Quick Wear: Everyone dislikes you, but you are always coveted by the boss

Chapter 263 The Notorious Two-Faced Fairy 26

After hesitating for a long time, Qing Wan finally arrived at Song Jingheng's house.

He did not live in the main house of the Song family, but in a rather quiet villa area. The privacy here was very strong. The villas were far apart and separated by gardens and woods.

Qing Wan could clearly feel that the closer they got to his house, the tenser his body became. He seemed nervous, but the black mist wrapped around the ends of her hair was joyful and twisted with excitement.

Holding down the black mist that kept trying to get under her collar, she got out of the car with her cell phone and looked at the villa standing in front of her.

Exquisite and brilliant, large patches of peony flowers sway in the breeze. As the sun sets, the "nest" in the afterglow conceals all danger and filth, just like its owner, covered with a beautiful disguise.

Qing Wan seemed to know nothing and walked into the villa as Song Jingheng opened the door.

"Click."

The sound of the door being locked seemed inexplicably abrupt and strange. Qing Wan was not surprised at all, but when she turned around and looked at Song Jingheng, there was a hint of strangeness in her expression.

"Why is the door locked?"

The lights in the villa had not been turned on yet, so Song Jingheng's eyes and eyebrows were sunken in the shadows at the entrance. It was impossible to tell what his emotions were. He just explained in a gentle tone: "Didn't you say that many people want to hurt you? It's safer to lock the door from the inside."

As he spoke, he slowly walked out from the shadows, his enchanting long eyes were calm and restrained, and he was as elegant and rigorous as ever.

"Although the security here is very good, I can't be sure that these people are not in that group. It's too dangerous outside. I will take you away after the matter is resolved, okay?"

Qing Wan seemed a little hesitant. Song Jingheng's eyes were dark and he gently lowered his eyelashes. He took two steps forward and hugged her in his arms. He buried his head in her neck and breathed insecurely, his tone mixed with a bit of fear.

"There are too many people in the school, and there is no way to guarantee your safety. And Lu Jinan is such a paranoid person, he will definitely use any means to harass you, and he might even do something outrageous."

Song Jingheng seemed to be frightened by his own guess, and could not help but tighten his strength a little, and his voice trembled a little.

"Nothing can happen to you."

As if afraid that Qing Wan would refuse, he continued to assure her, "It will only take a day or two. I will resolve all the dangers. I will ask for leave for you for these two days, okay?"

At the end, he even sounded pleading.

Professor Song, who has always been cold, upright, serious and self-disciplined, would undoubtedly make anyone feel pity for him for his humble appearance in love.

Except for the evil succubus.

She closed her eyes casually, with a meaningful smile on her lips. She reached out and rubbed Song Jingheng's head randomly, saying perfunctorily, "Let's talk about it later."

Pretending not to notice his slightly changed mood, Qing Wan pushed him away. It was now the height of summer and she had been working non-stop today, making her feel sticky and uncomfortable.

So she turned to Song Jingheng and asked for a set of thin pajamas and prepared to take a shower.

The latter's eyes, which had been somewhat gloomy at first, suddenly brightened up a bit, and he quickly found a set of clothes that he often wore from the cloakroom.

When he thought about Qing Wan wearing his clothes, he was so excited that his fingertips were numb. He suppressed his breath and gasped a few times. When he took the pajamas and went out, his cheeks flushed and he looked like he was shy.

"I'm sorry, because I lived alone before, and there are no women's pajamas at home. You can wear mine first."

Song Jingheng seemed a little embarrassed, his fingertips were trembling slightly, and he added an explanation, "They were just washed, they are very clean."

How could Qing Wan not know what he was thinking? But it was so interesting to see him forbearing and not daring to express himself, especially when he was teased to the point of about exploding but didn't dare to. It made the wicked little succubus feel itchy and wanted to bully him even more.

So she pretended not to care, and when she took his pajamas and walked into the bathroom, she took off his clothes and threw them outside.

Listening to the sudden heavy breathing, Qing Wan, who had her back to the crowd, curled the corners of her lips quietly, then she locked the bathroom door with a click.

Is this over?

not at all.

The shower was turned on, and the sound of water dripping could be heard. The mist quickly spread throughout the bathroom, and the black mist mixed in with it went up along her ankles and climbed all the way to her lips, until she bit it, and then it trembled suddenly and stopped doing evil.

Song Jingheng, who was standing on the other side of the door, suddenly shrank his pupils, groaned, and almost couldn't stand steadily. His hot breath dragged down his few rational thoughts. His eyes were full of water, and his trembling eyes finally fell on the pile of clothes...

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In the cloakroom, with those rapidly panting "baby", all the obscene and sticky sounds finally died down, only the heavy breathing of the dying person continued in the ambiguity.

Song Jingheng, curled up in the corner, looked disheveled, his face buried in his green clothes, sweat all over, and his thick Adam's apple kept sliding up and down.

His shirt was full of wrinkles, his tie was loose, and his collar was torn into a mess. He looked decadent and ridiculous.

"Good boy..."

His long, wet eyes were filled with morbid obsession, and his shattered expression didn't look like the upright and cold professor at all.

However, while he was still indulging in the rich peony scent, the screen of his mobile phone, which had been carefully placed aside, suddenly lit up.

Song Jingheng lazily lifted his eyelids and took a look. After seeing the caller ID clearly, his red lips curled up in a mocking arc.

It’s Zhuang He.

He had already made several calls in a row, but Song Jingheng just saw it now.

The person on the other end was obviously going crazy with anxiety. As soon as the call was connected, he yelled in a barely noticeable crying voice: "Where are you? What took you so long to answer the phone? Is there something wrong?"

Song Jingheng's eyes flashed with a layer of coldness when he heard the words. He rubbed Qingwan's clothes lovingly, and his tone was neither light nor heavy.

"She's fine."

Zhuang He was silent for a moment, then he suddenly raised his voice as if coming to his senses: "Ah Heng?"

"Why is Tan Qi's phone in your possession? Where is she?"

Song Jingheng's face flushed, but the malice in his smile was so strange and bloody that he looked like an evil ghost. He responded nonchalantly.

"Sorry, she's in the shower and can't answer the phone right now. What can I do for you?"

These words hit Zhuang He's heart like a dull punch. His original anxiety was immediately poured with a bucket of cold water, and even his breathing seemed to be chilled.

The hoarse voice asked with difficulty: "What is your relationship with her?"

Song Jingheng, who had been waiting for this sentence, had his lips curved a little deeper strangely, and replied: "She is my girlfriend, what's wrong? Oh, by the way, she will not live in the house over there anymore."

"You ask why?" Song Jingheng chuckled, his face full of happiness and intoxication, and the excitement hidden in his voice was creepy.

"Of course it's because she wants to be with me forever. You probably don't know that my sweet baby can't leave me, not even for a second. We can only survive together."