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

Chapter 332 You Can't Sorry Her

The next day, Song Jingjing went to the company wearing the Chanel suit Zhuzhi gave her.

Her office is just in front of the president's office.

There is a gap between Song Beilang and Song Beilang.

Song Jingjing was willing not to see Song Beilang, but she would always think of what Song Beilang did to her that day.

Almost... If it wasn't for Zhuzhi's phone call, she might have been with Song Beilang...

Thinking of this, Song Jingjing's cheeks flushed.

I feel more and more that if I keep thinking about Song Beilang, I am afraid that I will definitely do something I regret in the future.

"Assistant Song, please hand over these documents to the president." The head of the accounting department downstairs brought up a bunch of documents and handed them over to Song Jingjing.

Song Jingjing was taken aback, and answered repeatedly, saying "yes".

It was the first time she officially went to work, and being an assistant was obviously a back door.

After all, how many people queued up to enter the high-level office in the world, but she was seated by a mere little girl. God knows how many people would not be convinced.

People's words are scary, and Song Jingjing is most afraid of this. After receiving the documents from the accounting department, she immediately entered the office.

Because I was nervous, I didn't knock on the door.

After entering the door, he put a pile of documents on the president's desk. When he turned around and was about to leave, he saw the mechanical equipment in the office.

Song Beilang was the captain of the school team in high school, and later in college he was responsible for the sports of the school. When he was in his early twenties, he was already in good shape.

Later, even though his legs were paralyzed for more than a year, his figure did not lose shape.

But now he seems to have resumed exercising, those equipments are scattered on the ground, as if Song Beilang had exercised not long ago.

With a "creak", the door to the bathroom on the side opened.

When the steaming water vapor rushed out, a naked man also came out from inside.

Naked, nothing on.

Song Jingjing's small face was filled with blood in an instant, and his face was flushed, and the temperature of his body rose unconsciously, as if he was about to explode.

What Song Jingjing saw was not only Song Beilang's muscles, but also the hidden area... and the huge...

"Ah!" With a scream, Song Jingjing hurriedly covered her eyes, then turned and ran towards the door.

Song Jingjing covered her eyes, she really didn't see the road when she was walking, she just went on a rampage... she didn't notice the dumbbells and other equipment placed on the ground at all.

Song Jingjing was wearing slender open-back high-heeled shoes, and the wrap skirt wrapped around her body couldn't help her to take big strides. When the instep hit the dumbbell, she felt a dull pain.

And kicked the body of the dumbbell, and still leaned forward because of inertia.

Song Jingjing covered her face, ready for the pain that was about to hit the ground.

It's just that the pain didn't come as expected, and it actually fell into the embrace of a lingering fragrance.

Song Jing's delicate face was pressed against the man's strong chest, feeling the powerful beating of the man's heart, and his little heart also sped up.

The man's handsome chin was facing her, and his eyes were also looking at her.

It was the first time seeing his younger sister in business attire, and Song Beilang couldn't help but take a second look.

Inside is a white shirt with a trendy style, unlike the collar and buttons of ordinary shirts.

The stretchy fabric made her bust even more plump.

And Song Beilang had seen the scenery there before, and Song Beilang should be more aware of how beautiful the facts are than Song Jingjing herself.

She was wearing a wrapped skirt, and because she moved too much, the skirt automatically slid up and slipped under her raised buttocks.

It was the pair of slender and straight legs that were exposed.

Song Beilang held her waist and slowly helped her up.

The movements are light and slow.

After Song Jingjing stood still, she immediately said, "Thank you, thank you!"

After finishing speaking, he took a firm step back, and this step taught Song Beilang to see the clues on the back of her feet.

Song Jingjing kicked the fitness equipment just now, and Lao Gao's insteps were red and swollen.

Song Jingjing glanced at the back of her foot, and said in pain, "I, I'll go out first, so I won't disturb you."

During this period, Song Jingjing kept his head down, not daring to look at Song Beilang.

He had just covered his lower body with a towel, but his body was still naked, Song Jingjing couldn't bear to look directly at him.

But even if she lowered her head, she could still see Song Beilang's firm calves, with male-specific hair on them.

Song Jingjing didn't dare to look any further, she immediately looked away, and then turned around to go out, but her body lightened, and Song Beilang hugged her whole body.

The person in Song Beilang's arms was startled, and his eyes met the man's.

Looking at her with fiery eyes, with a cold look and a low voice, he said in a tone almost commanding: "Your instep is injured, I will help you apply the medicine."

"No need, brother... I don't feel any pain, I can go out and deal with it by myself later."

Song Beilang snorted softly, "Since you were young, you have been afraid of pain and suffering. At that moment just now, your tears were about to burst into tears. Do you think I didn't see it?"

"I... I... I don't hurt..." Song Jingjing didn't believe it herself, but she still gritted her teeth and said it cheekily.

Not far away, there was a sofa, and Song Beilang put the person on the sofa.

There was a coffee table in front of the sofa, and the man even lifted Song Jingjing's legs onto the coffee table without hesitation, and helped him take off his shoes by the way.

One leg was raised, and she was in a sitting posture again. The skirt was originally short, and Song Jingjing obviously felt that the skirt on her body could not cover the scenery inside her thighs. She put her hands on the skirt, not daring to be presumptuous.

Song Beilang got up and put on the bathrobe hanging on the side.

When she brought the medicine box over, she also saw Song Jingjing's embarrassment because her skirt was too short.

The corner of his lips curled up, and he didn't intend to go to the lounge to get a blanket for her.

He squatted beside her generously, and found medicinal wine from the medicine box.

Song Beilang looked at the injury, took a light breath, and turned to Song Jingjing, "It needs to be rubbed with medicinal wine to heal it. Do you do it yourself, or should I do it?"

Song Jingjing naturally replied, "I'll do it."

Song Beilang gave her medicinal wine.

Although Song Jingjing was rarely injured, she also knew that medicinal wine should be rubbed hard to reduce swelling.

But she was afraid of pain, so she just let the medicinal wine stay on the surface of the skin, wiped it with a cotton swab, and left it alone.

Then he said to Song Beilang: "I've wiped it off, so I'll go out first."

After speaking, she was ready to put on her shoes.

Song Beilang frowned tightly, with a hint of impatience in his eyes.

The man squatted down, snatched the shoes from Song Jingjing's hand, and threw them aside.

"Ah? Brother, you..."

"It's useless if you smear it like this."

Then he hugged the delicate little woman in his arms and said, "If it hurts, just call it out."

Song Beilang put his hand on the instep of that hand and kneaded it vigorously.

When Song Jingjing felt hurt, she just yelled out, "It hurts, bro...I hurt..."

Song Beilang pursed his lips, the movement of his hand didn't stop, only the other hand held Song Jingjing tightly in his arms, "Holding brother won't hurt anymore."

Holding Song Beilang actually hurts, and Song Jingjing knows it too...but he just followed what Song Beilang said.

The little woman hugged the big man, her face was in pain, and beads of sweat were seeping from her forehead.

After a while, Song Beilang felt that the kneading was almost done, and then slowly loosened the big hand holding her instep.

After a while of kneading just now, the red and swollen part did disappear, but it was not completely healed.

Song Beilang turned his head to look at Song Jingjing, and saw the little girl buried on his chest, holding his bathrobe tightly with both hands, her white teeth biting her pink lips, her face was flushed, she looked cute.

She was very nervous, her whole body was tense, her breathing was heavy, her chest trembled slightly, and she could see the slightly exposed gray skin in the shirt.

"Brother, are you alright?" Song Jingjing asked, with tears in his eyes, which were red.

Song Beilang looked at her without saying a word.

Song Jingjing raised his head and asked again, "Brother, are you okay..."

As soon as she raised her head, her gaze was caught by Song Beilang's eyes.

The sight is hot.

Song Jingjing was startled, and hurried to look away, but it was Song Beilang's big hand that pinched her chin...

Then, the man's domineering breath poured into her mouth.

The kiss came quickly and bravely, which caught people off guard.

Song Jingjing struggled, but couldn't.

He tilted his body and fell into the sofa.

Song Beilang pressed her even more, not letting her move.

The kiss was still going on, making her uncomfortable.

"Brother... um..."

He has only been the acting president for two days, only two days after he came back, and only two days before he agreed to marry Zhuzhi. After seeing Song Jingjing, he still couldn't control his emotions.

"Exquisite, exquisite..." Song Beilang murmured with his lips in a gentle and ambiguous tone.

Song Jingjing was nervous, her heart was beating fast, this is the office...the door wasn't even locked when she came in.

If someone came in and saw such a scene, how would she explain... What would Song Beilang do?
There was a bang in his head, and he bit the flexible little snake in his mouth...

Song Beilang felt the pain and subconsciously let go of her lips.

Looking down at the woman on the sofa, her red lips are pink, her eyes are like silk, her face is like peach blossoms, her clothes are messy, her hair is loose... she is obviously moved by love.

Song Jingjing felt ashamed of the two people's poses.

The temperature in the whole room is even more unbearable.

Song Jingjing sniffed, stretched out her bare hands to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, shrank her body and hid in a corner, like a poor stray cat.

"Brother, you are already with Sister Zhuzhi, you can't be sorry for her, and I, I can't... I can't be sorry for her..."

For Song Jingjing, Zhuzhi has become a shield.

No matter what she had to mention Zhuzhi, she was constantly reminding herself.

It is impossible between myself and Song Beilang.

Seeing Song Jingjing like this, Song Beilang smiled, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, looking like a bloodthirsty demon, "Jingjing, say that again!"

(End of this chapter)