Hundreds of millions of heirs force marriage step by step: I don't want you to capture me

Chapter 29
Song Dezhi looked at Xue Zhongyang with extremely sweet eyes, with a bit of pride and cunning, she bumped Xue Zhongyang's arm and said,

"Are you angry? In fact, even if you have nothing and are poor, I won't despise you."

As if struck by lightning, Xue Zhongyang's body froze in place, and his eyes were filled with uncontrollable pain.

The memory hit him like a raging tide, and with bitter pain, it crushed his heart.His departure is like a self-exile because of an unforgivable betrayal.

"what are you thinking?"

A smiling face pulled Xue Zhongyang back from the painful memory. Song Dezhi saw that there was a strange expression in his eyebrows and eyes, and his voice changed.

"Xue Zhongyang, your expression is so scary."

The timidity in Song Dezhi's eyes made Xue Zhongyang realize that he had frightened her. He scratched Song Dezhi's head a few times, messing up her hair. Song Dezhi avoided it and stared fiercely. She glanced, arranged her hair,

"I'll take you to eat big lobster." Xue Zhongyang returned to his gentle and jade-like appearance, looking at Song Dezhi with a soft expression.Song Dezhi looked at him, blinked and blinked, and finally said,
"Your expression just now seems to be another person!"

"I am who I am!"

"No, the expression just now was so scary, like..." Song Dezhi put his finger on his chin and thought for a while, "Have you ever watched "American Psycho"?"

"I haven't seen it. Is it good-looking?"

"The hero Bateman in the play is the pride of Wall Street, a popular stockbroker, handsome and charming, humorous in conversation, young and promising, he earns countless dollars for his clients every day. But when night falls, The boundless horror of darkness awakened another side of Bateman's dual personality. He kidnapped his prey one by one to his luxury apartment, tortured them bit by bit, watched the blood slowly gushing out, and the prey died in pain..."

"and then?"

"Your expression just now reminded me of Bateman!" Song Dezhi looked at Xue Zhongyang with a horrified expression, not joking at all.

Xue Zhongyang looked at this simple, optimistic and imaginative woman, his eyes were changing violently.

"Ah, my God, it's that expression again. Xue Zhongyang, don't you have a dual personality? I'm your prey, you feed me well, and then..." Song Dezhi's eyes were full of shock Fear, "Torture me to death a little bit, and record my painful process, and appreciate it slowly in the future..."

Xue Zhongyang suddenly leaned in front of Song Dezhi and yelled at her. Song Dezhi's eyes widened and he yelled and fell down on the beach, "You, you scared me to death." Song Dezhi's hand Pat on his chest.

Xue Zhongyang squatted down, put one arm on his knee, and poked Song Dezhi's head with his hand, "Mrs. Xue, did you have trauma in your heart when you were young? Why do you always feel that others will hurt you?"

"I'm called defensive!"

"You are clearly persecution paranoia!"

"Xue Zhongyang, my intuition has always been very accurate. I dreamed that Li Qiang ran away with other women, and it turned out that Li Qiang really cheated. Your expression just now really resembles Bateman.

Xue Zhongyang, are you..."

"Actually I am..."

"What is it?"

Song Dezhi leaned over, curiously waiting for Xue Zhongyang's answer.

Xue Zhongyang looked at Song Dezhi, with a playful smile on his lips. He leaned into Song Dezhi's ear and lowered his voice, "My real identity is the superman who saves the earth!"

"what?"

"Mrs. Xue, please don't reveal my identity! Only you and I know this secret!" Xue Zhongyang said solemnly.

Xue Zhongyang smiled at Song Dezhi with a charming smile. He left the woman who was still in a daze and walked forward.

Song Dezhi stared at the figure of Xue Zhongyang walking in front, and slowly understood,
"Xue Zhongyang, you're kidding me!"

"Fool!"

"You..." Song Dezhi chased after him, and was about to settle accounts with him. As soon as she took a step, she screamed and fell to the ground.

"Ouch..."

"..."

When a beautiful woman falls, she always falls into the arms of a man. Why did she fall and eat a mouthful of sand, "Bah, bah..."

"Are you okay?"

"The ankle hurts."

As soon as he looked up, he saw Xue Zhongyang's handsome face full of nervousness. He pinched Song Dezhi's ankle and said, "I twisted my ankle, but luckily it didn't dislocate."

"pain!"

"I'll carry you!"

Xue Zhongyang squatted down, Song Dezhi hugged his neck and lay on his back.

On the soft sandy beach, the sea water is colorful in the sun, and the sea breeze blows on his face, like a lover's caress. Song Dezhi buried his face in Xue Zhongyang's neck, smiling happily,
"Da da da..." Song Dezhi hugged Xue Zhongyang's neck tightly, and hummed the melody of Zhu Bajie carrying his wife on his back.

"What tune?"

"In "Journey to the West", Zhu Bajie carries his wife on his back."

"..."

"Xue Zhongyang, do you think we look like Zhu Bajie carrying his wife?"

"Zhu Bajie? So ugly? Why should I be Tang Seng?"

"Tch, what's so good about Tang Seng? There are so many goblins waiting to eat him. I still like Zhu Bajie, what a down-to-earth man. On Xitian Road, I have been thinking about going back to Gao Laozhuang to find her wife."

"Mrs. Xue, he is not a man, but a pig! At best, he is a male pig!"

"He is Marshal Canopy!"

"..."

……

The formation of the Maldives was supposed to take seven days. Xue Zhongyang had no interest in the Maldives. Song Dezhi thought that this was a honeymoon for two people, and it was not interesting to be alone, so he ended the trip to the Maldives ahead of schedule.

Thinking that there were still a few days of vacation left, Song Dezhi took Xue Zhongyang to Grandpa's house.

Grandpa's house is in Pingdu, an ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River - the scenery is picturesque, and it can be regarded as a holy place for tourism.

Take a plane, take a train, build a car, take a tricycle... two people can take a picture of a person on an embarrassing journey.

Xue Zhongyang sat on the bullock cart and watched Song Dezhi talking to the old man pulling the bullock cart. Song Dezhi spoke Wu Nong's soft language, with a nice voice, although he couldn't quite understand it.

"Come on, let's take a picture and post it on Weibo."

Song Dezhi took out his mobile phone, pulled Xue Zhongyang aside, and took a photo of him on the bullock cart.

"Wow, don't let others know that I ride an ox cart!"

"why?"

"I can't afford to lose that person!"

Song Deyi slapped him on the arm and taught, "The farmer uncle is the greatest, and the ox is the most hardworking. You should be honored to sit on the ox cart!"

Xue Zhongyang covered his face, thinking that if his group of "hunters and dog friends" saw that photo, he would definitely be laughed at for a whole year.

He, Xue Zhongyang, the car he goes out is also a BMW, Rolls Royce, and now he is reduced to a bullock cart.

If his grandfather in Hong Kong knew about it, he would definitely gloat and say he deserved it!

(End of this chapter)