Sheng Chong's second marriage, Mr. Song is lucky to be pregnant

Chapter 324

Suddenly such a thought rushed into Song Jingjing's mind, and she felt like a thunderbolt from the clear sky, and she was hit hard.

Brother is in a relationship?

Immediately afterwards, Song Jingjing heard the movement outside the door, thinking that his brother had come back, and looked through the cat's eyes.

I saw two people outside the door.

The man walked in front with something in his hands, followed by a girl in a short skirt...

Jian Jie took a big step forward, holding Song Beilang's arm, and raised her face playfully, "When I came, you were not there, and I saw the pink towel toothbrush and the girl's life in your room. Supplies, almost exploded."

Song Beilang was beside Jian Jie, only smiled shallowly, and said nothing.

Song Beilang was about to open the door and enter the house, but the hand that opened the key was blocked by simplicity, and then Song Jingjing saw the male and female figures that seemed to be very well-matched intertwined together in the cat's eyes.

When she saw the lips sticking together, Song Jingjing's cheeks flushed suddenly, and cold sweat broke out in her hands.

In this scorching June day, she felt a sense of coldness all over her body.

Just a moment ago, Song Jingjing was still recalling whether the artificial respiration her brother gave her after she fell into the water counted as her first kiss.

Now...but it is clear that everything is just taken for granted by her.

Song Jingjing didn't dare to watch what happened outside the door.

I only knew that after 10 minutes, my brother opened the door.

Behind Song Beilang followed Jian Jie with a flushed face.

Simple and beautiful, and the rosy cheeks add an extra color.

There was a stark contrast with the pale Song Jingjing.

Song Beilang entered the room, saw Song Jingjing's complexion was not good, and asked with concern: "Jingjing, his complexion doesn't look very good, is there something wrong?"

Song Jingjing sat on the bed, curled up, hugged her knees with her hands, shook her head, and when she looked at her brother, she also glanced at Jian Jie standing behind Song Beilang.

Seeing this, Jian Jie took out the gift she specially brought to Song Jingjing from her handbag, "Jing Jing, do you remember me, we met, when we met last time, your brother and I were colleagues, I don't want to think about it after that time , me and your brother...ha..."

He smiled concisely and heartily, and didn't continue to say the following words, because he felt that it was not good to say these things in front of a 13-year-old child.

She just gave the gift she had in hand to Song Jingjing, but Song Jingjing didn't take it, which made Jian Jie's hand in mid-air feel a little embarrassed.

Jian Jian paused for a moment, then glanced at Song Beilang, smiled stiffly at the corner of his mouth, and put the gift on the bed.

Jian Jie also felt that the atmosphere was not right, and wanted to say something to Song Jingjing with concern, but she heard Song Jingjing's question.

Instead of asking brevity, I asked Song Beilang who was not far away, "Brother, is she your girlfriend?"

Concisely startled, Song Beilang didn't respond immediately but frowned slightly.

Jian Jie chuckled and said, "Yeah, I thought you were young and didn't understand what it means to fall in love. I didn't mention it just now, but you still found out..."

Jian Jian is very enthusiastic about Song Jingjing.

But Song Jingjing couldn't get acquainted with the simplicity, and even looked at the simplicity with cold eyes.

Song Jingjing ignored the simplicity, but repeated the question just now, "Brother, is she your girlfriend?"

Song Beilang frowned again.

The smile hanging on Jian Jie's face also stopped, she was a little at a loss, she didn't understand what happened to Song Jingjing, "Jingjing, what's wrong? I wasn't..."

"Shut up!" Before finishing the concise words, Song Jingjing suddenly raised her voice, shouted to interrupt her, stared straight at Song Beilang, and asked repeatedly: "Brother, is this woman you?" girlfriend?"

His tone and attitude were obviously worse than before.

The concise face is stiff, and the doubts are getting deeper.

At this moment, the atmosphere suddenly condensed into ice, and the dusk outside also dimmed, as if it was infected. A gust of wind swept the white plastic garbage on the ground to the tall buildings, and the outside of the house was gray.

Song Jingjing looked at Song Beilang.

So is brevity.

The moment Song Jingjing saw Song Beilang nodding, she gave Jian Jie a hard look, then pushed Jian Jian away with all her strength, jumped off the bed, and quickly ran out without even wearing her shoes.

Song Beilang was about to chase after him, but a concise muffled snort caught Song Beilang's attention.

Song Jingjing exhausted all her strength, and when Jian Jie was pushed, she touched the water glass on the bedside just now, and the water glass fell to the ground, so that Jian Jian, who fell down, hit glass shards and cut her hand.

Blood was gurgling, Jian Jian looked innocently at Song Beilang with eyes full of tears.

When Song Beilang made this choice, he didn't chase after him, but stayed behind to clean up Jian Jie's wounds.

The wound was deep...Because Jian Jian was pressed down by watching the shards of glass, but Song Beilang didn't know it.

……

Song Jingjing walked on the road, a little numb.

I can't tell why I ran out, let alone why I get so angry when I see Jian Jie kissing Song Beilang.

But she just ran out, with impulse.

When he calmed down, he no longer knew where he was going.

Evening was not here, and after a few gusts of wind, there were signs of heavy rain.

The summer sky, just like a child's face, changes as soon as it changes.

The dark clouds in the sky slowly gathered together in one place, forming a black mass, as if they were going to swallow the entire blue sky.

In an instant, lightning flashed, followed by rumbling thunder, and the heavy rain was poured out by the little angel knocking into the basin. In a short while, Song Jingjing was completely soaked.

She hid under the tree, but remembered what the teacher had taught in class, and was afraid that the lightning would strike her, so she went to hide under a small newsstand instead.

She was wearing a short white skirt that her brother bought for her, and the skirt became almost transparent under the washing of the rain.

Because it was too hot at noon, she didn't wear the little sling at all, so that the wet white skirt stuck to her body, and the flesh color under the white skirt could be clearly seen.

The cotton boxers underneath also cling to her slightly raised buttocks.

Under such washing, she seemed to be standing naked in the rain.

Fortunately, none of the people on the road expected the heavy rain, they were all running on the road, and they didn't have time to look at the young girl who was hiding aside.

Although it is summer, the girl in wet clothes still feels the cold.

When the thunderstorm stopped, it was dark outside.

Song Jingjing crouched beside the newsstand with her legs crossed, trembling.

At this moment, she...doesn't know where to go. She doesn't know anyone in this city except Song Beilang.

Not far away, a few drunks approached, mouthing obscene words.

"The proprietress's legs are white and tender just now, and the buttocks are exposed under the skirt. Did you see that?"

"Of course, I've seen Mao, ahahaha...it's so coquettish, I really want to go back and have a good time."

"Ahaha, that's tender and soft, ouch, look, I've already reacted..."

The conversations of the three drunk men fell into Song Jingjing's ears, she couldn't help feeling disgusted, she retracted her legs, and shrank herself even smaller.

In the dim night, there are few people on the road, and in the newspaper is an old man listening to a radio drama with a super loud volume.

The three of them were attracted by the little girl next to the newsstand.

Those slender legs, delicate body, a pair of jade-like feet stepped in the mud, and the skin was white and shiny on the road full of dirt.

Especially the flesh color through the white wet clothes made the drunk man's eyes look at her.

It seemed that those men's gazes were too naked, Song Jingjing felt a little weird, when he raised his head to glance over there, he surprised those drunk men.

Such a beautiful girl, with clear and bright eyes, and charming and lovely red lips.

Almost without discussion, the three of them walked towards Song Jingjing at the same time.

Song Jingjing was startled, feeling the danger.

She took half a step back, biting her lips tightly, seeing the three people walking towards her slowly, a burst of fear rose from the bottom of her heart.

The little girl jumped up from the ground, and ran to the side regardless of whether she was wearing shoes or not.

The three people behind were drunk several times, and under the catalysis of love words, their running speed was quite amazing.

"Ah..." Song Jingjing's hair was grabbed by one of the men, and the pain made the thin Song Jingjing scream out.

Hair, the most vulnerable place for girls.

Song Jingjing wanted to struggle, so she turned around and bit the man's arm. The man was in pain, and slapped her across the face with his backhand.

That palm made Song Jingjing a little confused.

This is the first time in my life I have been treated like this...

Then the three of them went into battle together, and their hands and feet became unclean.

Touched, hugged... even pulled and pulled the clothes on her body.

The fragrant shoulders were exposed, the skirt was pulled down to the waist, and someone even rubbed her chest...

Song Jingjing is just a 13-year-old girl, she cannot bear these things.

"You guys are busy, get out, do you know who I am, my brother will kill you, let me go..."

The heart-piercing voice roared, but this kind of roar did not deter the three drunk men in the slightest, but pleased them instead.

So in Song Jingjing's ear, I heard the common dialogue, "Scream, shout, no one will come to save you even if you break your throat, hahahahahahahaha..."

Song Jingjing's scalp tingled when he heard that rough and obscene laughter.

"Go away, go away..."

"Little sister is really pretty, and her voice is nice. Why don't you call us older brothers? Brothers are more than happy to call you. Brother will make you happy to call me a few more times later..."

A wave of despair spread from the bottom of her heart. When her dress was torn, she only had one pair of panties left, which was the last defense.

With the cool breeze blowing under her body, Song Jingjing could only imagine her brother kissing Jian Jie.

(End of this chapter)