Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 1
At night, the lights are on.

In the night bar in H City, Song Huaijin once again rejected a girl who came forward to strike up a conversation, and squeezed out from the bar with frowns.

The flickering lights and loud music made him a little uncomfortable. He was thinking about whether to steam or braise the flower peacock that invited him here later, when he suddenly felt an indescribable pressure on his thigh. , making his strides slow down.

Song Huaijin lowered her head expressionlessly, and under the dim blue light, she saw a dark head beside her.

He raised his foot tentatively, and his dark head moved along with the movement as expected...

"What are you doing?" Thin lips parted slightly, and a cool voice came out of Song Huaijin's mouth.

If there was someone who knew Song Huaijin among the people present, he would have rushed forward and pulled the owner of the head away, trying his best to suppress this man who was on the verge of full anger.

It's a pity that under such circumstances, no one recognized him as Song Huaijin, the famous president of SF in H city.

Ever since, about half a minute later, Mr. Song's thigh was still tightly hugged by that lifeless guy like an octopus, and he had no intention of letting go.

Song Huaijin bit her back teeth and couldn't help but do it herself, but the next moment, her dark head moved.

It leaned back, revealing a small white face wearing huge black-rimmed glasses.

On the small face, the big eyes gleaming with water seemed to be out of focus, and after turning around gruntingly, they slowly met Song Huaijin's gaze.

The restraint on the thigh loosened slightly, but after a while, he was hugged even harder.

Song Huaijin: "..."

"Ah, hugging the thigh..." Qian Mengmeng woke up slightly from the touch of her hand, blinking her eyes and said devoutly, "Yes, I'm hugging the thigh!"

"Let go!" Song Huaijin said, her deep voice was tepid, but it revealed an undeniable toughness.

His head was buzzing again, Qian Mengmeng didn't listen to his words due to the great discomfort.The instinct of her body made her run her hand down half of her thigh, and murmured, "What a good leg, I can play with it for a year."

I can't bear it anymore, I can't bear it anymore!
Song Huaijin bent down, and was about to pick up Qian Mengmeng and throw it aside, but a figure suddenly rushed out in front of her, pulling her away, "Ameng, are you okay? Are you still awake? Remember I owe you 580 yuan?"

Song Huaijin: "..."

Hearing the voice of her best friend Du Ruan, Qian Mengmeng hugged her back, "Ruan Ruan, don't worry about me, it's 850 yuan and [-] cents!"

Very good, even Wumao can still remember, it seems that people are still a little sober.

Du Ruan breathed a sigh of relief, hung Qian Mengmeng's arm on her shoulder, led her to stand up, and walked towards the door with three steps, "Dumb Meng, can you do it, why don't you hug me? He can't even compare to my husband's leg hair!"

"Mouth, my male god Jing Chen is really stunning!"

The eyebrows twitched a few times unconsciously, and Mr. Song's mood was quite gloomy.He let out a foul breath, raised his hand and unbuttoned one of the collar buttons.

The mobile phone vibrated in his trouser pocket, Song Huaijin took it out and looked at it, and immediately became furious, "Kongque Chen, you have to die within 1 minute."

In the wechat group, a guy with a profile picture of a selfie made such a message.

"Sneaky shot at the risk of death, hurry up and watch, there are pictures and the truth!" Attached is a blurry photo of Mr. Song being hugged on the thigh just now.

　It's a bit tiring to write a drama, so I'll write a fishing essay while I'm at work.Don't pay attention to the details, it's purely for sweetness.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)