Spring night kiss

The smell of blood seemed to rise in Zheng Heng's throat. He was almost uneasy, but he did not dare to show it. He held Song Zhaozhao's hand with trembling hands and whispered: "Zhaozhao, don't listen to him."

Song Zhaozhao had already faced Father Zheng alone before Zheng Heng came.

The man who had been in the upper position for a long time was imposing, his eyes were sharp and full of coercion.

He looked at himself and just whispered: "Miss Song Zhaozhao, I know that you and my son are in love now, but you should also understand that in a family like ours, the longer you stay together, the more time you have to talk. The more sincere you are, the less likely it will be."

Song Zhaozhao looked pale and said nothing.

She had just been asked to stop all her work, and her current situation was already on the edge of a trough. As long as the five-fingered mountain that was pressing on her did not let go, there would be no chance of respite.

The ups and downs of her life now all depend on Father Zheng's thoughts.

But the man who had forced himself into the alley suddenly showed a kind smile, with deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, like a kindly old man.

He suddenly changed his words and said softly: "Of course, I don't want to chase after a little girl like you. This is really unseemly. As long as you can figure it out yourself, not only will I not suppress you, Zheng Heng gave me I will give you ten times what you have.”

Father Zheng even poured a cup of tea for her, looked at her with a smile, and said softly: "It depends on everyone to run, Miss Song, you still have to rely on yourself, there is nothing better than holding it in your own hands." Power and wealth are more secure.”

"You also understand Zheng Heng's identity. It is impossible for him to marry you, but if you consolidate and develop your own career, everything you get in the future will be yours. Are you right?"

Father Zheng placed the tea cup in front of her, and the tea was filled with thick water and curled up: "Miss Song, didn't your good friend Jiang Tan set a good example for you?"

Song Zhaozhao gave a wry smile, "What do you think means that you want me to break up with Zheng Hengti?"

"Yes," Father Zheng said matter-of-factly, "Only in this way can he completely give up."

At this moment, Song Zhaozhao looked at Zheng Heng, who looked nervous and worried, and felt that Father Zheng's words were still ringing in his ears.

She smiled stiffly and her voice was hoarse: "Zheng Heng, do you know what you and I will face when we walk out of this door today?"

"The worst thing is to have nothing?" Zheng Heng smiled. After listening to Song Zhaozhao's words, he relaxed: "Song Zhaozhao, what about you? Are you afraid? Follow me and leave with nothing?"

Song Zhaozhao blinked and smiled slyly. Under the ugly look on Father Zheng's face, she said slowly: "Don't be afraid, let's go."

Zheng Heng finally relaxed completely. Without any hesitation, he held Song Zhaozhao's hand and was about to leave.

All this was completely unexpected by Father Zheng.

My son has always been the one who assesses the situation best. Although he sometimes does some extreme and selfish things, on the whole, he still knows his identity. But now, is he crazy?

He was so angry that he stopped shouting: "No one of you two is allowed to leave!"

"I don't want anything anymore, what else are you going to use to trap me?" Hearing this, Zheng Heng turned his face coldly.

He looked in the direction of Father Zheng: "I am no longer a child. No matter how my life goes, I can bear the cost!"

"Zheng Heng, if you walk out of this door today, from now on, you will no longer be the eldest son of the Zheng family!"

Father Zheng's expression was livid: "Do you think you can thrive in society just by your own ability? If you were not my son, who on earth would look at you twice!"

"You can't live in the eyes of others all your life. Even if you can't see me, do I have to let others look at me?" Zheng Heng smiled and said calmly: "I know what I want, and whose it is. As for other people's eyes, I've seen enough in this life, and it doesn't matter to me whether I can see them in the future." Song Zhaozhao had a thought in his mind and subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Zheng Heng.

And Father Zheng roared angrily: "If you come back now, I can pretend that nothing happened! If you insist on having your own way, don't blame me for not caring about the relationship between father and son!"

But the situation has reached the current situation, which is extremely embarrassing. Now, there is no turning back.

Zheng Heng looked at Song Zhaozhao calmly, smiled at her, and ignored Father Zheng's words. He said, "Let's go."

Song Zhaozhao smiled slightly, and under Zheng Heng's determined gaze, he held his hand without hesitation and walked out.

After all, life cannot be smooth sailing, and no one knows what the future will bring, but Song Zhaozhao wants to take a gamble and give it a go, for his love.

At this time, on a foreign island, Jiang Tan and a group of young men and women were having dinner around the stove.

The night on the mountain is very cold, and the remaining warmth of the sun disappears the moment the sun sets.

Jiang Tan drank mulled wine and sat in the middle of the crowd with her head tilted, watching the men and women singing and dancing, and followed the crowd's claps and cheers.

This kind of time is so peaceful and peaceful that people can't help but immerse themselves in it.

I don't know when it started to rain outside.

"Jiang Tan, why don't you also perform for everyone?" Susan said with a smile: "I remember your subordinates said that you are good at dancing."

Jiang Tan couldn't help but hold her forehead and smile bitterly. What did this Xiao Wu tell her outside?

"I don't know how." Jiang Tan waved his hands with a stiff expression: "I really don't know how!"

"Don't be modest! You look good at dancing!" Susan drank too much, stood up crookedly, and gave a thumbs up to Jiang Tan: "I believe you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone applauded.

Jiang Tan didn't hesitate, sighed and stood up, "I really don't know how to do it, but if you want to see it, I can also dance a part."

Jiang Tan studied dance for a while, learning it for Zhou Yinghuai.

Young Master Zhou likes to have a slim waist and dance gracefully. Jiang Tan has learned from it before, but he is not very diligent, but fortunately he has a superior appearance and can intimidate people.

Jiang Tan remembered that the last time he danced was at a party with Zheng Heng and others.

She had not been with Zhou Yinghuai for long at that time, and Jiang Tan got along with him bump-to-bumper.

Zhou Yinghuai was not around, but someone suddenly mentioned that she was learning to dance recently and coaxed her to dance a bit.

Jiang Tan didn't dare to say no, and couldn't refuse. After all, her status meant that it was hard for her to offend Zhou Yinghuai's friends.

After dancing, the whole house applauded.

But no one knew when Zhou Yinghuai stood at the door. He looked in the direction of Jiang Tan with a dull expression, and said calmly, amidst the praise in front of everyone: "Don't dance anymore."

It’s my birthday today to be lazy and I’ll update more on the weekend! bow!