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

Chapter 353 More and more excessive

"Did I say something wrong? Why, are you in a hurry?" Ling Yihao asked Song Chaoyu forcefully, and took another step closer to her.

Song Chaoyu's cheeks were flushed red, her two fists were clenched tightly, and when she was at a loss, Zhan Jincheng stood in front of her.

"Ling Yihao, Zhao Yu is my fiancée, please show some respect." The warning eyes rested on Ling Yihao, and Ling Yihao's aura weakened a little, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.

"Okay, since you like your fiancée so much, don't want to see my sister anymore." After Ling Yihao finished speaking, he hugged Ling Yihuan who was lying on the bed, and stared angrily at Zhan Jincheng, who didn't stop him either. , let Ling Yihao hold Ling Yihuan.

Walking in front of Song Chaoyu, Ling Yihao glared at Song Chaoyu with disgust, and left with Ling Yihuan in his arms.

"Yihao, let me go." Ling Yihuan turned his head and stared at Zhan Jincheng with a look of reluctance.

Song Zhaoyu was still angry, although she didn't want to be as knowledgeable as Ling Yihao, but Ling Yihao was getting more and more excessive.

Staring at the two people in front of him, Chen Ziyang could only sigh helplessly, and said, "I think Yihao has the same temper, Zhao Yu, you can take more care of him, after all, now that Ling Yihuan is like this, he is under a lot of pressure."

After finishing speaking, he patted Zhan Jincheng and left the villa, Zhan Jincheng watched his back go away.

After everyone left, the villa returned to silence. There were only Zhan Jincheng and Song Chaoyu. Zhan Jincheng approached Song Zhaoyu and secretly observed Song Zhaoyu's expression. Song Zhaoyu didn't say anything, turned around and went downstairs go.

Zhan Jincheng found that Song Chaoyu was so indifferent to him, and felt puzzled, so he could only silently follow behind Song Chaoyu.

As night fell, Song Chaoyu felt her stomach was empty, and when she came to the restaurant, she opened the refrigerator and began to look for something to fill her stomach.

Zhan Jincheng then understood Song Chaoyu's thoughts, went to the refrigerator and searched: "Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you."

Unexpectedly, Song Zhaoyu's attitude was still indifferent, his eyes never stayed on Zhan Jincheng, and his voice was calm: "I don't need you, I can do it myself." She put all the things in the refrigerator on the table in front of her.

Zhan Jincheng stood on the spot and looked at Song Chaoyu, with both hands folded on his chest, and had no intention of going up to help.Song Chaoyu's movements were clumsy, she didn't know what to do when she heard the sound of her stomach rumbling, and more importantly, she didn't know what to do at all.

Seeing all kinds of dishes on the table, Song Zhaoyu still picked up a piece of bread to fill his stomach first.

Zhan Jincheng took the initiative to walk in front of her, and said, "Just eat this? Do you want to eat something delicious?"

Song Zhaoyu also ignored him, Zhan Jincheng lost his mind, put on his apron and started busy in the restaurant.

"I'm not hungry, I don't know how to eat." After Song Chaoyu finished speaking, he turned around firmly and walked out of the kitchen, then looked back at Zhan Jincheng.

Zhan Jincheng was still preparing the ingredients seriously, and after a while, a burst of aroma wafted from the restaurant, and Zhan Jincheng put the prepared dishes on the dining table.Song Chaoyu in the distance pretended not to care, but he couldn't help looking at the dining table from the corner of his eye.

After the preparations were completed, Zhan Jincheng walked up to Song Chaoyu, and asked in a light tone, "Would you like to try my handicraft?"

She turned her head away, ignoring Zhan Jincheng, but the noise from her stomach could not deceive herself, she took a deep breath, and the fragrance entered her nose, Zhan Jincheng took Song Chaoyu's arm into the dining room, She doesn't struggle anymore either.

Seeing the dishes on the table, Song Chaoyu's saliva kept drooling, he picked up the chopsticks and put them in his mouth, Zhan Jincheng lowered his head and secretly smiled.

The way she said she wasn't hungry just now had completely disappeared, and the person who appeared in front of Zhan Jincheng looked like a person who hadn't had enough food for three days.

After filling her stomach, Song Chaoyu's mood became much better, but her attitude towards Zhan Jincheng remained unchanged. When Ling Yihuan was here, Zhan Jincheng still cared for her, even though she knew that Ling Yihuan was a patient, She still couldn't accept Zhan Jincheng's kindness towards other women.

Zhan Jincheng was also depressed, as long as he got close to Song Chaoyu, Song Chaoyu would immediately catapult away.

About an hour later, Song Zhaoyu returned to the bedroom. She was taking a shower in the bathroom, changed into a silk suspender pajamas, and was about to fall asleep. Zhan Jincheng walked to the bathroom door and blocked her way. Song Zhaoyu's expression continued. Darken down.

Zhan Jincheng sized up Song Chaoyu, her hair was not completely dry and fell loose on her shoulders, her snow-white legs were exposed in front of him, and the white silk pajamas made her look even more charming, and the pajamas just made her waist curve more beautiful Obviously, seeing this scene, Zhan Jincheng had no way to sleep peacefully, and was not sleepy at all.

He hugged the person in front of him in his arms.

Song Zhaoyu didn't want to get so close to Zhan Jincheng at all, and pushed him away with both hands resisting.

But Zhan Jincheng became even more forceful, grabbed Song Chaoyu's arm and pressed her against the wall.Because of coming out of the bathroom just now, Song Zhaoyu's cheeks turned slightly red, and Zhan Jincheng stared at her lips.

"Zhaoyu." He stuck to Song Chaoyu's ear and called his name, but Song Zhaoyu ignored him, thinking about what happened to Ling Yihuan here today, she would be inexplicably angry.

Zhan Jincheng didn't give up, his lips stuck to Song Chaoyu's face, and gradually moved to Song Chaoyu's lips.

Song Zhaoyu then turned his head away, without looking at Zhan Jincheng, Zhan Jincheng held her chin with one hand, turned Song Zhaoyu's head away, and brutally ravaged her lips.

"Zhan Jincheng, let me go!" Song Zhaoyu bit Zhan Jincheng.

Zhan Jincheng frowned slightly, and the two hands holding Song Chaoyu's wrist tightened even more, and hooked the corners of his mouth: "Okay, if you dare to bite me, I won't let you go."

Song Chaoyu didn't respond, she still pushed and pushed Zhan Jincheng, she still couldn't accept Zhan Jincheng's attitude towards Ling Yihuan.

Just when Zhan Jincheng was about to post it again, Song Chaoyu took advantage of his hand falling on his body and escaped from Zhan Jincheng's arms with the strength of the doorknob.

Zhan Jincheng curled his lips in displeasure.

"I'm going to sleep." Song Zhaoyu lay on the bed with a cold tone.

Feeling frustrated in his heart, Zhan Jincheng lowered his eyes in displeasure, and said pitifully: "Okay. Then you have a good rest, I'll go outside to sleep."

As soon as it touched the pillow, Song Chaoyu felt drowsy, and couldn't help but yawned twice, unlike in the past, and didn't hear what Zhan Jincheng was saying.

(End of this chapter)