Her voice trembled in pain, but she struggled to say in a tone that sounded soft, "If it's not enough, you can come again." ”

Song Qiancheng's face was blue, he didn't like the threat in her tone, he reached over and pinched her scalded pain with one hand, Wen Lishu immediately felt numb in pain.

He squinted his eyes and said, "I want to play self-harm and sympathy, but I don't eat this set, if you dare to play this with me next time, then I will play with you to the end." ”

Song Qiancheng let go of his hand, stood on the ground with his feet, and scolded in his mouth: "Waste my cigarette." ”

Then he left the villa, and she was still on her knees, her shoulders aching, and her heart aching.

In his eyes, she couldn't even compare to a cigarette.

……

Song Qiancheng returned to the villa at about three o'clock in the morning.

Pushing open the door, the living room is dark and on fire, not like before, will leave him a lamp.

He was inexplicably furious and walked to the workers' room.

The door didn't lock, and he opened it as soon as he twisted the handle.

originally wanted to trouble her, but it can be seen that Wen Lishu's slender body was curled up on the small single bed, and he suppressed his anger again.

There was a small night light in the room, and the faint light was enough to see Wen Lishu's face clearly.

Song Qiancheng took a small step forward, leaned against the door cover, and cast his eyes on Wen Lishu's side.

She lay there, so thin, that he was reminded of the word "small-cute-pitiful".

The wound on her forehead had healed, but the burn on her shoulder was quite striking.

Song Qiancheng leaned against the door, staring at the sleeping man for a moment.

Her eyelashes twitched, and her mouth twitched a few times from time to time, and the lips were more like a delicious jelly, which fascinated him and made him want to taste it even more.

It's just that when he thinks of Wei Tingxian's matter, he has a smouldering fire again.

Song Qiancheng's muscles burst out, this damn woman has already made him suffer this kind of grievance twice in a row.

Two years ago, she suddenly broke up with him and turned around to become someone else's fiancée, and two years later, another Wei Ting came out first, and he really had the urge to pinch her to death.

Annoyed, it was her injury that pulled him back to his senses.

Song Qiancheng retracted his gaze, stood up straight and was about to leave, but when he turned his head, he accidentally saw the handbag that Wen Lishu put on the bedside table.

The zipper of the bag was open to see the contents inside, and he happened to see a white piece of paper.

Curious, he reached in and took the piece of paper.

Opening the paper, Song Qiancheng looked at the text on it and immediately became angry.

This piece of paper was the IOU that Wen Lishu had just gotten back not long ago, and a name appeared on the borrower that he didn't want to mention.

Looking at the three words "Wei Tingxian", Song Qiancheng's heart seemed to have been cut alive, and then a handful of salt was added.

didn't wait for her company to come out to clarify the video, he was already blocked, but now that he saw this IOU, he seemed to have found ironclad evidence for the video, and felt that this was the hard-earned money that Wen Lishu and Wei Ting traded with Wei Ting first.

Anger blinded his eyes, and Song Qiancheng's face tightened, and then he completely ignored that the time of borrowing was two years ago, not now.

Anyway, he was half angry to death, and finally threw the IOU to the ground, and then threw the door panel of the workers' room shut, making a "bang" sound, disturbing Wen Lishu to wake up from his dream.