Women's clothing boss, he is too beautiful

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"You don't give in too much." Song Xizhi sat down opposite Meng Pingxing, stared at Meng Pingxing, and said, "Sister Liu, it's yours."

No matter how famous and powerful Song Bing was, he was only a director after all, and he couldn't control Sister Liu's future.

Meng Pingxing was noncommittal and only smiled slightly.

"So "Jianjia", the airport, including this Baoyangmen incident, are all written by you." Song Xizhi sneered.

The father and the mother, counting the sons, have more in mind than one.

Feeling sad, Meng Pingxing poured a glass of wine and pushed it in front of Song Xizhi: "I just told her to take care of you according to Song Bing's wishes. In the end, all of this is just Song Bing's wishes."

"Besides, there is no overnight feud between father and son."

"Since you plan to come back now, why bother to mention those things in the past."

Meng Pingxing picked himself up completely.Song Xizhi sneered and raised his wine glass.

The transparent goblet, the color of the wine is as bright red as blood, the most beautiful color.Just passing through the throat and flowing into the stomach still does not change the bitter and spicy essence.

Stomach began to ache.

Song Xizhi only wrinkled slightly, took a sip, then put the glass on the table, resting his hands on the wine glass idly.

The white and slender fingers look especially beautiful under the dark red satin-like wine.

However, as a man, it is too delicate.

Meng Pingxing's gaze stayed for a short moment, as if he had been scalded by boiling water, his face turned pale, and he said, "Since you have decided to leave Song Bing and come back to me, then change back to men's clothes."

Song Xi's downcast eyes, the slender eyelashes cast a shadow on Ruyu's face.How funny.While hoping that his only son would go back to inherit the business, but at the same time couldn't help but dislike his weirdness.

Song Xizhi shook his head, sighing, mocking: "I have been wearing women's clothing since I was a child, and after wearing it for decades, it has become my own skin. How can I take it off easily?"

"Even if you take off this layer of skin, the things raised in this bone will not be able to take off."

Song Xizhi slightly turned his face to the side, and cast a sidelong glance at Meng Pingxing, the waves shone like autumn clouds reflecting water.The red fat on her lips stood out, like a gorgeous cuckoo lazily opening her eyes, lazily flirting with her delicate figure.

This gesture is very beautiful.

However, Meng Pingxing seemed to have seen a scourge, and the smile that was always on the corner of his mouth disappeared silently at some point, only his tightly closed lips trembled slightly.

He calculated that Song Bing's madness would one day force Song Xizhi back to his side, so he indulged, and even pushed him secretly, hoping that Song Xizhi would completely give up on that crazy woman.

But he didn't expect that his only son would really be raised as a woman.

A real woman.

He didn't regret what he had done, he only hated that woman for being so ruthless.I would rather destroy my son than take revenge on him.

Meng Pingxing's eyes were about to burst into flames, and he gritted his teeth bitterly: "That crazy woman..." At this moment, he was furious, his face was flushed like a monkey's buttocks, and his eyebrows were huddled together, as if fighting.

Song Xizhi was sincerely pleased by his appearance, giggled, and made sounds like silver bells.

The silver bell suddenly plunged into Meng Pingxing's mind, swayed and spun, "choking, choking", which made his brain buzzing, and he didn't realize that his palms were already sweating.

It took Meng Pingxing a long time to force a little force out of his mouth: "Do you like women?"

Song Xizhi glanced at him with pity, then shook his head neatly.

Meng Pingxing's heart was miserable, he felt his blood was cold, and his whole body was about to tremble.

If life could be a game of chess, you could regret it and start over.

Meng Pingxing, who had been proud all his life, tasted the bitterness of regret for the first time.

Meng Pingxing gritted his teeth, looked up and down, inch by inch, Song Xizhi, his bright eyes dimmed inch by inch.

Suddenly, a cold light shot out from the bottom of his eyes: "Even if you like men, you must leave blood for my Meng family!"

This is to be forced.

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The author has something to say:

The three views of the role do not represent the three views of the author.For Meng Pingxing, no one can inherit his life's career, and not being able to pass it on is the biggest blow to him.He's a very, very traditional male at heart.