao Xihe gritted his teeth and roared.

"Okay." The man nodded, relieved, and fled immediately after receiving the task.

Her eager look seemed like some kind of plague. Qiao Xihe's expression changed, and she felt secretly annoyed.

They're all bitches!

Yang Qingheng sneezed, wrapped her clothes tightly, and opened the door of her home with two bags of vegetables.

"I couldn't find you this early in the morning. I thought you had gone somewhere." Mu Huihe heard the sound and looked over, her eyes sweeping over the dishes in Yang Qingheng's hand.

Father Tang glanced at her and pulled out the chair for her: "Where can such a well-behaved child like Qingheng go? You're not satisfied with buying groceries so early in the morning."

Mu Huihe frowned, always feeling that something was wrong: "Qingheng, when I called you when I passed by your door at six o'clock this morning, why didn't you hear your answer?"

Yang Qingheng's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect the old lady to wake up so early today, so she smiled and said, "I fell asleep, so I probably didn't hear you."

"But..." Mu Huihe looked directly at her, hesitantly.

Tang Bainian quickly came out with porridge and interrupted her: "Mom, don't ask. I'll stay with Qingheng in the morning. She goes to bed late at night, so it's strange that she can hear you calling her."

"You don't have a cold, but you are too careless to sleep with Qing Heng. What if you infect Qing Heng? It doesn't matter that you are healthy. If Qing Heng is infected, he will not recover in a few days. You are really... "As expected, Mu Huihe exploded as soon as she heard her son's words. She was not in the mood to argue with Yang Qingheng, so she scolded her son.

Yang Qingheng breathed a sigh of relief and raised her lips gratefully to Tang Bainian.

Without his help, she might not have been able to get through so easily today.

A subtle sigh of relief.

Once again, she was glad that she and Tang Bainian were married by agreement. Otherwise, as a wife, she would stay up all night and ask Tang Bainian, an upright husband, to help cover her up. Then she would really be worse than a pig or a dog.

"Your neck...Tang Bainian, you really deserve a beating!" Mu Huihe stared at the beauty on Yang Qingheng's neck with sharp eyes, and gave her son a fierce look.

Yang Qingheng was in a daze, and subconsciously touched his neck, feeling a slight pain. The blood all over his body rushed to his face, and his palms became hot and sweaty.

Too embarrassed to look up at Tang Bainian.

But he didn't see the jealousy and anger flashing in the man's eyes.