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

Chapter 248 The Notorious Two-Faced Fairy 11

On the other side, Qing Wan, who had eaten and drunk her fill, took a shower and lay down on the bed, as lazy as a beautiful and expensive cat, her charming and seductive eyes narrowed in comfort.

She lay in the soft bed for a while before taking out her cell phone to take a look. Ever since she hung up on Tan Yu in the afternoon, she had muted her phone.

Now when I open it, I see all kinds of messages, most of which are from Tan Yu and Mu Ping. It goes without saying that they must be so angry about finding the luggage that they want to call and curse.

The rest are from unfamiliar numbers, and there are also many messages from friends, all of whom are classmates I met today.

Seeing those applications, Qing Wan just remembered——

It seemed that she had never accepted Song Jingheng's friend request.

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The unlit room was dark and silent, and the tightly drawn curtains prevented even the moonlight from peeking in.

In the silence that was so dull that it was almost suffocating, the mobile phone in Song Jingheng's hand was the only source of light.

The mobile page has hardly changed and is still stuck at the friend request page.

For a full six hours and forty-five minutes, he didn't wait for her to pass.

fraud.

Song Jingheng lowered his eyes expressionlessly and turned off his phone. In the darkness, everything he had seen in the previous surveillance video appeared in his mind again.

She also knew Zhuang He, and accepted his kindness, and reluctantly became his neighbor.

Even through the camera, one can still sense the vague ambiguity.

The bloody jealousy was like a sharp blade, cutting Song Jingheng's breath inch by inch.

His eyelashes trembled slightly for a long time, then he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the computer.

Since Zhuang He can do it, why can't he?

Beautiful treasures are always coveted by evil dragons, so he should protect her, right?

Since we want to protect her, it is only natural to know her movements at all times, monitor her actions, and avoid all dangers.

As if he had found a legitimate reason for his secret desire, Song Jingheng's pupils suddenly dilated with excitement, and a strange arc appeared at the corners of his lips.

So two hours later, he stood at Qing Wan's door.

It is now two o'clock in the morning. The already quiet environment is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop. The camera that originally glowed with a faint red light has now turned off its light and sunk into the night.

With each breath, the dull heartbeat grew louder and louder, as if it was shattering the ribs in the chest.

Song Jingheng swallowed his dry throat and his eyes fell on the smart door lock in front of him. It was a piece of cake for him to unlock this thing.

A minute later, with a "click", the door was pushed open by him.

At that moment, the blood in Song Jingheng's heart seemed to flow faster, and a dark frenzy burst out.

Just a look.

He told himself this.

However, after he stepped through the door and smelled the rich scent of peony, his originally tense rationality quickly collapsed.

Scarlet bloodshot appeared at the corners of his eyes, and he breathed in lightly as if he couldn't help it, and a blush spread across his white jade-like cheeks.

I went straight to the room with the strongest smell, and sure enough, she didn't even lock her bedroom.

Too little vigilance.

What if it wasn’t him but someone else who came in tonight?

Song Jingheng's breathing was slightly cold. He clenched the bag in his hand, gently pushed open the door and walked in.

In the dim light, the steady breathing showed no sign of waking up, but Song Jingheng was still worried, so he unscrewed the glass bottle, stood by the bed and gently dripped the liquid on the pillow where Qing Wan was lying on her side.

The liquid was highly volatile and was right next to Qing Wan's nose. After a while, her breathing became noticeably steadier.

Song Jingheng half-knelt down only after the liquid there evaporated completely. His hot breath and the rich peony fragrance entangled together, like falling sparks, a prairie fire that burned away the only bit of restraint he had left.

"……Baby."

He panted and kissed the small mole on the corner of her eye, his tense back even trembling slightly with excitement.

Originally, it was just a brief taste, but because desire opened the cracks, all the stored desires burst out in an instant.

The little mole at the corner of Qingwan's eye was kissed by him until it turned red, and her pretty and charming face was filled with passion, which made Song Jingheng more and more obsessed.

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The next morning, Qingwan woke up as if she hadn't noticed anything. She got up as usual and prepared to go to school.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, she stretched towards the air conditioner after getting out of bed. Her nightgown was short to begin with, and she couldn't cover much when she stretched out her hand.

The white and tender roundness is looming, like some kind of ambiguous tease.

He glanced at her calmly with his eyelids lowered, a wicked smile flashed across Qing Wan's eyes. He didn't care about the shoulder strap slipping down and went straight to the bathroom to wash up.

She didn't sleep at all last night, one reason was that the drug had no effect on her at all, and the other reason was that she had guessed that Song Jingheng could not hold back and would definitely do something.

So I was not surprised that he visited at night, and even less surprised that he installed a hidden camera.

After all, Hongyu’s abnormality has not been a one-day or two-day thing.

Fortunately, he still had some bottom line and did not install a camera in the bathroom.

Qing Wan would allow him to do this, which of course was out of bad intentions, and she wanted to make things difficult for others.

The smile on her lips was playful and mischievous. She pretended to know nothing and walked towards the bed while taking off her nightgown bit by bit...

At the same time, on the other side, Song Jingheng, who was staring at the computer screen, had his ears flushed. When he realized what she was going to do, he quickly looked away.

But the volume of the connected headphones was turned up to the highest level, and any movement was amplified countless times.

Charming and graceful, erotic and vulgar.

The continuous panting sounds hit Song Jingheng's heart, making his scalp numb and his spine tremble. Finally, he couldn't help turning his head, and the moment he saw the scene clearly, a hot current rushed into his nose.

His pupils shrank suddenly with shame, and he suddenly covered his bleeding nose and stood up. After staggering for a while, he quickly rushed to the bathroom.

This is ridiculous, how can this be possible...

Today's History of Architecture class was scheduled for the first period in the morning, but Professor Song, who was always known for his punctuality and rigor, was ten minutes late.

The moment he stepped into the classroom, all the eyes focused on Qing Wan finally shifted to Song Jingheng.

Including Qing Wan, she also lazily opened her eyelids, and looked at Song Jingheng with a smile for a second through her rustic and huge black-framed glasses.

The other person looked away quickly as if he was burned by fire. When he lowered his head to turn the page of a book, the tips of his ears turned red as if blood was about to drip out.