Villain: Madam, would you like to dine with me tonight?

The location of the Red Mansion is very good, but Song Qingcheng's apartment is not luxurious.

IKEA style, minor and fresh, simple, refined, neat and clean.

If the password hadn't been correct, Cao Bin would have even suspected that this woman worth tens of billions had made a mistake and teased him.

"The body is as soft as a ball of cotton. I didn't expect it to be quite heavy."

Putting Song Qingcheng on the bed, Cao Bin already had sesame beads of sweat on his forehead.

Help her take off her high heels, her long legs are in black stockings, and her subconscious squeezing her feet makes people blush.

The hazy scenery at the slit of the cheongsam also makes people's blood rush faster.

It is coquettish to make people want to sleep, and it is coquettish to make people want to love.

There is only one word difference, but the core is nothing more than the word "sleep".

The difference is whether you sleep once or twice or sleep for a lifetime.

The two contradictory aspects seem to be present in this woman.

Song Qingcheng is not the kind of woman with a skinny body, and her temptation is far beyond that of a white-bone spirit.

Not too thin, but not a trace of fat is visible, and every bit of those soft and waxy fats is just right.

For example, having a raised butt, and being a football star like Su Su.

Cao Bin understood this very well when he remembered it. She could also be called Song Yourong.

It can be said that it is difficult for any man to have other thoughts when seeing her.

just now...

"I don't believe you would be so generous."

Cao Bin sneered and covered Song Qingcheng with a blanket as his last act of tenderness.

When the door of the room was closed, Song Qingcheng, who seemed to have fallen asleep at the mercy of Jun, suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were like moonlight, as clear as snow.

She was surprised that the gentleman Cao Bin left.

The woman is [-] percent drunk and will act until you cry!

Maybe she was pretending to be tired, but she fell asleep soon after.

Cao Bin did not leave.

When things are done, to take off one's clothes and hide one's merits and fame is a self-motivated approach. Smart people always leave their names behind when doing good deeds.

Not to mention how moved you are, at least it makes you embarrassed to remember this feeling.

To prevent this woman from waking up in the morning and not admitting her guilt, Cao Bin decided to spend the night on the sofa in the living room.

Even before going to bed, she cooked porridge using Song Qingcheng's purple clay pot using local ingredients.

Four in the morning.

Song Qingcheng, who was sober, went out to drink water and saw Cao Bin sleeping soundly on the sofa.

"You didn't leave?"

At that moment, Song Qingcheng couldn't even explain it, but she felt a little warm in her heart.

Thinking of what this guy had done to cover her with a quilt before, she turned around and went back to the house to cover him with a blanket.

"Are you sober, Mr. Song?"

"You... I'm sorry for disturbing your rest." Song Qingcheng's voice was a little warmer, no longer as businesslike and cold as before.

Cao Bin rubbed his eyes: "Mr. Song, you are too polite. This is what your family is sorry for."

"Why didn't you leave last night?"

"Send Buddha to the West. I see that you are so drunk. You are afraid that you will wake up in the middle of the night and vomit and choke yourself, so you just stay here all night. Mr. Song shouldn't mind if I occupy your sofa, right?"

After yawning, Cao Bin opened his mouth.

Sure enough, Song Qingcheng's eyes softened a lot after hearing this.

"Thank you, I'm fine now, why don't you go in and lie down for a while."

"Mr. Song is so generous? Let a man you have only known for less than a day enter your bedroom?"

"Let's not talk about the bedroom. I haven't been to this house for a year. I usually only have my aunt clean and dust it every three days, so to me there is no difference between this place and a fast hotel."

really!

It is impossible for a woman like Song Qingcheng to bring a strange man home directly after being drunk.

"Then I won't dare to go in."

Cao Bin laughed and said, "I can't afford to offend a woman who hides a knife under her pillow. I'm afraid you'll castrate me with a knife when I go in!"

"!!!"

Song Qingcheng's eyes narrowed and he was immediately relieved.

"No wonder I was so honest last night. You saw me."

The previous gentleness was gone, and Danfeng's eyes became sharp: "Don't worry, Master Cao, it won't be a big deal if I castrate you. At most, I'll stab you in the heart, and your whole body will be left."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, how cruel, indeed the most poisonous woman's heart!"

"There is nothing we can do. In this world where people cannibalize women, if they had not been more ruthless, their bones would have been chewed to pieces."

"It is."

Looking up again, Song Qingcheng had a pistol in his hand.

The muzzle of the gun was pressed against Cao Bin's head.

"Now that we have finished talking, please tell me, Master Cao, how much do you know about my brother?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's true that a woman's heart is as deep as the bottom of her heart, and she can fall out faster than she can read a book!"

"Say!" Song Qingcheng shouted coldly and scolded Duo!

Cao Bin stood up: "What if I don't!"

"Believe it or not, I'll shoot you down right now!"

"Come! Shoot here." Cao Bin held her hand and moved the muzzle of the gun from her forehead to the heart of her chest.

"Can't bear to part with it? Let me count to three. If you don't dare, then put this cold thing away. One, two, three!"

Reed!

With a backhand clasp, Cao Bin grabbed the gun with his bare hands at lightning speed and caught Song Qingcheng off guard.

"you…!"

"It's useless to give you a chance."

Cao Bin pointed his gun at Song Qingcheng and pulled the trigger without any hesitation!

pat!

Blue flames erupted from the muzzle, but unfortunately no bullets flew out.

It turned out to be a lighter.

Song Qingcheng's face turned pale, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward. This bastard really dared to shoot. If it was true, then I...

On the other hand, Cao Bin smiled with amusement on his face: "It's cool for a beautiful woman to play with a gun. But what's the point of a lighter! I have a gun too. Compared to the cold lighter, my gun is already full of heat, Mr. Song Do you want to try it?"

"Get out of here immediately!"

"Is this unbearable?"

"Get lost!" Song Qingcheng was really angry.

"It's rude to come and go without reciprocating. I never take advantage of others, but I will never suffer a loss!"

Snapped!

Cao Bin slapped Song Qingcheng's cheongsam-clad buttocks.

"This is the interest you paid for using me as a shield last night. Think carefully about Mr. Song. I'll leave the phone on the table. If you think about it, remember to treat me to breakfast tomorrow~"

"you…!"

Cao Bin slipped away very quickly.

Song Qingcheng gritted her teeth, her buttocks felt strangely like ants crawling.

"Miss~" A figure came in from the balcony outside the window like a ghost.

The wave on her chest and the cold face of Bingshan is a woman.

"This kid is disrespectful to you. I'm going to ask him what he knows and make him disappear."

"No!" Song Qingcheng stopped.

"Why? No stinky man has ever dared to do this to you, I..."

"He is really Cao Song's son. If he dies in Jiangnan, I will be in constant trouble."

"But miss, that boy just..."

Song Qingcheng waved her hand.

"Young boy, I can understand that I am a young man, but the tofu made by me, Song Qingcheng, is not so delicious. Go and inform Su Pengcheng, saying that the Rubik's Cube Temple cannot accommodate his daughter's giant Buddha, and he will be killed by a man named Cao Bin. The kid ran away and left it to his own devices, remember, don’t mention that Cao Bin is Cao Song’s son and just say his origins are unknown!”

"understand!"

The cold-faced woman understood instantly and disappeared into the darkness.

"Let Su Pengcheng test your skills. If you want to make a deal with me, you have to prove that you are qualified."

Song Qingcheng's eyes flickered, but there was still a look of sullenness on her face.

He picked up the note number on the table and crumpled it into a ball, about to throw it into the trash can. When he looked up, he saw the purple clay pot on the kitchen stove.

"???"

She walked over and opened the lid. The hot air hit her face, and the eight-treasure porridge was fragrant and fragrant.

There was even sugar prepared on the side.

After sobering up in the middle of the night with an empty stomach, Song Qingcheng swallowed with intention and moved her index finger.

"There is no food at home, so he went to the supermarket downstairs at midnight last night?"

Weiming's warmth confused her heart: "What kind of person is this bastard?"

After hesitating for a long time, she finally took out her mobile phone and made a call.

"Miss~?"

"Come back first and put the matter with Su Pengcheng aside for now."

"Yes!"

downstairs.

Cao Bin is in a good mood.

He didn't believe that Song Qingcheng would be embarrassed to eat alone when he saw the pot of eight-treasure porridge tomorrow morning!

"I always feel like I've forgotten something."

Cao Bin scratched his head.

"What~"

"not good!"

He suddenly realized: "Fuck, Bai Xiaochun and Su Su are still in Song Qingcheng's car!"

Su Su:...(??v?v??)...