Pampering cool and thin beloved wife

Chapter 126 Showing Love (4)
The big dry hands with thin calluses slid down, and picked her up again without hesitation, and both of them rolled into the soft and fragrant big bed...

At noon in early summer, after being exposed to the sun for a whole morning, scorching heat continued to emerge from the ground, and there was no wind at all.

In the southern outskirts of Kyoto, the willow trees in front of the detention center, their leaves and buds curled up into hugging poses, avoiding the scorching heat.

In the restaurant directly opposite the gate, Song Yue was wearing a white sleeveless dress, tearing up the disposable chopsticks in annoyance.As time passed, the dishes on the table didn't move much, but the big bag of chopsticks had bottomed out.

The torn chopsticks were piled up in a haphazard manner at her feet, which quickly aroused the dissatisfaction of the restaurant owner.

He came out of the back kitchen with a big belly, rubbed his greasy hands on the apron a few times, and sat down opposite Song Yue, with a serious tone: "Little girl, eat well when you eat, my chopsticks didn't offend you, make you so miserable."

Song Yue glanced sideways at Mount of Chopsticks, Shi Shiran took out two hundred-yuan bills from her bag, and slapped them on the table: "Is that enough?"

"Enough is enough, but you call it a waste." The boss seemed to have seen her like this a lot, and was not moved by money.

"Pa" Another hundred-yuan bill was slapped, and Song Yue's eyes floated impatiently: "Get lost!"

The boss didn't move, he narrowed his eyes and looked at her for a moment, then turned his head and looked out the door.

Under the sun, the bright yellow Ferrari shines with arrogance and domineering brilliance.

The corner of his mouth twitched, he put away the 300 yuan on the table, and before he walked, he brought a pack of chopsticks from the table next to him, and threw it in front of Song Yue with a "snap".

Song Yue didn't even look at it, kicked the mountain of chopsticks over, and walked out with a dark face.

After a while, a black Audi A8 drove slowly from the other side of the road to her feet under the hot sun.

The car window was lowered, Song Qingshan's handsome and cold face, even under the glare of the sun, still had a chilly air.

With black and gloomy eyes, he stared at Song Yue for a while and said, "Get in the car and go back immediately!"

Song Yue didn't move, turned her head angrily and entered the restaurant.

The waiter was taking away the bowls and chopsticks at the previous seat.She walked over, picked up the bag and slammed it on the table, shouting: "Boss, have another spicy chicken and shredded pork with Beijing sauce!"

"I'm sorry, it's already the noon break time, please go to another place to go wild." The owner of the restaurant put his foot on the stool, quickly peeled the green beans in his hands, and was very impatient with her.

"Who are you talking about acting wild!" Song Yue was furious, grabbing the edge of the table with both hands and throwing it vigorously, all the bowls and plates on it fell to the ground with a loud crash.

The boss looked up, peeling beans and drinking wine unmoved, squinting at her.

"Pa..." The shop that had just returned to calm was broken by a sudden slap on the face.

Song Qingshan finished typing without saying a word, took out 5 hundred yuan bills from his bag, put them coldly on another table, reached out and grabbed Song Yue's arm, and dragged her out brutally.

Song Yue was beaten into a daze, and it took a long time to recover.

She stared at Song Qingshan in disbelief: "You hit me!"

Song Qingshan's cheeks bulged, he leaned over and reached into the car to take out a document, and waved it under her nose.

In the light wheat-colored arm, the meridians were protruding, which strongly hurt Song Yue's eyes.

She forced herself to look at him calmly, her eyes were filled with tears, and her red lips were tightly pursed.

There was no pity in Song Qingshan's eyes, he approached, endured the anger that was about to explode again, and roared in a low voice: "Who will allow you to touch my things!"

Song Yue took a step back in fright, leaned against the glass window of the restaurant with chills on her back, and muttered, "I... I'm just curious to see!"

"Get in the car and go back immediately!" The man said angrily, turned around and got into the car angrily.

Song Yue clutched her burning cheeks, hesitated for a second, then reluctantly got into her own car, followed slowly behind the Audi, and turned back to the city.

In the past half month, she went to the detention center whenever she was free.Regardless of whether it was visiting time or not, she would buy things in the store inside as soon as she came, and then deliver them to Jian Weiwei.

He wanted to impress her, so he went to ask Song Qingshan for a formality to see her.

Unexpectedly, it was useless for her to plan. Song Qingshan was so busy recently that he almost didn't go home. He finally went back last night. Of course, Song Yue refused to let go of the opportunity.

After a long time of soft and hard soaking, he not only refused to agree, but also got angry.

In desperation, Song Yue had no choice but to sneak into his room while he and Song Yanwang were going to the study, and stole the visiting procedures.

Early this morning, she drove to the detention center early, and the guard on duty asked her to review the procedures after going through the procedures.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't say anything, and even waited for Song Qingshan.

Driving into the urban area with a stomach full of grievances, Song Qingshan didn't go back to his work unit, nor did he go back to the residence he bought in Tsinghuafang, but went directly back to Xishan.

When he drove the car to the door of Attend Cafe, he got out of the car and went straight to the second floor with a cold face.

Song Yue's cheeks were swollen, her breathing was painful, and she followed her up the stairs feeling aggrieved and depressed.

"Do you know what you're doing!" Seated each other, Song Qingshan stared at her face coldly, with raging anger on his thin lips: "She's about to go to public trial, how much energy do you think you can save her?" come out!"

"I don't care! I just can't swallow this breath." Song Yue looked away angrily, and said to herself, how will you know if you don't try.

"If you can't swallow it, you have to swallow it." Song Qingshan pressed his brows helplessly, and called a waiter: "Old rules."

Song Yue calmed down, angrily took out the mirror from her bag, and took a picture of her face.

The fingerprints on her face were clear and horrifying. She could hardly be seen with this appearance, and she didn't dare to think about what kind of disturbance would be caused if her parents saw her when she went home.

Grievance pursed her red lips, and tears fell like bursting banks: "I know I shouldn't touch your things, but my face has become like this, how do you let me go home."

Song Qingshan raised his eyes, suppressed his heartache and glanced at her, and said: "The house in Tsinghua Square has been empty all the time, you can go directly there in a while, and I will go home and help you carry your luggage."

When Song Yue heard that she didn't have to go home, her complexion turned cloudy and sunny in an instant: "How long can you stay?"

"One week!" Song Qingshan's cheeks couldn't help puffing up again, and he seemed to grit his teeth: "Go home immediately when the swelling subsides."

"Brother, has the time for Jian Weiwei's public trial been set? Before the public trial, a physical examination is required. Can you help me make a fake medical examination report and let her execute it outside the prison in the name of pregnancy." Hu, crying and begging: "Can you help me just once? I have grown up, and I have never been bullied like this before."

(End of this chapter)