Don't abuse the president, your wife is the real daughter

Chapter 33

Song Chaoyu looked at Zhan Jincheng with a worried face in front of her, feeling uncomfortable in her heart.

What if the mother finds out, the mother can't stand the stimulation, she doesn't want her mother to become painful.

"What are you doing here? Didn't we agree last time that we have nothing to do with it?" Song Chaoyu said coldly.

Her shoulders were trembling, her nerves were still tense, and her eyes were a little erratic, as if she hadn't recovered from the fright.

"You think you look like this, can I not come?" Zhan Jincheng said.

Song Chaoyu pursed his lips and remained silent.

She staggered her eyes and looked elsewhere, but unexpectedly she met the cashier's gaze.

The cashier looked at me with melon eyes, and was suddenly caught by the client, so she had to look down at her mobile phone.

Song Zhaoyu didn't care, and looked elsewhere, but the fear in his heart still didn't dissipate.

Thinking of the man's fierce eyes, cold sweat broke out unconsciously on her back, and her fingers trembled accordingly, unable to escape from the fear.

Zhan Jincheng stretched out his hand to comfort him, but as soon as his hand touched Song Chaoyu's shoulder, Song Chaoyu stepped back a few steps as if frightened, and looked at Zhan Jincheng in horror.

"What are you doing!" Song Chaoyu shouted loudly.

Zhan Jincheng's hand froze in place, and he withdrew his hand.

"Do you think you can rest well with your current state?" Zhan Jincheng said helplessly.

Song Zhaoyu looked at the ground uneasily. The cashier didn't clean it carefully. Looking down, he could still see the oil stains that hadn't been wiped off.

"Even if you can't, so what, it has nothing to do with you." Song Chaoyu said stubbornly.

Zhan Jincheng made a gesture to leave, but seeing Song Chaoyu's expression, he couldn't bear to tease her.

Song Zhaoyu was still in a state of extreme panic. He absolutely couldn't leave her alone. He turned to look at the cashier.

The cashier quickly retracted his gaze.

What happened to these two people?How come you always get caught after watching a play!
"Don't go back to the rental house, I'll arrange a place for you, and you can go home after it's safe." Zhan Jincheng said.

Song Chaoyu looked up at Zhan Jincheng, she didn't need anyone's pity, especially Zhan Jincheng's.

Zhan Jincheng is already engaged to Tang Man, and there is no relationship between them anymore. If the relationship is so unclear, she will look down on Zhan Jincheng, and even more on herself.

"No, I'll just rest here for the night, and you don't need to worry about it." Song Chaoyu said lightly.

It's just that her body language was far less calm than her surface, and because of Zhan Jincheng's presence, she mustered up the courage to look into the darkness.

The man seemed to be aware of the arrival of others, he hid in the darkness and left soon.

Song Chaoyu breathed a sigh of relief.

"I don't need to care? I'm already here, and you say I don't need to care, Song Chaoyu, what am I to you?" Zhan Jincheng asked.

Song Chaoyu was speechless for a moment.

Thinking of the beautiful scene of the two of them in the past, she only felt a throbbing pain in her heart.

She clearly knew that it was absolutely impossible between them, and she knew that it was just a cooperative relationship, but she was tempted.

What was waiting for, Zhan Jincheng got engaged, her enthusiasm was extinguished, and it made her realize that she was a third party, a shady mistress!
"What are you to me? I used to be a patron, but now I'm a stranger." Song Chaoyu said calmly.

Zhan Jincheng grabbed Song Chaoyu's wrist with great strength, and Song Chaoyu felt the pain from his wrist.

It's just this bit of pain, and the heartache that Zhan Jincheng brought to him is nothing but a piece of cake.

"Do you really have to do this?" Zhan Jincheng asked.

Song Chaoyu gave Zhan Jincheng a cold look, and pulled out his wrist forcefully.

"Yes, I would rather die than have anything to do with you. Are you satisfied now?" Song Chaoyu said coldly.

She rubbed her sore wrist, which had begun to turn red.

Although the Song family is poor, their upbringing for Song Chaoyu has never been worse than others.

Song Chaoyu was also a spoiled child, but she lost her father's umbrella and had to be strong.

Zhan Jincheng grabbed Song Chaoyu's wrist again, and looked at Song Zhaoyu with fierce eyes.

"Even if you die, you will die in my hands!"

Song Zhaoyu still wanted to struggle, but Zhan Jincheng dragged her out of the convenience store.

His car was parked at the door, he opened the back seat and threw Song Chaoyu in, and returned to the driver's seat angrily.

The car was speeding on the road at night, Song Chaoyu wanted to talk, but he was afraid of distracting Zhan Jincheng.

Song Chaoyu kept suppressing his emotions, leaning against the car window dissatisfied, unwilling to look at Zhan Jincheng in front of him.

Song Zhaoyu soon fell asleep leaning against the window of the car. It was a bit cold at night, but the heating in the car was sufficient, and Song Zhaoyu was always in a state of high mental tension.

For a while, I realized that I was in a warm and safe space, and quickly let go of my guard.

As soon as his nerves relaxed, he felt tired. Originally, Song Zhaoyu was still trying to cheer up and didn't want to sleep, but he still couldn't resist Zhou Gong's charm.

Zhan Jincheng drove the car into the high-end residential area, parked the car in the parking space, and prepared to take Song Chaoyu out of the car.

When he turned around, he found that Song Chaoyu had already fallen asleep.

Song Chaoyu found a comfortable position leaning against the car window, as if she had a sweet dream accompanying her.

When Song Chaoyu had no edges and corners, he looked cute and beautiful.

The slender eyelashes cast shadows under the eyes, the tip of the nose was slightly red, the mouth was pursed together, and the face was also bright red.

Zhan Jincheng looked at Song Chaoyu and lost his mind for a moment.

If Tang Man didn't appear, would they be the same as before?

I love each other tacitly, knowing that it's impossible, but all this can't go back, and he is about to marry another woman.

Zhan Jincheng opened the car door on the other side, the cold wind came in, and Song Zhaoyu's eyelashes trembled.

Zhan Jincheng quickly closed the car door, Song Zhaoyu seemed to be very tired, and she fell into a deep sleep again.

Sitting on the side, Zhan Jincheng looked down at Song Chaoyu, stretched out his hand, and slid into Song Chaoyu's smooth hair between his fingers.

Song Chaoyu's hair is long and soft. In the past, Zhan Jincheng liked to stroke Song Zhaoyu's hair, which gave people the illusion of petting a cute little animal.

Zhan Jincheng's hand slowly slid upwards, caressing Song Chaoyu's cheek.

The heating in the car was too high, and Song Chaoyu's cheeks were burning hot. When he touched something he could rely on, Song Zhaoyu unconsciously rubbed it.

Zhan Jincheng's hands trembled a little, he approached slowly, lowered his head, and kissed softly on the corner of Song Chaoyu's lips.

Soon Zhan Jincheng straightened up, and his hand was pulled back. He glanced at Song Zhaoyu tenderly, and quickly calmed down.

He got up and left the back seat, opened the car door, and said coldly, "Here we are, let's go upstairs together."

(End of this chapter)