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

Chapter 339 I just depend on you

Song Jingjing looked at Song Beilang with slightly dull eyes.

She had to admit that Song Beilang was handsome and handsome, not worse than the well-known Song Yixian.

Compared with Song Yixian, Song Beilang looks a bit more handsome.

Song Jingjing blushed, stopped talking, and turned her gaze back.

It was Song Beilang who raised his lips and pinched her chin, followed by a deep kiss.

Song Jingjing almost lost herself in this tenderness.

The man's affectionate eyes are full of her shadow.

How much does Song Beilang like being with Song Jingjing?Even Song Beilang himself didn't know it, especially after trying the food marrow to know the taste, he couldn't extricate himself.

Knowing that she was constantly resisting, he persisted.

Even if it is a moth to the flame, he will not hesitate.

Let him burn to ashes.

……

Come to the door of "Unforgettable Tonight".

Immediately, a waiter stepped forward to meet him.

The two followed the waiter to find a bar with a wide view and sat down.

Song Beilang skillfully ordered a glass of Scarlet Mary, and then ordered a glass of fruit juice for Song Jingjing.

Song Jingjing said displeased: "Why don't you give me wine?"

Song Beilang turned to look at her, narrowing his eyes slightly, "Okay, I'll drink juice later."

Song Jingjing raised her chin, feeling slightly satisfied: "Do you often come to this kind of place?"

Song Beilang shook his head: "I used to come here a few years ago."

Song Jingjing asked suspiciously, "How many years ago?"

Song Beilang nodded, "Well, a few years ago, when you were young, you would come here often... At that time, didn't you always pester me to sleep with me? I'm afraid I can't help but want to do something to you , so we started going to the bar."

Song Jingjing was startled, recalling the time a few years ago, it seems that this happened.

At that time, Song Jingjing didn't understand anything, and she just pestered Song Beilang anyway.

Then, her face flushed again. When she was young, she was really ignorant.

Song Beilang smiled lightly, and put his long arms around her waist, "It's all over, there's no need to be so embarrassed, let alone you are all mine now."

Song Jingjing's cheeks were flushed, she picked up the wine glass in front of her, and took a long gulp.

"Drink it slowly, this wine is quite strong."

Song Jingjing didn't care, "With you by my side, even if I get drunk, nothing will happen."

Song Beilang smiled lightly, "Is it really all right?"

Song Jingjing licked the wine stained on her lower lip, coughed lightly, "You have caught my weakness, you know that I am afraid that people will know the relationship between me and you, even if you want to do something to me, I will There is no way to resist, just like yesterday... If it wasn't for persecution, I wouldn't..."

Yesterday, for Song Jingjing, it was still an uncomfortable thing.

But the unlucky birth was such an uncomfortable thing, and there was also a tinge of ecstasy hidden deep in her heart, which aggravated her pain again and again.

Seeing her frowning, Song Beilang knew that Song Jingjing was still brooding over what happened last night.

He stretched out his hand to wrap around her waist, and turned her body in one direction, "Since you're here, why don't you enjoy the performance."

On the stage, pole dancers, chair dancers, hot and passionate girls swayed their heads and poses, and every frown and smile caused the audience to scream.

Song Jingjing rolled her eyes, and said coldly: "What's so interesting about this, I'm not bad at anything they have, and I don't have the same hobbies as your men."

Song Beilang asked: "Women's performances are for men, so the performances that women should watch are men's performances as you think?"

Song Jingjing nodded, "Of course."

Women see what women have to see, and if they want to see, they need to see men.

The bar was originally a place where men and women mixed together, Song Beilang probably wanted to find a male model to perform some striptease there.

Song Jingjing didn't like that kind of strong and muscular man doing those dazzling and charming movements.

Glancing at Song Beilang, she said casually, "Why don't you go up and perform, maybe I'd like to watch it more."

Song Beilang was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Song Jingjing.

Seeing that Song Beilang's expression became serious, Song Jingjing turned his head, "It's fine if you don't want to go, if you say something to make me happy, it's all just casually."

Song Beilang heard all the words whispered between Song Jingjing's lips.

Song Beilang said: "Well, I can go."

Song Jingjing was surprised, "Huh?"

Song Beilang: "But I can't write about dancing, you know."

Song Jingjing knew Song Beilang very well, and he was very clear about his talents, "I know you can't dance, but you don't have to dance."

Song Beilang: "I can't sing either."

Song Jingjing said bluntly: "You led the school team at school, isn't basketball your strong point? Can you play trick basketball?"

Song Beilang hesitated for a while, and untied his tie.

Song Jingjing thought that he would really go, and added another item, "Take off your shirt."

Song Beilang paused when he untied his tie, "Huh?"

Song Jingjing deliberately made things difficult because she was still angry, "Look at those male models, don't they all take off their shirts?"

Song Jingjing actually wanted to embarrass Song Beilang.

Seeing that Song Beilang did not move for a long time, Song Jingjing said mockingly: "Don't tell me about brother's sweet words in the future. If you can't do it, it's really boring."

Song Jingjing is an ordinary girl, and she will take such sweet words seriously if she hears them a lot. She doesn't want the relationship between the two of them to develop so well.

Song Beilang raised his lips and asked, "I'll go up and perform, that's fine, as long as you're sure you'll be happy."

"Not only will I be happy, but I will also applaud you."

"It's a word."

After all, Song Beilang took off his coat and went on stage wearing only a shirt.

When Song Beilang came on stage, the male and female models all stepped aside.

Song Beilang stretched out his hand to beckon the lobby manager, and the lobby manager hurried forward when he saw that it was a distinguished guest.

Then the lobby manager got a basketball from somewhere, and went to the DJ to say a few words, and immediately the music in the audience changed the style of painting.

From the intoxicated and ambiguous tone, it has transformed into Hip-Hop music with a particularly strong sense of rhythm.

The lights on the stage were all focused on Song Beilang.

For some reason, he had already taken off his shoes, and the white shirt on his upper body was also unbuttoned by him.

The perfect figure is displayed in front of the audience.

Immediately, the audience screamed.

Song Jingjing looked carefully, and most of the screams came from women.

Song Beilang glanced in Song Jingjing's direction, then cast a wink... and screamed again.

But Song Jingjing's heart trembled because of that winking eye.

Song Beilang was the captain of the school team when he was in college. He played both football and basketball, but basketball is his strength, and he is also good at freestyle basketball.

It's just that I haven't touched the ball in these years, so I don't know if I am unfamiliar.

But soon, Song Jingjing knew that her worries were completely unnecessary.

Not only was Song Beilang not unfamiliar, he even played better than before.

The basketball was spinning flexibly on his fingers, the strength on his wrist was sufficient, the palm held the ball, and then he threw it high, and the basketball landed on his index finger smoothly, spinning non-stop.

Then there were crotch dribbles, butterflies piercing flowers, and throwing stones to ask for directions... After a few tricks, the atmosphere of the audience was brought up.

Song Beilang is very handsome.

He is more handsome with his clothes off.

The moment the handsome man stepped down, several girls approached her asking for her contact information.

Seeing Song Beilang surrounded by so many girls, Song Jingjing couldn't help feeling a little sour.

Song Beilang's gaze never left Song Jingjing.

He put on the shirt he had taken off, skipped the culture of those girls, and walked straight to Song Jingjing.

And those girls are still chasing after him, not letting him go.

"Are you happy watching it?" Song Beilang asked.

There was a crowd of people around, most of them were attracted by Song Beilang.

Song Jingjing's cheeks were hot, and she said, "Why are you happy, it doesn't look good at all..."

Song Jingjing was dumbfounded just now.

The corners of Song Beilang's lips were slightly raised, and he had a handsome face.

There were also a few girls in the crowd muttering that they wanted to know Song Beilang.

Song Beilang pushed Song Jingjing out, "Other people want my contact information, can I give it?"

Song Jingjing was taken aback for a moment, and said falteringly: "It's up to you whether to give it or not, ask me, ask me what to do?"

Song Beilang said: "You are my woman, I don't ask who you ask?"

"I, I'm not..." Song Jingjing's cheeks were so hot that she could fry an egg, and she noticed that the eyes of the people around her had shifted from Song Beilang to her.

Those eyes sent a chill down my spine.

Song Jingjing turned around and left the area.

Song Beilang followed Song Jingjing and held her hand.

Song Jingjing wanted to break away, "Let go of me, I want to go home."

Song Beilang didn't let go, and said, "We won't be going home tonight."

Song Jingjing was angry and ashamed, she didn't know what to do, "You, you rascal..."

Song Beilang pulled that delicate body into his arms, and kissed passionately again in front of everyone's eyes.

Song Jingjing's heart beat faster. The close contact with Song Beilang before was all in private, and it was the first time to be so public...it made her a little scared.

"Here, don't...um..."

"Don't be afraid, no one here will know me, let alone you."

A kiss, the kiss lasted for a long time.

It took Song Beilang a long time to let go of Song Jingjing.

Song Jingjing bit her lip, "You, even if you want to do something, you don't need to be here."

Song Beilang didn't take it seriously, "I'm not like this, those women are entangled with me, what should I do?"

"That's what they are pestering you for. What does it have to do with me?"

Song Beilang gathered her long arms around her waist, and held her tightly in his arms, "Of course it does matter, you are already unhappy, and I can't make you jealous even more unhappy."

"Jealous?" Song Jingjing recovered, "I'm not."

"That's because I ignored them." Song Beilang knew how jealous his little sister was, and seeing him and Zhuzhi being so close that day wouldn't make him cry.

"You... you are really a rascal."

Song Beilang raised his eyebrows, and smiled like an evildoer: "I just depend on you."

(End of this chapter)