After the divorce, the ex-husband joined the Shura field

This text message was like a blatant provocation, stepping on Song Xingli's bottom line.

Song Xingli turned off the phone screen and didn't look at it again, his expression became colder.

"Whose information?" Shi Jin noticed the subtle changes on Song Xingli's face, and could feel his displeasure.

"Qi Wenzhan."

Song Xingli's tone was indifferent, as if he was talking about an unimportant person. He put his mobile phone on the side cabinet, stood in front of the mirror, took off his clothes, and wanted to change into a suit for the banquet tonight.

The back came into view calmly like this, Shi Jin's eyes were dark.

Fair and dazzling skin, beautiful and firm back line, a thin layer of muscle lines are pulled along with the movement, the raised shoulder blades make the middle of the back slightly concave, and the line is further down is the sexy waist, these are the positions There are no omissions on it, and it is stained with star-spotted red marks, which is ambiguous and seems to be flaunting exclusive rights.

Shi Jin left it on purpose.

Shi Jin walked behind Song Xingli, took the ironed shirt and put it on for him.

The heat source is approaching, and the arms are close together, rendering ambiguity looming.

Shi Jin's eyes fell on the protruding part of Song Xingli's back neck, even here there were traces left by him, these traces he was never willing to leave in the past, because he hoped that Song Xingli would be completely protected by him Yes, including feeling sorry for Song Xingli who didn't care about his injury for dancing practice.

Every time he saw the injuries on his body, his heart ached.

But now he feels that his thoughts are too imprisoned, not only imprisoning Song Xingli, but also imprisoning himself, restraining desires and thoughts, which will only make him lose everything he already has in his arms.

like now.

Helping Song Xingli put on his shirt, and then supporting his shoulders and turning to himself, he lowered his head slightly to help him button up the shirt.

Meticulous and gentle, smoothing any inch of wrinkles without any mistakes, just like treating a precious and fragile product, which needs to be carefully cared for, for fear of being accidentally broken by yourself.

"Qi Wenzhan still has the face to look for you?"

Song Xingli let Shi Jin fiddle with him, he looked down at Shi Jin who was close at hand, his eyes fell on Shi Jin's deep eyebrows, it seemed that because of such gentle movements, the brows were stained with tenderness and affection.

"He said he wanted to talk to me." He replied Shi Jin.

"What qualifications does he have to talk to you?" Shi Jin raised his head and smoothed Song Xingli's collar, his tone was like a normal chat, and then he seemed to think of something: "He may want to start with you and let you let it go he."

"Let him go?" Song Xingli was suspicious when he heard this sentence.

"I bought all the odd stocks that were secretly sold by Qi Wenzhan's old antiques. There are a lot of those odd stocks. Now that I have got 30.00% of the Qi family's shares, he is naturally afraid." Shi Jin took the Tibetan blue Put on a black suit jacket for Song Xingli: "Your mother will not let him go, how could she let go of the Song family's sweetheart so easily."

When Song Xingli heard Shi Jin said that he had bought the Qi family's loose shares, his eyes showed a bit of surprise. After all, the Qi family is also a big family with so many and wide industrial chains, and they were able to buy 30.00% of the Qi family's shares!

The problem is not that Shi Jin bought it. If Shi Jin bought it before they divorced, he thinks it is normal. The problem is that they have divorced and Shi Jin has a lot of things owned by him. Where did Shi Jin get the money?

"Where did you get the money?"

Shi Jin fastened the buttons of Song Xingli's suit, and supported Song Xingli by his shoulders to make him turn to the mirror.

"I'll take Shiye's wife book."

The two figures were reflected in the mirror, wearing exquisite custom-made suits. Song Xingli's demeanor was cold and alienated. When he was not smiling, his brows and eyes seemed to be a bit of a nobleman's, subconsciously making people difficult to get close to.

But just after hearing Shi Jin's words, his brows and eyes were slightly bent, as if he was amused, the corners of his lips were sunken into a smile, and his light amber eyes were brightened.

"It will be miserable if Xiaoye finds out about you." Song Xingli couldn't help laughing out loud. He didn't expect that Shi Jin had no money so much that he wanted to use his younger brother's wife as a cushion. A cunning flashed in his eyes, and he turned to look at Shi Jin: " How about I lend you some money?"

Shi Jin's bracelet put Song Xingli's slender waist close to his chest and waist, bowed his head to Song Xingli's ear and said, "I'm really penniless now, if possible, can you support me?"

The man's deep and hoarse voice was a bit coaxing, and the only way he could talk about Bao Yang so easily was when he was learning how to be shameless.

Song Xingli smiled at Shi Jin who was close to his ear in the photo, "My requirements are very strict, so you can't do it."

"Then what do I have to do so that you can support me?" Shi Jin asked.

Song Xingli raised his hand and hooked his fingers towards Shi Jin: "Come here."

The movement of hooking hands inadvertently restrained a bit of teasing, and the smiling eyes falling on the body could easily make people feel distracted and set their hearts on fire.

Shi Jin obediently approached.

"Learn a few more postures and exercise more, I can consider it."

Shi Jin kept his posture close to Song Xingli, and when he saw Song Xingli smiling, his eyes gradually darkened, as if he had fallen into the vortex of endless greed, drowning in it just because of this sentence.

"it is good."

Song Xingli nodded in satisfaction, he continued to look at himself in the mirror, thinking of tonight's banquet, his eyes showed a lot of interest: "Then accompany me to the finale banquet?"

"I'm definitely going." Shi Jin replied, "I can't let you go alone, and I don't want to see Qi Wenzhan."

Song Xingli could hear Shi Jin mentioning Qi Wenzhan's cold tone: "Are you jealous of Shi Jin?"

"I'm jealous, I'm jealous of whoever you are with." Shi Jin wrapped his arms around Song Xingli's shoulders, and the two hugged each other intimately again: "I'm jealous of you and Luo Qing, I'm jealous of you and Qi Wenzhan, you and that little girl Boy, I am also jealous, I am jealous of everyone who can be around you, I just want you to be mine alone, you can only see me, you can only be touched by me, and no one else can."

The extremely possessive tone made Song Xingli a little dazed. He was silent for two seconds, then lowered his head and smiled: "You can bear it."

The smile regained its indifference.

"So stop looking at other men, okay?"

"I didn't look at them, they did."

"They look over and you don't talk to them."

"I have to respond anyway out of politeness."

"Little Sea King."

The jealous mutter made Song Xingli unable to hold back his laughter, he said with a smile: "Thousands of people who want to be my lover, Shi Jin, you have to be better than them to let me see you, I haven't seen you before, Please also behave well, then maybe I can really support you."

"I'm naturally better than them." Shi Jin kissed Song Xingli's lips, touched them moistly, and felt the sensitive body of the person in his arms trembling slightly: "I have already owned you beforehand, they can only be jealous."

The deep and hoarse voice was faintly seductive, and the two of them looked at each other in the mirror, as if some sparks were slightly wanton, and finally collided together.

In front of the mirror, wiping the gun and firing it, I can't help it.

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The scale of the wrap-up banquet was not very large, and the entire hall was reserved. When Song Xingli and Shi Jin arrived, many idols who had participated in the show had already arrived.

As soon as they saw him coming, they rushed up immediately, wanting to take pictures with him as a souvenir.

There were too many people and Song Xingli couldn't refuse, so he had to smile and take pictures with them.

Shi Jin's face was getting darker and darker, but he couldn't stop Song Xingli, after all, it was Song Xingli's interpersonal relationship, and it would be too wrong for him to intervene.

It's just that when someone touches Song Xingli, he will be very upset.

This kind of unhappiness accumulates and accumulates, and we need to find opportunities to vent.

The emotions that are rarely shown are because Song Xingli has repeatedly exposed his flaws, which is also his truest side. He admits that he is in a bad mood now, but he loves Song Xingli deeply, so he doesn't want to hide it anymore.

The round of pleasantries after entering the stage made Song Xingli sweat on his back. He was relieved when he saw that the idol star had finished filming. Then he saw Shi Jin with a dark face beside him, and smiled:

"Why don't you go find something to eat and keep looking at me?"

"Can't eat." Shi Jin said indifferently.

Song Xingli knew that Shi Jin was angry and didn't say much, so Shi Jin had to taste this feeling.

"Xingli, come, come, let's have a drink together."

At this moment, Director Huang's voice sounded behind him. He turned around and saw Director Huang coming with two glasses of wine. He looked as if he was going to be drunk and would not return, and subconsciously glanced at Shi Jin.

Then, realizing his subconsciousness, he frowned annoyedly, smoothed his eyebrows and greeted Director Huang with a smile: "Okay, let's have a few drinks."

Director Huang handed the red wine in his hand to Song Xingli, looking very happy: "It's really thanks to you that you made the show a success, you have so many loyal fans, and you promoted the ballet culture as you wished. You can still be invited in the second season, of course, if you have a schedule."

Song Xingli took the wine, clinked glasses with Director Huang lightly, and smiled nicely: "It is also because of Director Huang that I have this opportunity. This will promote the ballet culture, and it will be very helpful for the solo performance I am preparing for."

Director Huang laughed heartily, his voice was thick and full of spirit: "We both help each other, and we are both great contributors to each other hahahahaha, we must cooperate again when we have the opportunity."

"That's natural."

……

After exchanging greetings with the director, he also drank three or four glasses of red wine. Song Xingli did not have any abnormalities on his face, at most, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, which could be seen after drinking.

"No more drinking."

Just when Director Huang was about to clink glasses with him, he took the red wine in his hand with one hand, and he frowned and looked at Shi Jin: "What are you doing?"

Shi Jin grabbed Song Xingli's hand, put the red wine aside casually, and said to Director Huang, "I have no objection to taking this person away, right? Director Huang."

How could Director Huang have any objections? He had seen the biggest investor in this show a long time ago, but he didn't dare to say anything when he saw that there was some subtlety between the two of them. He just nodded and said hello.

"Always please."

Shi Jin nodded to Director Huang and took Song Xingli away.

Many people in the venue watched. Although there were no reporters present, some people couldn't stop people from taking pictures with their mobile phones.

"By the way, do you know who the man next to Mr. Song is? Fuck, is he a star because he looks so good-looking?"

"Where is the star, if it is a star, can we not know him? He is the show's sponsor father Shi Zong Shi Jin, I have seen Shi Zong get very close to Mr. Song before."

"Then what's the relationship between them? Are they lovers?"

"Looks like it should be. Look at the two of them holding hands so high-profile, they must be a couple!"

"Tsk, it's really eye-catching. It's a blessing to be able to take down such an evildoer as Song Xingli."

No one came up on the second floor, they were all hotel rooms booked by the program group.

Song Xingli was dragged away by Shi Jin, and he didn't wait for Shi Jin to say a word, only feeling his hand hurt by Shi Jin's grasp:

"Shi Jin what are you doing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was caught off guard by Shi Jin, who pressed him against the wall, and was kissed by Shi Jin without saying a word.

This kiss was fierce and fierce, like punishing him, swallowing all his breath and even wanting to plunder more things.

"You saw so many people just now, can't you look at me now?"

Breathing sounded in his ears, Song Xingli saw that Shi Jin had let go of himself, his chest was heaving up and down, and he met Shi Jin's displeased eyes: "I'll just watch now."

"It's not enough." Shi Jin raised his hand to caress Song Xingli's red lips that were kissed by himself, and gently rubbed his fingertips: "Keep looking at me, or I will be afraid."

Song Xingli laughed out loud.

"You two are very interested."

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded behind him, and Song Xingli turned his face.

It was Qi Wenzhan.

Qi Wenzhan was wearing a silver-gray suit and was smiling as always. He looked at Song Xingli, whose face was reddish obviously after what happened just now, and his eyes showed a little bit of imperceptible jealousy.

Words are sour.

Shi Jin turned sideways to block Song Xingli, and looked at Qi Wenzhan indifferently: "If you want to get back the shares of your group, yes, I will sell them back to you for three times the price."

He can also earn a sum of money to subsidize his family, of course he can.

Before Qi Wenzhan could express his intention, Shi Jin's face was blocked by Shi Jin's words, and he looked at Shi Jin silently, the smile on his face could not hold for a long time.

The author has something to say: There is also a mirror, hehehe, the cuties who know it all understand it

but maybe the weekend