flstandardbreds Chapter 220 Ling Sheng: Are You Going to Give Up on Me?
Chapter 220 Ling Sheng: Are You Going to Give Up on Me?
I bumped into someone as soon as I stepped out the door.
Song Nanxi pulled Yan Xingxue back and looked up.
Yan Xingxue's bodyguard quickly helped him up, though he was immediately brushed aside.
Song Yirou was stunned for a moment, biting her lip and staring at Song Nanxi without saying a word.
Song Nanxi thought to herself, "What bad luck!" and turned away to leave.
"Song Nanxi".
Song Yirou took two steps forward.
"A good dog doesn't block the way."
Song Yirou glanced at Yan Xingxue, who was clinging to Song Nanxi, her jealousy barely concealed. "What's wrong with Teacher Yan?"
"What's it to you?" Song Nanxi chuckled. "Making conversation out of boredom, are we that close?"
Yan Xingxue waved her hand in front of her, as if driving away something dirty.
"Go away, go away, you...you're annoying!"
He just wanted to be alone with Nanxi, so why did someone always have to interfere and disturb them?
"Excuse me, please move aside." Yan Xingxue's bodyguard and assistant walked over at the same time, separating Song Yirou.
Song Yirou could only watch them leave.
The system reminded her: "He's completely under Song Nanxi's thumb now. You need to find a way to change his opinion of you."
Song Yirou was annoyed: "How can I change his mind! Song Nanxi has said so many bad things about me behind my back!"
System: "Do you think those with great fortune are as common as cabbages? If you give them up, you'll only be stuck around ordinary people. I'm asking you, are you willing to accept that?"
The system patiently persuaded, "We're bound together. I was wrong before, but I'll definitely help you from now on. Give it a try."
Song Yirou was persuaded by it.
How could she willingly hand over such a favored son of heaven to Song Nanxi?
Song Nanxi felt that Song Yirou was up to no good. The way she looked at Yan Xingxue was like a monster seeing Tang Sanzang's flesh.
Thinking that her system had to draw power from those with good fortune, Song Nanxi clicked her tongue.
Song Nanxi entered Yan Xingxue's room.
The bodyguards and assistants wisely refrained from going inside.
Song Nanxi pushed his face away, "We're here. How long are you planning to hold me?"
"I don't want to let go," Yan Xingxue said drowsily, gently rubbing against Song Nanxi's neck. Soft strands of hair brushed against her skin, tickling her. "If I let go, you won't want me anymore."
"Yes, that's exactly what I think." Song Nanxi stated directly.
Yan Xingxue was stunned and raised her head blankly.
Her watery eyes quickly filled with tears, "I knew it..."
Song Nanxi sat on the sofa, letting Yan Xingxue hug her.
She asked, "Do you remember what you promised me?"
Yan Xingxue lowered her head again, like a big dog, and snuggled close to Song Nanxi, remaining silent.
Song Nanxi knew he was drunk, but not to the point of being completely unconscious. He was just using his drunkenness to get his way with her.
Her fingers twirled Yan Xingxue's hair. He was going to film a period drama, so he had grown his hair a little longer, and it felt very nice to the touch.
"You say you don't care about titles or status, then Ah Xue, what are you doing now?"
Yan Xingxue lowered her head even further.
Tears soaked Song Nanxi's collar.
Song Nanxi lifted his face, making him look at her, cruelly forcing him to speak, "Speak, Xue."
Yan Xingxue's eyes reddened. "Nanxi, people are all greedy. I couldn't resist..." He hugged Song Nanxi's waist and pressed his face against her leg. "Ling Sheng is always targeting me, acting like the first wife, even though we're all the same..."
They're just lovers who can't be seen in public, so why does he have the right to boss me around?
Just then, the door opened.
Ling Sheng stood at the doorway, shadows covering his face, his expression inscrutable.
He said coolly, "It's a good thing I came, otherwise I really don't know how that green tea bitch would have made fun of me."
Song Nanxi didn't stand with anyone, and casually played with Yan Xingxue's hair.
Yan Xingxue trembled, hugged Song Nanxi even tighter, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't want to be separated from you. I promise I won't make a fuss anymore, okay?"
Even though he really wanted to fight Ling Sheng again, he held back.
"I'll be very good from now on." He carefully raised his eyes, pleading as he held Song Nanxi's fingertips.
“You don’t need to be so humble. Being by my side isn’t something to be proud of.” Song Nanxi touched his face, not refusing, but her tone softened considerably.
Yan Xingxue's eyes lit up. "But I just think Nanxi is great."
This scene was particularly jarring.
Ling Sheng's eyes were red as he placed the hangover medicine he was carrying on the table.
He turned and walked out.
Song Nanxi lazily raised an eyebrow, "Where are you going?"
Ling Sheng pursed his lips, his craving for a cigarette kicking in. He gritted his teeth and replied in a low voice, "Go outside and have some peace and quiet."
Song Nanxi said, "You should go back tomorrow."
Ling Sheng suddenly turned around, his eyes turning cold. "What do you mean?"
She was willing to give Yan Xingxue a chance, but in front of him, she told him to get lost.
"You like Yan Xingxue that much?"
Somewhere under my shirt, a hole that had been drilled before I left hadn't healed yet, and suddenly a sharp pain shot through me.
They were mocking him for all the despicable and shameless things he had done to please some heartless woman.
Song Nanxi was surprised and couldn't understand why he reacted so strongly.
Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed out of the corner of his eye that there was a red stain on the fabric of Ling Sheng's shirt.
She frowned and told Yan Xingxue to let go.
He said to him, "Go wash up yourself, you stink."
Yan Xingxue's expression froze, and she quickly sniffed her cuffs. Did they really smell bad?
Besides the smell of alcohol, there was also a faint scent of perfume.
He was afraid of being disliked by Song Nanxi, so he just wanted to wash himself clean as soon as possible.
Song Nanxi pulled Ling Sheng back to her room.
Ling Sheng's expression was still sour, and he stubbornly said, "Why did you bring me in? It would be better to confront Yan Xingxue in front of her and let your little lover show off."
"What are you going to reveal? Shut up."
Song Nanxi frowned and immediately started tearing off Ling Sheng's clothes.
Ling Sheng froze, instinctively raising his hand to block.
"What are you doing..."
"Take your hand away!"
Song Nanxi's voice turned cold, and before Ling Sheng's brain could even process the command, his hand had already been placed down.
Because his arm was still immobilized, Song Nanxi did not completely remove his clothes. His shirt hung loosely on his arm, revealing his taut muscle lines.
Her honey-colored skin had an oily sheen under the light.
Song Nanxi's gaze was drawn to it.
She looked at the bleeding area and fiddled with the metal nail.
Looking at Ling Sheng, he asked, "What is this?"
Ling Sheng pursed his thin lips and remained silent.
Song Nanxi was speechless and scolded him, "Ling Sheng, you really asked for trouble!"
Last time she thought Ling Sheng was just joking around, but he actually did this terrible thing.
“It’s inflamed,” Song Nanxi realized that she wasn’t completely heartless. At least, seeing Ling Sheng like this, she didn’t feel any schadenfreude. She pulled Ling Sheng to sit down and called Xiao Liu, asking her to go to the pharmacy to buy anti-inflammatory medicine and ointment.
"Where did you get it done? Was it legitimate? Aren't you afraid of getting diseases? Or did you wear it yourself?"