When Song Qingge came out of the ICU ward, it was raining lightly outside the window, and the winter night came early, before eight o'clock, it was already twilight.

Walking out of the hospital, she leaned over and sat in the back seat of the car, "Old Zhong, go to Luo's house." ”

She took out her makeup bag and carefully touched up her makeup, making sure that her face was flawless before giving up.

The mountain road on a rainy night was a little cold, and soon, the car drove into a villa in the middle of the mountain, got out of the car, and the cold snap hit, she only wore a sexy skirt with a thin suspender belt inside, and the cold wind drilled straight into her neck, so she tightened the collar of her coat, "Old Zhong, you go back first, don't use it to pick me up." ”

The nanny who opened the door was surprised, "Miss Song, why are you here?" The words were very polite, but her hand was holding the door, which meant not letting people in: "Chen Shao is not at home." ”

Song Qingge raised her eyebrows, she obviously saw Luo Shichen's car parked outside.

The world is going down, now, the nanny of the Luo family can block her out? She couldn't help but push the nanny away, strode in, the oncoming heater made her tremble slightly, she didn't stop for a moment, stepped on the soft carpet, and went straight upstairs.

The nanny chased after her, her tone was not very good, "Chen Shao is not here," she pulled Qingge's arm, "Miss Song, this is the Luo family, you can't just break in......" She pushed hard, and Qingge stumbled and almost fell down the stairs. And she, like a door god, blocked the staircase.

"Get out of the way!" Qingge stood firmly, straightened his slightly messy coat, and looked at the nanny with cold eyes. She hadn't forgotten how cunning the nanny had tried to please her when she came before.

"Chen Shao is really not ......"

"Are you going to let it or not?" said lightly, her eyes raised slightly. She didn't mean to embarrass a nanny, but, indeed, there was really no other way, because there were three banks whose loans were due tomorrow, and she was anxious to use the money.

The nanny's face turned white and red, and she got out of the way, and after Song Qingge walked by, she muttered behind her, "What are you proud of?

The leftmost room on the second floor is Luo Shichen's, Qingge was a little nervous, and after her brain filtered the words that had been brewed before, she unbuttoned her coat, revealing the sexy skirt inside, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

"Who?" said an impatient voice, accompanied by the sound of the door opening.

Luo Shichen was already standing in front of her, with a pair of cold eyes under his wet hair, he was wearing a white bathrobe, and his body exuded the fragrance of bathing.

Song Qingge raised his head, stretched his lips, and forced a smile, "Shichen." ”

Luo Shichen was surprised, when he saw her deep V neckline and the temptation that was about to come out, his lips rose and he smiled, "Why are you here?"

"Who is it?" came the woman's sweet coquettish voice from the room.

Song Qingge was slightly stunned, she always knew that he had a woman outside, but she didn't expect him to take it home, all the brewing before, the opening words that wrapped around her lips instantly choked in her throat.

"Huh, this is ......" Luo Shichen's arm was held by a fair-skinned slender hand.

Song Qingge's gaze fell on the woman standing hand in hand with Luo Shichen, who was also wearing a bathrobe, and the tips of her long hair were dripping with water, and the fragrance of the same shower gel as his body came to her face.

As for this face, Song Qingge is no stranger to it, the famous host Dong Congshan, you can often see her beautiful and dignified on TV.

Looking at them in the couple's bathrobes, and the messy big bed behind them, I thought with my toes, and I knew what exercise they were doing just now.

Song Qingge felt disgusted, as usual, she would definitely give Luo Shichen a big slap, and then turn around and leave. But now it was different, she thought about the purpose of her coming, and like other women, she wanted to climb into his bed and get his money, and she was ashamed, and she pulled her coat together.

"Shichen, you have already made an appointment with me," Dong Congshan saw the sexy short skirt in the Qingge coat, and knew the purpose of her coming, so she was coquettish as if no one was around, "Why do you still call others to come?" Well, I don't like to play too complicated. ”

Luo Shichen kissed her waist and kissed her forehead, "Am I that kind of person?"

"Who knows?" Dong Congshan slapped him on the shoulder with disgust, his beautiful eyes flashed slightly, and he glanced at Qingge, "Then who is she?"

"Song Qingge," Luo Shichen said casually, his gaze, looking at Qingge, surprised by her good figure, but suffering from the fact that he was her fiancé, but he had never slept with her.

"Song Qingge, what a familiar name......" Dong Congshan raised his eyebrows and exclaimed, "Your fiancée?"

Fiancee?

"Do you know this?" Luo Shichen playfully stroked Dong Congshan's face.

Song Qingge's face flashed with embarrassment, but she didn't forget the purpose of her coming, and tried to calm herself: "Shichen, I have something to do with you." ”

"Look," Luo Shichen hugged the woman in his arms, "I don't have time to ...... now"

Song Qingge blocked the door that was about to be closed in time, and prayed: "Lend me 30 million ......"

"What are you going to take?" Luo Shichen looked at her.

Song Qingge took a deep breath, "We will announce the wedding news to the public tomorrow, and then hold the wedding." Before Song's accident, he was desperate to marry her, but at this moment, she didn't believe it herself, this could also be used as a bargaining chip to borrow money, but what else did she have besides herself?

Luo Shichen looked at her, she was very beautiful, her figure was also quite good, from the eyes of ordinary men, it was indeed a rare stunner, but now, this stunner was a hot potato, his father repeatedly warned him that she would never touch it, so he mocked, "Wedding? What a joke! Do you still think you are the high-minded Miss Song? Don't you know that the Song family is about to go bankrupt? You are about to become a debt-ridden pauper! I will marry you? Or is it the Song family's debt?"

"Shichen," Song Qingge's eyes were faintly astringent, if there was no way out, why did she need to beg him in such a low voice, "Help me," Once, didn't he love her so much that he was crazy? But in a blink of an eye......

"You're not leaving?" Luo Shichen looked at her flirtatiously, "Dressed so sexy, is it...... You want to stay and play with us......"

"Uh-huh, Shichen," Dong Congshan coquettishly, "Don't, I don't want to play that...... It's disgusting......"

"Don't worry, baby," Luo Shichen smiled, and said sarcastically, "Just her, I still think it smells fishy when she gave it to me for nothing, I'm only interested in you now," that hand pulled Dong Congshan's bathrobe open without hesitation, and buried it with his head lowered.

"Shichen, isn't it too much for you to be like this? She is your fiancée after all. Dong Congshan raised his head back, revealing a victor's smile,

"Fiancée, hehe, not tomorrow!"

With a restrictive picture, the door slowly closes.