Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 877: The ninety-first bowl of soup (3)

The ninety-first bowl of soup (3)

In the end, the girl sat still in the chair and didn't move.

Mr. Song washed his hands after finishing the dishes, took out a piece of tissue paper to dry the water stains on his hands, and then came to her, before she could respond, he hugged her horizontally again, and passed through her The legs were bent, and the skirt jumped up, revealing the white and tender thighs. The girl tried to grab her, but she was already placed on the bed in the bedroom.

It was the worst case she had ever imagined before, but if this could be a silver lining...

But just when she closed her eyes and was about to be a mermaid, Mr. Song just covered it up, put one hand on her side, their breaths intertwined, she was nervous and didn't dare to look at him, her eyelashes were light Flutter like the wings of a butterfly.

"How old are you?"

“…Twenty-one.”

"From where?"

“Linhai City.”

"What's your name?"

"Clear..."

When she was about to answer the third question, Mr. Song tapped her lips with his finger: "Forget it, no matter what your name was in the past, you will be called Xiaojiao in the future."

She widened her eyes, and the water mist was very lovely.

"Do you know why I strip you naked?"

Qing Huan shook her head.

"Because you have something on your body that makes me uncomfortable." Mr. Song unzipped her skirt, and those ingenious hands were clever when **** women. "I don't really want to let other people know about my living here."

She has a miniature camera and a bug on her body, and it is unknown how he found out. Qing Huan trembled under him, and Mr. Song sighed softly: "But I still missed a bit, do you know what it is?"

The voice is gentle, like speaking to a lover.

Qing Huan still shook her head.

"That's right, I really like the one I sent you this time." It's really hard for those people to actually find his ideal type, exactly the same, so why would he be willing to kill him? What about her? "So no matter what your name was or who you were, from now on, you're my woman, and you can't think about anything from the past, understand?"

She doesn't understand and doesn't want to: "I..."

"Shh." Mr. Song kissed her soft lips lightly, and then used the tip of his tongue to describe sucking and licking, with one hand beside her ear, and the other bent her legs. The thin fabric left her body, and the skirt on her body didn't change except for the zipper being pulled open, but there was nothing inside. "You will stay with me in the future, and we will live together."

He once had a dream. In the dream, there is a woman who can't see her face clearly. She is so charming and pitiful. That's probably the feeling. Therefore, he doesn't like any woman. It's a pity that the goddess in this dream is just a delusion. One day, let his world-weary heart gradually come to life. It is as if the person who loves flowers has obtained precious peony seeds and wants to use the most fertile soil and the most nutritious fertilizer to nurture her. From spit out tender leaves to buds, to beautiful blooms, it belongs to him only. one person.

Qing Huan shivered and turned into a ball of water in his arms.

……

Mr. Song was originally called Song Ye.

This was the happiest time, he told her in her ear, his voice was not as clear as usual, with hoarseness and lust, but he was gentle and peaceful from beginning to end. Even if she cried in his arms, she hugged her gently and firmly, as if to force her to open herself up to accept him, and from now on she would give herself to him and be completely possessed by him. She was crying and trembling in his arms, terrified, but it didn't matter, he wanted her to abandon the past and become his woman.

Because of the thick floor-to-ceiling windows, even if the sun comes out, it doesn't come in. Song Yi woke up first, refreshed and in high spirits. He takes one day off every week and doesn't work on Sundays, so he has a full day at home. Now the big bed is messy, only the girl who is snuggling on his chest and breathing evenly with a small mouth makes him nostalgic.

No, not a girl anymore, he made her a woman last night.

Song Ye doesn't care about his woman's past, nor her background, nor is she interested in why she came to kill him. What he wants is the future, and everything can be discussed in the long run. It's not the first time someone has come to kill him. People like him are very dangerous everywhere, and they will never have a stable time in their life. From a certain point of view, being his woman is quite miserable. Because if you follow him, you are destined to have no stability, you are destined to wander all your life, and you are even destined not to have children in your life.

But also happy at the same time. Because this handsome and unfathomable man will give her all his love and loyalty.

When Qing Huan woke up, Song Yi noticed it, so she hugged her tightly, and the two people under the quilt pressed against each other tightly. She felt embarrassed and at a loss. The memories of last night came flooding in, and she didn't want to admit it. That is himself. Song Yi squeezed her soft waist and asked her, "Are you uncomfortable?"

She refused to answer this kind of question, so Song Yi laughed. She slept last night, and he had already washed her clean. It wasn't that he forgot to buy pajamas, but he didn't buy them on purpose, because he thought she would look better in his shirt.

As expected, the legs under the shirt are thin and straight, and the whole body is as soft as if they have no bones. They are beautiful.

Song Yi is very good-looking, which can be seen from the many women who are obsessed with him. Even if he is always deserted and not approachable, it is difficult to stop people who are obsessed with this face. He reached out and touched the gold wire glasses at the head of the bed and put them on, hiding his sharp black eyes behind the lenses - if she looked at her like this, she wouldn't be so nervous, would she? It's really cute, it hurts a lot, timid like a milk cat, waving its tender little claws in the face of danger, but unfortunately it can't scratch anyone at all.

Qing Huan's hand was held in the palm of his hand and played with it. It was as tender as a green onion. When it was flattened, there were shallow small fleshy pockets on the back of the hand. The nails were neatly clipped. He scratched so many times on his thick and strong back, and there was no scar left.

Song Yi kissed Qing Huan's hand, bit her delicate fingertips, and bit her canine teeth. Because of the pain, she shrank a little, but didn't dare to take it away. Song Yi sat up and carried her to his lap. The buttons of his shirt were not fastened properly, and the suet-like skin on his chest made his eyes darken.

What a treasure.

He liked it so much, the goddess who only appeared in dreams, one day turned into a real person and appeared in front of him, Chenghuan under him, became his woman, what could be more happier than this? Originally, Song Ye thought that he could only be alone in this life.

"Don't be afraid of me, little girl." He squeezed Qing Huan's hand and kissed, "I won't hurt you."

She looked at him timidly, and her handsome face was always smiling and gentle, reminding her that he was breathing in her ear like this last night, this man is too good-looking, no one would be willing to be angry with him . But she wasn't used to sitting on someone's lap, so she tried to struggle a bit, but Song Yi hugged her tighter. After getting close to each other, she could clearly see each other's bodies, so Qing Huan didn't dare to move any more, her long hair curled playfully on her shoulders , the eyes in the morning are shining like cat pupils.

This is Song Ye's ideal type.

What this world shouldn't have existed in the first place appeared in front of him, it's no wonder he would let go.

Song Yi has the utmost self-confidence, his ability and strength make him not care about any obstacles, no matter what stands between him and his woman, he will eradicate it. It doesn't matter if she doesn't want to tell him, there is no information in this world that can hide from him. "You have to believe me, I like you so much, can't you feel it?" He bit Qinghuan's earlobe, she trembled a little, then looked at him and bit her lips.

Mr. Song looked very distressed, and the lips that could only be kissed by him were biting white now, so he leaned over to kiss her softly, and told her gently: "I don't care who sent you , There are too many people who want to kill me, but you see who has succeeded? You are so stupid and unfamiliar, the people who sent you just want you to die. But tell me why, and I will help you.”

His power is beyond doubt.

Rather than scheming with the tiger, trusting Song Yi desperately is actually the best choice. At least through last night, Qing Huan can confirm that Mr. Song is very obsessed with her body, and by comparison, she is no longer worthwhile in front of those people.

"Brother..."

"Huh?"

"Save my brother..." She was kissed by him, but tears fell, so they exchanged this tearful kiss, Song Yi gently patted Qing Huan's back, listening to her twitching and twitching. Tell yourself what happened.

She doesn't know anything at all. I don't know who Song Ye is, or who Song Ye is, and I have never seen him before. Just one day, someone suddenly appeared in front of her and asked her to kill someone at any price. Of course Qing Huan would not agree, so those people kidnapped her brother, her only relative. After the death of her parents in a car accident, the two of them depended on each other for life, and she could do anything for her brother.

But even so, killing people is something that Qing Huan, who has a pure temperament, never thought of. She went to Haibin City according to the address given by those people, found the library, hid a knife in her bag and wanted to kill Song Yi, but her attack seemed childish and ridiculous to him, not to mention killing him, even if it was a knife Apples are too dull.

Song Yi calmly listened to her speech, sighed, and went up to kiss her: "Don't cry for such a trivial matter, it's very contemptible to make your woman cry."

Qing Huan sniffed, and her eyes became even more beautiful after crying. This stunning look was surprising. Song Yi finally understood why so many women stared at him and couldn't take their eyes off him, because in front of Qing Huan, He was so fascinated by her.