Chapter 844 Warm as spring

He actually said he was a big-tailed wolf?

Song Haixing suppressed her anger. Although Wang Zheng is beating and scolding her now, she has no qualification to fight back. Her life has been pinched in the hands of others. What else does she want?

"What exactly do you want?" Song Haixing bit his lip: "As long as it's not public, you can let me do anything."

"Realally, you can do anything?" Wang Zheng's words seemed to have a deep meaning, and the corners of his mouth slightly pulled out a playful arc.

Looking at Wang Zheng's eyes, Song Haixing seemed to have grasped the straw of hope. She looked down at her chest. It had just been a long time and looked snow-white and spectacular. She thought that this was a great ** force for men.

Of course, Song Haixing's reason for doing such an operation was thanks to Wang Zheng. If he hadn't cut his shoulder strap in full view and exposed his silicone chest pads, she would not have had the idea of surgery.

Song Haixing raised his head and regained some confidence: "Yes, you can do anything, including me."

"Inclusion you?" Wang Zheng's sarcastic eyes instantly turned into contempt: "To be honest, I'm really not interested in a second Miss Song family who has had a miscarriage. I still want to live a few more years. I don't want to get any disease and die young."

"You..."

Wang Zheng's language is also extremely vicious, but Song Haixing has to put up with it. She blushed and felt that she was about to vomit blood.

"Now, do you agree that we can find a room for a private chat for a while?" Wang Zheng said with a slight smile.

"Good." Song Haixing nodded. She had no choice now.

Two hours later, Wang Zheng stood up and left, and Song Haixing, who was left in the box, looked bleak.

Her face is gray. How can she look complacent before?

That man's condition is like a devil, which makes her unable to bargain at all. Yes, from today on, she has signed a contract with a devil to sell her soul!

Out of the bar, Wang Zheng opened the door, and Song Ziye was still sitting in the co-pilot. Today, she was frightened a lot. If it were an ordinary girl, she would have lost her face, but fortunately, her nerves were more tougher, but her mood was not too high.

Seeing Wang Zheng sitting in, Song Ziye immediately asked, "What did you talk about?"

"Speak while walking." Looking at Song Ziye's nervous expression, Wang Zheng sighed gently and then started the car.

Until now, Song Ziye still has to show mercy to her sister, but it is true. No matter who she is, she can't be so cruel.

"I just slapped her. For this kind of mistake, it can't be a lighter punishment." Wang Zheng narrowed his eyes. Although Song Haixing had no IQ, she was vicious. This time, she had to be careful that she would bite herself again.

"I know you must have talked to her about some kind of condition." Song Ziye said unbearably, "However, I prefer to give her a chance to correct her mistakes. After all, she is still so young."

"Young doesn't mean you can make mistakes. That's not the reason." Wang Zheng shook his head, and the onlookers were clear. Standing in his position, it was easier to see the true face of Song Haixing.

In fact, the most terrible thing is this kind of stupid woman. She obviously has no tricks, but she has to pretend to be very calculating and think about the consequences too simply. She is not afraid of anything and can do anything.

"Where are we going now? Send you home?"

"Let's go to Qiaochuan South. I don't want to go home." Song Ziye leaned his head against the car window, and there was an unspeakable fatigue in his voice, "Will you accompany me tonight, okay?"

"Good."

Near the end of the year, there are fewer and fewer vehicles on the streets of the capital. Those who are drifting in the capital have rushed back to their hometown by train. It is not easy for them to get together with their families and speak their hearts for only a few days a year.

Due to the lack of vehicles on the road, Wang Zheng's speed is also very fast. It didn't take long to get to the downstairs of Qiaochuan South.

Song Ziye's exclusive room is on the top floor. A few months ago, Wang Zheng and Song Ziye fought all night in the private swimming pool on this rooftop, from the pool to the rubber raft to the shore. While fighting, they looked at the night view of the capital. The extremely bloody scene is still vivid, but unfortunately, now The weather is so cold that the water in the swimming pool has already been emptied.

"I'm tired. Can you hold me to sleep tonight?" Song Ziye rarely looks like a little girl: "Don't let go all night."

Wang Zheng nodded and then shook his head again: "I promise I won't do anything. With such a big beauty in my arms, I can only be worse than a beast."

Wang Zheng also understood that after this great change, Song Ziye must not be in the mood to do that kind of thing. The reason why he said this was to ease the atmosphere and create a little relaxed atmosphere.

Entering Song Ziye's suite, Wang Zheng couldn't help but remember the first time he opened a room with Song Ziye in a northwest border town. It had been so long, and the room was very warm. Song Ziye took off his coat outside and exposed the Vasachi professional suit inside.

"Are you in uniform**?" Song Ziye's figure can't be stopped at all, and it looks more and more charming under the light. Wang Zheng couldn't help saying.

"I'll take a shower first." Song Ziye glanced at Wang Zheng. For some reason, he and himself were destined to be enemies, but Song Ziye still wanted to get closer to him.

Wang Zheng really didn't do anything worse than beasts. When Song Ziye was taking a shower, he didn't go in for the first time. Maybe he wanted to leave room for Song Ziye to be alone and recover.

After Song Ziye finished washing, more than half an hour later, she came out in a simple white nightdress with red eyes. She should have cried just now.

Seeing this, Wang Zheng couldn't help sighing. Everyone has their own weakness, and Song Ziye is no exception. The wound caused by this injury will definitely not heal for a while.

"You can also go to wash it. I'll go to bed first."

Wang Zheng could only watch Song Ziye, who was wearing only a nightdress, shrink his body into the quilt.

The man's shower has always been very fast. Five minutes later, Wang Zheng walked out of the bathroom. He can't stay in it for too long. Yes, this bathroom has just been used by Song Ziye, and there are still the close-fitting clothes she changed in the basket beside the wall. If a man had been here, I'm afraid his nose would have had been bleeding long.

After wiping his body, Wang Zheng came out with a bath towel around his waist. Song Ziye sat at the head of the bed and his eyes flowed like water. Although the cold wind roared outside, the room was as warm as spring.