The door was completely opened, and a trace of dark tide light in the house fell at her feet, and Chu Ying subconsciously retreated, which is the survival instinct of human beings.

But as a prey, there are thousands of cliffs in front of her and behind her.

Appreciating her embarrassment and fear became Song Yong's preference, and he woke up, the sleepiness did not dissipate in his eyes, leaning against the door with his shoulders, staring at Chu Ying without saying a word.

Chu Ying held the hanger, hugged the suit wrapped in a sealed bag, and plucked up the courage to step forward, "The suit you want." ”

Song Yong didn't answer, and leaned sideways, "Take it in." ”

The gate was on the edge of a cliff, and if you entered, you might be humiliated.

"Take it in yourself, I'll have to get busy."

Song Yong had his back to the light, his outline was hidden in the light, his expression was very blurry, and he couldn't see clearly, "I said, take it in." ”

It's the same thing.

There seems to be no other choice.

Chu Ying lowered her head and walked past him, at such a close distance, you could smell the smell on his body, it was clean and refreshing, dyed with some warmth.

In just a moment, the smell was gone.

The curtains inside the house are only half covered, and the other half of the floor-to-ceiling windows are huge, and the sky outside the window is gray, this is the most expensive residence in the entire Zhongzhou area, standing in front of the window, you can overlook the central building in the haze.

Chu Ying lowered her head and walked to the sofa and asked solemnly, "Where should I put the suit?" ”

Song Yong didn't look at her much, as if he was treating a stranger, but he made up his mind to make it difficult to the end, "Open it and hang it on the hanger in the bedroom." ”

At this point, what can you do if you don't listen to him?

Removing the packaging and following Song Yong with his clothes, he walked into the bedroom, Chu Ying followed in, hung up his clothes, and was about to leave, when the shadow behind him suddenly covered him.

She didn't dare to move.

Song Yong stretched out one arm and rubbed past her waist, this posture always happened when the mood was ambiguous, he either held her waist or legs, and then sank together.

But this time, he just rolled up the sleeves of his suit and said dissatisfiedly: "What's the wrinkle?" ”

"It could be ...... on the road"

"Iron."

didn't listen to her explanation, Song Yong ordered directly.

Chu Ying fell into silence, not knowing how to deal with it, he was so embarrassed, he deliberately called her over, it was nothing more than a grudge.

Just let him out of this bad breath.

With this in mind, Chu Ying nodded and agreed, "I'm sorry, is there an iron?" ”

"In the drawer, find it yourself."

Song Yong took his hand away, only left this sentence, and went to the cloakroom, and when he came over after changing his clothes, Chu Ying was kneeling on the carpet, looking for an iron in the last row of drawers.

She didn't change her uniform in the store, she was still wearing her own clothes.

Yesterday, I knelt on my knees, for fear of affecting the appearance, I deliberately wore black stockings to cover it, and the skirt was knee-high, so I knelt and lay with my back to it, and the advantages of my figure were infinitely magnified.

Coupled with her ruddy complexion, she should be looking for a man to moisturize these days.

Thinking of this, Song Yong's tone was lower and colder, "Did I say it was in this drawer?" ”

Chu Ying turned around, and the tail of her hair fell into the furrow on her chest.

Song Yong opened the drawer of the cabinet next to him expressionlessly, and the iron was placed inside, "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry." ”

"Okay."

Chu Ying's face does not change color, and service comes first.

Turning on the iron and flattening the suit, she learned all these trainings, she moved quickly, checked back and forth after ironing, and went out with a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no problem.

"Mr. Song, the suit is ironed, I will go back first if there is nothing else, you can contact us if you have other needs."

These words are thoughtful and decent, but they are detached.

Song Yong put down the milk cup and didn't let Chu Ying go so simply, "Come here." ”

Chu Ying took a step back and didn't pass.

"I have something else to use, won't you take note of it?"

When it comes to work, she will reluctantly give in, "You say, I remember." ”

"Hands."

“…… What? ”

"Hand, take it."

Song Yong was sitting, she was standing, but his sneering gaze made her bow his head to him, and involuntarily handed her hand over, Song Yong grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her knees on the carpet.

His fingertips rubbed against the back of Chu Ying's hand, "Why don't you apply medicine, does it still hurt?" ”

The hot water was poured by him on her own hands, and he asked if it hurt again.

"It doesn't matter." Chu Ying moved.

"Don't move."

Digging some medicine with the tip of her ring finger, Song Yong smeared it on the back of her hand, the force was very light, and the faint smell of the ointment dispelled a little cold.

In the process of applying the medicine, Chu Ying moved up to look at him, but after a few months, he has changed a lot, his eyebrows are sharper, his temperament is more awe-inspiring, and he doesn't see the slightest softness.

After smearing, Song Yong and Chu Ying's eyes met, "I scared you yesterday, right?" ”

“…… Not. ”

"Really?"

He smiled, but the bottom of his eyes was bottomless cold, he reached out and took the milk on the table, raised it, and buckled it upside down, so that the white mellow milk flowed down Chu Ying's hair, her face was wet, and her makeup was spent, magnifying her embarrassment and helplessness.

Chu Ying's shoulders shrank and shook, and she wanted to withdraw her hand, but her fingertips were pinched, and her chin was raised. Die well. ”

Thinking that she would be humiliated, poured hot water, and poured milk, she suffered it all, but her father was different.

"You can get angry as much as you want, don't mention my dad."

Song Yong's smile was warm and ruthless, "Does your father know that his daughter is a prostitute bitch?" ”

Chu Ying's eyelashes were wet with milk, her eyelids blinked stickily, and she looked unyielding, "I was sorry for you before, what do you want, I have no complaints." ”

These words couldn't cause Song Yong's fluctuations, "Who do you think you are, and it's worth my time to deal with?" ”

"And what did you call me for?"

"Appreciation."

Appreciate the downfall and bowing of the head of the betrayer, that's all.

For this woman, on the day the scam was revealed, Song Yong had no love, and now he just fell into the well, he patted Chu Ying's face, "Didn't Song Boyu give you money?" Why do you still live like this? Are you worthy of the deception you have orchestrated? ”

"What did I lie?"

She still dared to ask.

Song Yong seemed to smile, "Also, you just sold yourself to bury your father, and you can be considered a filial daughter if you go back thousands of years." ”

Knowing where the poke would make Chu Ying hurt, he worked hard to stimulate her.

Chu Ying's eyes were stubborn, "I said, I didn't-"

Too lazy to listen to her nonsense, Song Yong dragged her chin and pushed it back, she hit the coffee table, the milk jug was knocked over and shattered, the fragments pierced into her palm, and the hot milk burned her skin.

It's a mix of red and white, and it's dirty.

Song Yong won't feel sorry for her anymore, "The ground is all soiled by you, clean it up and leave." ”

Chu Ying didn't complain, buried herself in cleaning the ground, and Song Yong sat back, taking in the scene of her weakness and bullying.

The ground hadn't been cleaned up yet, the doorbell rang, Song Yong didn't want to pay attention to it, but the bell rang endlessly, and after a while, the voice came in, "Song Yong, I know you're inside, open the door!" ”