Villain: Madam, Would You Like To Sleep With Me Tonight?

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.

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

Just at this moment...

"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 70 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 o'clock 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 even 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."

"That's true."

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 will kill you with one shot 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.

"Reluctance? I'll count to three. If you don't dare, then put away this cold thing, one, two, three!"

歘!

Clasping his wrist with his backhand, Cao Bin snatched the gun with his bare hands and hit Song Qingcheng by surprise.

"you…!"

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

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

Snap!

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

It turned out that it was 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’s smiling face was full of amusement: “It’s cool for a beautiful woman to play with a gun. But what’s the point of a lighter! Well, I have a gun too. Compared to the cold lighter, would Mr. Song try mine? "

"Get out of here immediately!"

"Can't you stand this?"

"Get out!" Song Qingcheng was really angry.

"It's not rude to come and go, I never take advantage of others, but I will never suffer!"

Snapped!

Cao Bin slapped Song Qingcheng's buttocks wrapped in a cheongsam.

"This is the interest you used me as a shield last night. Think about Mr. Song carefully. I will 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 seemed to be crawling like ants.

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

With waves on her chest and a cold face, Bingshan is a woman.

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

"No need!" Song Qingcheng stopped.

"Why? No smelly man has ever dared to treat you like this, I..."

"He is really Cao Song's son. If he dies in the south of the Yangtze River, I will be in constant trouble."

"But miss, that kid just..."

Song Qingcheng waved his hand.

"Maotou boy, it's understandable if you have a strong blood, but my tofu from Song Qingcheng is not so delicious. You go to inform Su Pengcheng, and say that the Rubik's Cube Temple is too small to accommodate his daughter's big Buddha, and you will be punished by a man named Cao Bin." Let him run away, remember, don't mention that Cao Bin is Cao Song's son and say that his origin is unknown!"

"clear!"

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

"Let Su Pengcheng test your depth. If you want to make a deal with me, you have to prove that you have the qualifications."

Song Qingcheng's eyes flickered, but his face was still sullen.

Picking up the sticky note number on the table and kneading it into a ball, it was about to be thrown into the trash can, but when I looked up, I saw the purple clay pot on the kitchen stove.

"???"

She walked over and opened the cover, and the steam was hot, and the eight-treasure porridge was full of fragrance.

There is even sugar prepared on the side.

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

"There are no ingredients at home, and he went to the supermarket downstairs in the middle of the night last night?"

Weiming's warmth confuses 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, let's put aside the matter of looking for Su Pengcheng for now."

"yes!"

downstairs.

Cao Bin is in a good mood.

He didn't believe it, Song Qingcheng saw that pot of eight-treasure porridge tomorrow morning, so he was ashamed to eat it alone!

"I always feel like I'm forgetting 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: ...(｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡) ...