Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 111 I Hate You
Qian Mengmeng was very happy, sitting on the back seat with her little legs swaying, she was almost humming.

Song Huaijin, who had been watching her for a long time, had dark eyes, and finally couldn't help breaking the silence.

"Jing Chen, Ling Xi, Yu Hui, how many people do you really like?"

"Ah, Mr. Song, you know me well!" Qian Mengmeng blinked her eyes and carefully counted with her fingers, completely ignoring the hidden meaning in his words.

Listening to the names of the little fresh meats in the circle popping out of her mouth, Song Huaijin gritted her teeth with hatred.

He just wanted to throw these guys, all tied up, into an open field, and then pick up a machine gun and shoot them all.

"Oh yes, and Jin Chen Ouba! I like him the most!" He laughed twice, and Qian Mengmeng's eyes turned into beautiful crescent moons, "He is handsome, and he sings well."

Jin Chen?Even this guy? !

Pulling the corners of her lips, Song Huaijin took a deep breath and turned her head to the side, not wanting to hear another word from her.

He was talking vigorously, but the person who was chatting suddenly left only the back of his head for himself, and Qian Mengmeng was stunned.

Mr. Song, what's the matter?
After self-reflecting whether she had done something wrong to make him unhappy, Qian Mengmeng came to a conclusion that a man's heart, especially Mr. Song's, is so difficult to understand!
Pursing her lips, she took out a gift box from her bag, reached out and tugged at the back of his clothes.

no response.

Pull again, still no response.

"Mr. Song..." Qian Mengmeng tried to talk to him, "I just said I would give you a gift..."

Now, Song Huaijin finally had a reaction.

He turned his head, with a slightly alienated expression on his face, Qian Mengmeng felt a little scared when he saw it, so he couldn't help but let go of the hand that held the hem of his clothes.

However, before he could take back that hand, he grabbed it.

The gift box fell onto her lap with a snap, then rolled to the ground with a grunt.

Song Huaijin leaned over, and there was a deep meaning in her deep eyes that she couldn't understand.

Instinctively, Qian Mengmeng blinked, swallowed, and backed away slightly.

However, no matter how much she retreated, the space in the car was always limited, and within a short while, her whole body was on the back of the car seat.

And Song Huaijin, like a wild beast crawling on the body of its prey, held her hand firmly with one hand and propped it on the side of the chair with the other, staring at her closely.

The terrible memories of that day in the villa flooded up uncontrollably, Qian Mengmeng closed her eyes, and pushed him forward with the only remaining hand, "Don't do this!"

Her strength, hitting Song Huaijin's chest, did not have the slightest effect at all. Instead, she sent her other hand into his.

Fear continued to rise, Qian Mengmeng finally couldn't help opening her eyes, and shouted tearfully, "Mr. Song, I hate you!"

Her straightforward words from the heart were like a sharp knife, piercing Song Huaijin's heart, causing deep pain.

"Hate it?" His eyes became darker, the corners of his lips curled up, his face was full of coldness.

Qian Mengmeng pursed her lips, turned her head away, and did not look at his expression.

"Then hate it." After the words fell, his kiss invaded her mouth with scalding heat, strong jealousy, and an invisible deep affection.

Staring at her big eyes in disbelief, Qian Mengmeng shed hasty tears amid the inevitability.

Warm tears slid down their cheeks and dripped on their connected lips.

(End of this chapter)