Outside, people were drinking glasses and laughing, while in the lounge separated by a wall, the spring atmosphere was deep and sultry.
From the beginning, Qiao Wan regretted it.
Because besides pain, it still hurts.
She tried hard to push the man who was supporting her, but unexpectedly, the man grabbed her wrist with his backhand and held her firmly against her.
There were no lights on in the lounge, and the light from outside shone through the closed parts of the two curtains. The light was bright and dim.
The man's bare arms were full of texture and reflected a quiet, cold white light.
It was obviously distant, but the man's breath was wrapped in lust.
"Scared?"
The man's playful deep voice sounded in Qiao Wan's ears.
Qiao Wan's red lips parted slightly, she giggled and stared at the man whose breath was intertwined with hers, "As long as my uncle isn't afraid, I'm not afraid."
"Brother-in-law?" The man's lips were close to her earlobe, and he could clearly feel her trembling and jerkiness, and he chuckled, "Scream again, okay?"
Qiao Wan frowned and called him "uncle".
"Song Jing didn't teach you anything, I'll do it."
In an instant, the manly scent mixed with tobacco and sandalwood reached her lips and teeth.
…
The two of them were in an ambiguous posture, but the man's black handmade suit remained intact. The alienation flickering on Qing Jun's facial features gave Qiao Wan the most sensory impact that subverted her three views.
Qiao Wan stared at the man above her and looked carefully——
The attractive facial features are handsome and stylish, but they also carry an unknown wildness and wildness.
The man quickly straightened his trousers and returned to his usual workplace-tycoon style.
"Qiao Wan, this is the second time you have plotted against me." The man suddenly reached out and pinched her chin with a faint voice, "The first time you missed me. This time, I can't let you down again."
Qiao Wan looked slightly startled, her chin hurt when he pinched her, and her eyes shone with tiny glimmers of water.
It turns out that Song Jinnan knows everything.
Qiao Wan's eyebrows were covered with a layer of scarlet color, and she looked at Song Jinnan with bold and passionate eyes, "Who made me like my uncle?"
"Like it?" Song Jinnan's thin lips were close to her ear, "How much do you like it-"
Suddenly, Qiao Wan's cell phone, which was set to silent, started flashing.
The two of them glanced at the notes on the screen at the same time, and Qiao Wan's face became more and more uncomfortable.
Just as she was about to flip the phone screen back, Song Jinnan got her phone first, raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "It's your legitimate boyfriend, my eldest nephew, Song Jing."
"Does my uncle want to hear me talking to Song Jing on the phone at this time?" Qiao Wan smiled casually and reached out to him.
I asked because I was sure he wouldn't do it.
But within a few seconds, Qiao Wan regretted it.
Song Jinnan not only clicked the answer button, but also turned on the hands-free phone.
"Wanwan, why haven't you come out of the bathroom yet?" Song Jing's concerned voice came.
Qiao Wan frowned again.
She has fallen in love with Song Jinnan, and Song Jing's use value is running low. It's time to find the right time and reason to break up.
But now that she was in the same room with Song Jinnan, a man and a woman alone, she was still afraid that Song Jing would find out, so she hurriedly covered Song Jinnan's mouth.
Song Jinnan suddenly retracted his arm and turned her body around.
It was coming fiercely without any warning, and she screamed in pain!
"What's wrong, Wanwan?" Song Jing on the other end of the phone was so nervous that she said, "I'll arrange for a nanny to come over right away."
"No need -" Qiao Wan pretended to be calm, "I just slipped on the water stains and I'll be out right away. Bye."
After the call ended, Song Jinnan had already left before Qiao Wan could react.
Qiao Wan's memory was still stuck in the charm just now, and it took him a full five minutes to calm down.
The family dinner at the Song family's old house came to an end half an hour ago. Qiao Wan returned to the dining room. Mr. Song and others had left. Only Song Jing was sitting alone at the dining table talking on the phone.
"I don't know who you are thinking of. Anchor Qiao is not good at it. She is always upright. It has been a month since I rode a horse and I only held her hand a few times. No matter how greedy I am, she will always pretend to be cold. To say that the most gentle and considerate person has to be You, be good, go get a room first, I’ve missed you so much right now, I’ll deal with you hard later..."
Song Jing didn't even realize that Qiao Wan was standing opposite. Although the voice on the phone was not loud, Qiao Wan heard everything.
Qiao Wan's red lips curved into a taunting look. She was just thinking about whether to interrupt Song Jing's flirting with the woman, when she noticed a burning gaze fixed on her.
Looking up, he saw Song Jinnan holding a cigarette and leaning on the carved red sandalwood screen at the door of the dining room. His deep eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, lazy and casual.
Qiao Wan suddenly remembered the madness in the lounge, and her face suddenly turned red.
At this time, Song Jing had ended the call and glanced at Song Jinnan lukewarmly: "My uncle hasn't left yet. Are you going to spend the night at the old house tonight?"
"Aren't you leaving too?"
There was a "click" in Song Jinnan's palm, the lighter flashed with light blue light, and white smoke lingered between his knuckled fingers.
"I'm waiting for Wanwan." Song Jing stood up and put her hand on Qiao Wan's waist.
The moment Qiao Wan saw Song Jinnan, her mind went haywire. The sudden momentum made her unstable, and she hit Song Jing's chest with her head!
Although this was the first time that Song Jing had been so close to Qiao Wan, his many years of experience in hanging out with women told him that Qiao Wan was different from before he left the dining room.
The little face is pink, the eyebrows are affectionate, and the body is full of irresistible charm, as if it had just been moisturized by a man.
Qiao Wan tried to break free, but the smile on Song Jing's face grew colder, and the strength of his arms grew stronger. He leaned close to her ear and said, "Don't make trouble, uncle is watching."
"Let go, or I'll fall out." Qiao Wan was so embarrassed that she used her trump card in a low voice.
Song Jing held her in his arms angrily, and the peripheral vision of his eyes spread down her neck, and a looming little strawberry came into view!
"Anchor Qiao is serious and steady when broadcasting financial news, but he turns out to be very relaxed in private." Song Jinnan joked, smoking slowly.
It was obviously talking about her intimate interaction with Song Jing, but she felt it meant something else.
At this moment, her cheeks were burning, she pulled off Song Jing's hand on her waist, and quickly moved away from Song Jing.
"There's no woman I've trained that I can't let go of!" Song Jing forced out a stiff smile, "If my uncle is interested, I can teach you a few tricks without reservation when I have time."
"Forget it. Seeing that Anchor Qiao is unwilling in your arms, it's okay if you don't learn this trick."
Song Jinnan's slightly upturned fox eyes flashed with mockery, and finally his eyes were fixed on Qiao Wan, who was a few steps away, "Do you think so, Anchor Qiao?"
Qiao Wan's eyes averted and she didn't respond.
Song Jinnan shook off the unfinished cigarette in his hand and strode out of the old house.
"It's time for me to go back." Qiao Wan estimated that Song Jinnan had gone far, so she picked up her handbag and coat to leave.
Song Jing's face darkened, she grabbed her collar and asked sternly: "It took you so long to go to the bathroom, did you sneak out to meet the wild man?"
