Song Jingzhen did not give face at all because there were outsiders.

He didn't even care about his identity as a public figure, his words were sharp, and he was not stupid at all by the weakness of the woman in front of him.

The girl who had been called by the noblewoman sat on the sofa, not standing or sitting.

Song Jingzhen saw her embarrassment, and persuaded her conscience, "If it's okay, stay away from Ji Jingli, you can't play with her." ”

After speaking, Song Jingzhen took back his clothes and left without looking back.

He has no nostalgia for this house that has grown up since he was a child.

All his affection for home had been exhausted five years ago, and this was no longer his home and harbor, and he hated it more than he liked it.

If this family does not live with the father who gave birth to him and raised him, then even for the rest of his life, he will not set foot in this family half a step again.

A man who is romantic, never returns home at night, and gets drunk and dreams of death in different women's beds every day is his father, which is not a joke for Song Jingzhen, who has been dedicated to love since he was a child.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, he wondered if he had that filthy blood on his body.

The thought of becoming like his father in the future makes his whole being disgusted and irritable, and he can't wait to let go of the blood that he has with that man's genes all over his body.

Returning to his home with boredom and disgust, Song Jingzhen was tired.

took out a cigarette from his pocket, Song Jingzhen didn't enter the door, lit a cigarette and tore off his tie, revealing a tough chest, sharp eyebrows and eyes, and the whole person was depressed and extravagant.

He is like an unruly lone wolf, vicious by nature and extremely lonely.

He didn't smoke it, but let it burn and shorten in the air, and the smoke wafted over his face like a dream, mysterious and seductive.

With his arms propped up on the stairs, Song Jingzhen looked up at the sky with his back tilted, and suddenly felt a little nostalgic for the days in his dreams.

At that time, how could there be so many worries now......

Suddenly, the door behind him was opened, and a bright woman with bright red lips and hair curled into big waves appeared, staring at him with a frown...... Cigarettes in your hands.

Song Jingzhen looked up when he heard the sound and met those sharp eyes.

The woman's brows furrowed, and her expression was very displeased, "Snuff out the cigarette and come in after the smell is gone." ”

After speaking, she slammed the door shut, making Song Jingzhen react to whose home he was behind him for a few seconds.

Thinking of the purpose of this person's coming, Song Jingzhen hurriedly extinguished the cigarette, wrapped the cigarette ash with a handkerchief, and threw it into the trash can next to him with the cigarette butt.

I found a windy place to dissipate the smell of smoke on my body, hurriedly rushed up the stairs, opened the door and slipped in.

In a few seconds, the door was opened again, and Song Jingzhen came out again and jumped a few times, shaking the shirt on his body.

This went on several times, and the last time he finally went in and didn't come out again.

"What about people?" Song Jingzhen looked around in the living room of his house, but he couldn't find the person he was looking for.

There were only two people sitting in his living room.

One is the glamorous woman just now, and the other is a man with a face and a fight he can have.

The man was sitting on the couch tapping on the computer, just saying hello to him when he walked in the door, and then quietly going about his business.

The glamorous woman clasped her hands on her chest, sat on the sofa and squinted at Song Jingzhen, who was looking for someone.

"Alright, don't look for it, she's here, upstairs. Shaking her head speechlessly, the glamorous woman leaned on the man, interrupting the man who was working.