Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

Song Jingyuan raised his chin, and Fu Liang walked away quickly, giving him room to enter the door.

The bathroom door closed behind him, and Fu Liang lay on his side on the bed with a heavy heart, his plain hand touched the place where Song Jingyuan had slept, his heart felt like being stung by a bee, it hurt so much.

He knew that the obvious wetness on the pillow was the tear stains from Song Jingyuan's crying. There was a soft part in Song Jingyuan's heart, which had always been there, and he knew that it was all about him.

Fu Liang's nose was sore, and tears were rolling in his eyes. He was so sad that he pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek, trying to hold back the tears.

Because of the wet touch on this pillow, he can suddenly forgive Song Jingyuan for all the excesses he did to him, and he loves him, but he deceives him even more despicably, pushing him into a business marriage without emotion... …

Fu Liang clenched his fists, tormented by this thought repeatedly in his mind, he slowly let go when he heard the movement behind the door, pretending to be asleep.

The fragrance of shower gel on Song Jingyuan's body flowed under his nose, he heard Song Jingyuan climbed onto the bed lightly, then reached out to hug his waist, and fell a soft and moist kiss on his forehead.

Fu Liang didn't move, and his breathing was fairly steady. He thought that Song Jingyuan would take advantage of him while he was asleep, and he couldn't help but start to see the images of the eighteen forbidden scenes in his mind.

However... Song Jingyuan just gave him a good night kiss, then put his arms around his waist, and fell asleep against his body.

Fu Liang: "..."

He admitted that his body couldn't stand the excessive torture, but he had to admit that he was a little disappointed with Song Jingyuan's behavior of "not torturing him".

He frowned, and slapped himself in the heart, thinking that he was already very uncool for suffering for love, but in the end it reached the point of being cheap for love, which was unbearable.

On weekend afternoons, Song Jingyuan and Su Yingying made an appointment at a high-end coffee shop at three o'clock in the afternoon.

As for Fu Liang, Shen Hao made an appointment for a basketball game at 2:[-] p.m. on the school's No. [-] open-air basketball court.

He didn't dare to tell Song Jingyuan that he had an appointment with Shen Hao. Although he and Shen Hao were just ordinary friends and had no affection for Shen Hao, Song Jingyuan's brain circuit made him tremble.

It was not until Song Jingyuan went out and drove away that he packed up and left.

Song Jingyuan was wearing a pure white short-sleeved shirt and khaki cropped trousers. He walked into the cafe designated by Su Yingying with one hand in his pocket. The cafe was very quiet, with romantic classical music flowing in the atmosphere.

Su Yingying sat in the private seat next to the window, and waved to him with a smile: "Song Jingyuan, here."

Song Jingyuan walked over indifferently, his face indifferent and cold.

"What do you want to drink?"

Su Yingying asked generously, and raised her hand to sip the cappuccino in the bone china cup.

Song Jingyuan didn't look at her, but raised his head and said to the waiter, "Thank you for a glass of Blue Mountain."

Su Yingying: "..."

She tried her best to restrain her dissatisfaction, and confessed with a smile: "Jing Yuan, I like you very much, thank you for agreeing to date me."

"you are welcome."

Song Jingyuan leaned back on the leather chair, barely hooked his lower lip, and looked at Su Yingying with very cold eyes, not like looking at a living person, but like looking at a bland object.

The corners of Su Yingying's lips twitched unconsciously, but she still tried her best to maintain a smile: "I heard Mr. Song said that you are an elegant and polite little warm man. Why does the feeling of meeting you differ from his description?"

Song Jingyuan curled his lips lightly: "I don't spend much time with my dad, it's normal for him not to understand me."

At this time, the waiter brought coffee and gently placed it on the glass table in front of Song Jingyuan.

"Thank you."

Song Jingyuan smiled politely at the waiter and took a sip of coffee carefully.

Su Yingying: "You seem to have a better attitude towards the waiter than me. You haven't smiled at me since you entered the door. Do you have a problem with me?"

"No..." Song Jingyuan put down his coffee cup, and curled the corner of his lower lip again, "Isn't that a joke? I think Miss Su has a lot of opinions on me."

His purpose was to deliberately provoke Su Yingying. It was useless for him to give up on Su Yingying. Su Yingying had to give up on him.

Su Yingying wrinkled her nose and sneered: "Song Jingyuan, let me tell you, I just like you, no matter how bad you are to me, I still like you. If you want to deliberately provoke me and want me to give up... then you should give up this idea as soon as possible. , because it's useless..."

Song Jingyuan felt his heart tightened.

Su Yingying stood up with her slender arms propped on the glass table, her upper body was close to Song Jingyuan, her fair face was delicately made up, and the strong smell of perfume lingered under Song Jingyuan's nose: "I will only like you more! So you might as well be gentle with me, Maybe I'll get bored, you understand?"

"Have you been angry recently?" Song Jingyuan frowned in disgust, and moved his head slightly back.

Su Yingying asked angrily, "What do you mean?"

Song Jingyuan chuckled: "The tone smells like farting."

Su Yingying's cheeks were flushed with anger, and she glared at him angrily.

Song Jingyuan hooked the corners of his lips mockingly again, got up, straightened his shirt and left: "That's the end of today's date, the smell of perfume on your body also makes me sick."

Su Yingying sat back on her seat, and stopped Song Jingyuan when he left a few steps: "Wait, Song Jingyuan, who's body smell doesn't make you sick? Fu, Liang?"

Song Jingyuan stopped, clenched his hands in his trouser pockets into fists, turned his head and smiled deliberately: "What do you mean?"

Su Yingying pursed her lips, and took out a photo from Armani's handbag. In the photo, he and Fu Liang were kissing at the entrance of the hotel.

The corners of Song Jingyuan's eyes twitched suddenly, and he looked at Su Yingying with killing intent.

Su Yingying trembled involuntarily from his sudden harshness, but the murderous intent in Song Jingyuan's eyes was fleeting, which made her suddenly feel that it might be just an illusion.

Sure enough, Song Jingyuan obediently returned to his seat: "What do you want?"

Because she was so taken aback by the illusion she thought, Su Yingying's smile was a little tight now: "I want to know, what would Mr. Song and Mr. Fu think if they saw this photo?"