The sudden voice of a woman was like a thunderbolt, instantly exploding in the living room.
Especially exploding in Xiao Jinghuai’s ears!
He imdiately withdrew his hand, not wanting her to see this violent and terrifying side of him, and shouted at Lin Xue, "Get out, don’t make see you again!"
Lin Xue’er knew that if she continued to stay, who knew what Xiao Jinghuai might do. She imdiately grabbed her bag from the sofa and ran out. But she stopped suddenly at the living room door and glanced at the man beside her—
The man was very ugly, but he was slender and not tall.
He looked like a woman’s body forcibly fitted with a man’s head, which made him appear extrely bizarre.
However, his earlier shout of "Xiao Jinghuai" was particularly effective, instantly restoring the man, who was in his peak state, to his senses.
Lin Xue’er felt that this man was extraordinary, certainly extraordinary.
At least she had never seen anyone who could make Xiao Jinghuai behave so obediently.
Once the woman left, Song Song turned around, closed the living room door, walked inside, and saw the man already sitting on the sofa smoking. She directly went over and grabbed the cigarette from his hand, "I don’t like the sll of smoke."
"..." Xiao Jinghuai looked up, naturally reaching out to try to pull her into his arms, but she deftly dodged, "Really angry?"
"Because I sneaked out while you were asleep?"
Song Song remained silent, only sitting cross-legged opposite him, staring at him without blinking, "I really didn’t expect President Xiao to be so terrifying when violent."
Of course, Xiao Jinghuai recognized this as sarcasm, "Okay, just ask whatever you want!"
Song Song had never seen such an ungentlemanly side of him. Earlier, his hand was tightly gripping Lin Xue’er’s neck. If she hadn’t appeared, perhaps he would have done sothing life-threatening.
What had Lin Xue’er done to provoke him to the point of wanting her dead?
"What exactly is going on between you and that Lin Xue’er?"
Xiao Jinghuai knew this was definitely the question—
"Uh, Bao Bei, can I choose not to say?" A little dying struggle was also good.
Song Song’s eyes stared directly at him, as ti ticked by, Xiao Jinghuai was ready with many explanations, prepared to tell her about those old stories, things he fundantally didn’t want to talk about.
As long as she insisted, he would say.
"Alright, suit yourself."
Song Song’s answer took him by great surprise, even sowhat shocking.
After speaking, she directly stood up without glancing at the man, turning around to leave—
Xiao Jinghuai suddenly t her gaze, his eyes abruptly tightened, directly standing up and encircling her waist from behind, "You did it on purpose! You know I don’t want to say it, yet you deliberately say ’as I please’, not even giving a glance, literally torturing , right!"
"Little girl, you’ve changed, you never had these thoughts before."
Song Song was taken aback, wanting to shake off the hands encircling her. Clearly, she was capable of shaking them off, but she felt powerless, like she was about to lt into his embrace.
She indeed deliberately didn’t look at him, but it wasn’t as complicated as he thought, nor did she intend to keep him hanging or tornt him.
...She wasn’t that an; maybe she would be like this to others, but for him, how could she bear it?
Avoiding looking at him was simply because of her guilt.
Thinking back on how simple she used to be, didn’t she also do surrogate work for her mother’s sake?
He lived a life of over thirty years, having so past was naturally justified—
It’s just, sotis people are simply like this.
He had the courage to say it, but she didn’t have the courage to listen.
Afraid of being unable to bear it.
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