Chapter 118

In the middle of the night, the heavy snow fell outside the house, and a white layer fell on the window.

Inside the room, Shen Zhao just came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, and the whole person fell into a soft embrace. She was stunned, and she raised her head slightly, only to see her side face and lower jaw. The room was warm, and she had the fragrance of shower gel on her body, which was the same as on her body, and when it was heated by the heat, it instantly became strong and ambiguous.

With her back against the door, Shen Zhao felt a little uneasy in her heart. She pulled out her hand and clenched her fist against Song Ling's chest. Before she could resist, she was caught. She looked up at her and questioned her.

Song Ling wrapped her waist in one hand and pinched her snow-white slender wrist with the other. Facing the questioning eyes of the person in front of her, she explained, "We are married."

Song Ling's hand was slightly cold, and it was placed on her warm wrist, making her feel her presence more clearly.

Shen Zhao half looked up at her, her fair and clean face had no makeup on, her cheeks were dyed a touch of crimson because of the bath, and her eyes were slightly wet, with a mist of water vapor, when she looked at people , Mingming is really innocent, but it's too heart-wrenching.

There was a strand of fine hair stuck to the back of the slender neck, and the water droplets on the hair flowed down the winding collarbone and flowed into the bath towel.

Song Ling's eyes darkened slightly, and he couldn't help lowering his head to kiss her. Shen Zhao's heart pounded, her wrist was pinched in her palm, her breathing gradually became disordered, and even the air became ambiguous.

At the moment when the lips touched, Shen Zhao felt in a trance that she had been deceived, she fell into Song Ling's trap, she used marriage as an excuse to weave a big net for her again, but she was willing again jumped down.

Song Ling lowered her head and pressed it over, her whole body was bearing the weight on her body, Shen Zhao felt her softness, a softness in her waist, almost didn't stand still, and pushed back towards the wall, but accidentally touched the switch on the wall.

The lights in the room were turned off, and darkness came over. Song Ling quickly picked up her waist with one hand and pressed her whole body to him, "Hold me."

Breath gushing out on his lips, Shen Zhao raised his hands, wrapped his arms around her neck, and hung the whole body on her body.

The night was dark, but the shadows in front of him were still drawn.

"Song Ling..." Shen Zhao called her softly.

There were only her whispers in the silent room. Song Ling pressed close to her and answered her softly, "En."

"I'm afraid." There was a trembling in his voice, as warm as water.

Song Ling opened her eyes and stared at her, there was wetness in those eyes, she knew she was crying, and she could hear only two words.

Her heart twitched in an instant, her eyes were slightly red, Song Ling kissed away the tears from the corner of her eyes, and answered her with a hoarse voice: "Don't be afraid, Ah Zhao... I love you."

With just one sentence, Shen Zhao burst into tears, and she sobbed out of tune: "You lied to me."

As soon as she cried, Song Ling's heart ached.

Yes, she once deceived her and broke her heart. It was an unforgettable pain that cut her heart out. Even if she was deeply in love, she could only reconcile, but not as before.

Song Ling hugged her, the tip of her nose lightly rubbed against her cheek, her heart was twisting like a knife, she kept saying, "No, Ah Zhao, I will never lie to you again."

"I have nothing." Shen Zhao looked at the person in front of him with tears in his eyes, and said over and over again, "Song Ling, I have nothing."

From the moment she turned around, she was doomed to lose everything.

Lose love, lose self-esteem, to exchange for this trace of attachment and tenderness.

"You still have me, Ah Zhao, you have me, and I will never leave you."

The person in front of her is powerless, as if she will disappear from her life in the next second. Song Ling tried her best to respond to her. It seems that only in this way can she hold her tighter, hold her tighter, and hold her deeply. engraved in life.

"You have to be nice to me." Shen Zhao cried.

"I'll be nice to you, a thousand times better, ten thousand times better..."

"Don't want me."

"Do not lie to me."

"..."

Song Ling promised her over and over again. She understood how helpless and scared Shen Zhao was at the moment. She understood how difficult it would be to build trust once it collapsed.

It is her luck of one in 100,000 to be able to keep her by her side at this moment.

It wasn't destiny, it was her luck that she used her whole life to get.

She will spend the rest of her life loving her and treating her well. She wants to hold everything in the world in front of her, but she is afraid that she won't want anything.

She loves her, to the point of being careful, to the point of being humble.

Carrying the person onto the bed, Shen Zhao's shower cap fell off, Song Ling wrapped her body around her, her wet long hair was pressed behind her, Shen Zhao shuddered subconsciously, and said, "Cold..."

Song Ling lifted her waist lightly, pulled the towel off her body, put it between her hair and back, put her hands around her body, pressed against her, hugged her, and kissed her lips...

Afraid of pressing her down, Song Ling rested her body half-supported on top of her, raised her lower jaw with one hand, kissed her lips, chewed it carefully, and was reluctant to let go. Down the slender neck, wet all the way, above the sternum, is the quivering red heart.

Song Ling could feel the trembling, fear, anxiety, dampness and heat of the people below her... Thousands of emotions were present at this moment, she slowly opened up all her postures, gritted her teeth lightly, Shen Zhao raised her heart to her throat and covered her entire body. Tension, he blurted out a sentence subconsciously: "It hurts... I hurt, Song Ling..."

Song Ling let go of her and kissed her lips again. On the forehead, there was fine sweat. The wet hair was sticking to the forehead. to her heart.

Too bewitching and too maddening.

Song Ling reached out and brushed away the hair on her forehead, kissed the tears from the corner of her eyes, and whispered softly against her ear, "Azhao, I also hurt."

Shen Zhao hugged her tightly, crying and letting her grab everything.

Where the fingers meander, with a string of ripples.

It was destined to be a sleepless night.

The snow outside the window is getting bigger and bigger, and the wind is blowing in the air, and the sky is full of fog and snow.

——

Su Yihan took Xiang Jin away and arranged it in a villa of her own in the suburbs that she did not always live in. She wanted to let people live in the hotel, but Xiang Jin was unwilling, so she had to bring people here. It was Xiao Chengye who drove them back.

Xiang Jin's body was soaked by the wind and snow, and her hair was wet against her pale face. Her weak appearance made people feel distressed.

Su Yihan took people into the bathroom, filled a bathtub with water, and let them soak in for a while.

Without staying inside, Su Yihan withdrew, and just turned around to find that Xiao Chengye, who was outside the house, hadn't left.

Su Yihan was stunned for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, he looked at him, and said indifferently, "Why don't you leave?"

Xiao Chengye coughed lightly, concealed his thoughts, and asked her, "Is she feeling better?"

With this silverless face, Su Yihan didn't have to guess to know that Xiao Chengye's old problem was committed again. This time, it was Jiaming's last chance. Su Yihan warned him: "Don't blame me for not warning you, she, you Untouchable."

Xiao Chengye had thought about it as early as when he met Xiang Jin a few years ago, but he didn't meet him again after that, so it was nothing. He is a man who loves the other when he sees one, but now that he has met again, he has put the fat on his lips, and he has nothing to worry about.

Sure enough, Xiao Chengye sneered: "You don't know yet, this person is not Song Ling's sister."

Su Yihan glanced at him coldly, "So what?"

Xiao Chengye smiled, followed her words, and asked back: "So what? I have already inquired, Song Ling has no affection for her sister, even the people in the Qingyunwan villa have been imprisoned, are you sure you want to use her?"

Su Yihan has his own calculations, "It doesn't matter, as long as there is this relationship, it doesn't matter whether the relationship is good or not. When she gets up in the future, we can use Jiaming to use the banner of the Song family, and have this big tree of the Song family. Are you afraid that you won't be able to recruit investment?"

Xiao Chengye: "What if you can't handle her?"

Su Yihan raised her eyebrows and looked at him, asking him, "What do you mean?"

"If she follows me, will she be able to stay in Jiaming with all her heart? Make sure that nothing goes wrong. As long as I can persuade her, is the road ahead still easy?"

Su Yihan knew what Xiao Chengye was thinking, and how much selfishness he had in his words.

But what he said was not without reason. She had also heard rumors about Song Ling's younger sister. Her biological mother had offended Song Ling and was thrown into prison. Probably this Xiang Jin would not be able to get anything from Song Ling. . It can be seen from her dejected appearance today that if she can handle it, Song's thread can be used for a long time.

Su Yihan glanced at Xiao Chengye, looked down on him with disdain, and said coldly, "What can you do?"

Xiao Chengye heard that she was relieved, and smiled freely: "A man's way, do you want to see it?"

Su Yihan has always looked down on him, and now Jiaming is a dead horse as a living horse doctor, other than that, there seems to be no other way.

She looked away, walked out, and said lightly, "Be quick, don't dirty my house."

Su Yihan left, leaving Xiao Chengye alone on the second floor.

Xiao Chengye smiled, walked towards the bathroom, raised his hand and gently opened the bathroom door.

In the bathroom, Xiang Jin was drowsy from the hot water, leaning against the bathtub, trying to calm down the discomfort in his heart.

Suddenly hearing the sound of the door opening, Xiang Jin opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of a pair of men's leather shoes through the curtain by the bathtub. With a thud in her heart, she quietly covered her body under the water.

After a while, a hand came up and opened a gap in the shower curtain.

She looked up and saw the man who had just driven.

Xiao Chengye scrutinized the person from top to bottom, the beauty was underwater, and even his mind was rippling.

Xiang Jinshui's hands and fists clenched slowly, his eyes narrowed slightly, showing ruthlessness, but he asked in a light tone: "What are you doing?"

He smiled and said, "I'm Xiao Chengye from Jiaming..." He slowly squatted down, leaned against the bathtub, kept her eye level, and slowly hinted, "Song Ling doesn't want to see you, so you might as well stay. In Jiaming, I guarantee that you will be very popular and be the first of Jiaming's leading actresses."

Xiang Jin stared at him calmly, but the underwater hand was ready to go at any time, and sneered: "You want to touch me?"

It was the first time that Xiao Chengye met such a smart and interesting woman, and Xiao Chengye became interested. Although he was diligent, he was always gentle with women and never had to be strong. This kind of thing is interesting when it comes naturally.

Xiao Chengye raised his eyebrows to look at her and asked her opinion: "Don't you want to?"

Xiang Jin smiled and lowered his long eyelashes, covering his thoughts and even the killing intent in his eyes.

She doesn't know how many times she has encountered this kind of person and this kind of thing since childhood.

Killing is no more than breaking a head, but there are 111,000 ways to torture people, each of which can make life worse than death.

Xiang Jin raised his head, straightened his slender, snow-white neck to look at the man, held a smile and said slowly, "No hurry, I'm a little uncomfortable."

He spoke warmly, but a smile made Xiao Chengye let go of all his guards. He only thought that he had infinite charm. He reached out and touched her wet and greasy face, rubbed it back and forth, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll wait for you. ."