Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 42
Although it was whispered, Song Huaijin still heard it.

His expression didn't change, he just curled his lips and looked at her with a half-smile.

Under his cold gaze, Qian Mengmeng felt her heart beating faster and her scalp numb, fearing that if she was not careful, she would be swallowed alive by him.

She lowered her head and looked at her feet, not daring to say another word.

With a chuckle, Song Huaijin picked up the document just now, bowed her head and started to read it again.

What the hell does he want to do? !

Qian Mengmeng, who always couldn't sit still, secretly raised her eyes a few minutes later to peek at Song Huaijin who seemed to be engrossed in the paper in her hand.

Holding her breath, she raised her hand and shook it twice across the table.

Seeing that he didn't respond and ignored her, Qian Mengmeng breathed a sigh of relief and sat up straight.

Looking over the table, Qian Mengmeng found a glass of boiling water in front of her.

Well, this should be for her to drink.

With this in mind, she reached out to hold the rim of the cup, picked it up, and carried it to her mouth.

"Qian Mengmeng." Song Huaijin who was opposite said suddenly.

Being so frightened by him, the water that just entered swirls in the throat and rushes straight into the nasal cavity.

"Cough, cough, cough!" The intense stimulation made Qian Mengmeng cough uncontrollably, and her eyes quickly turned red.

She raised her hand to wipe the overflowing tears, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What, what are you doing? Cough cough!"

"I added some ingredients to this glass of water."

When Song Huaijin said this, her expression was indifferent, but her eyes caught her like an eagle.

Added some ingredients? !
Qian Mengmeng's eyes widened, and she carefully studied the remaining half of the glass of water.

After a few seconds, she said to him sincerely, "I didn't see it."

Song Huaijin: "..."

He rolled his eyelids, and told her bluntly, "Drug."

This time, Qian Mengmeng reacted, she put the cup on the table abruptly, and stood up abruptly.

"What did you say?"

Song Huaijin didn't answer, and still looked at her indifferently, but the corners of her mouth curled up in a subtle way.

Bad associations came to mind, Qian Mengmeng quickly covered her chest, "This is against the law!"

"You can call the police."

With the fall of the voice, a 6s was thrown to her side and fell into the soft sofa cushion.

Choked by his actions for a moment, Qian Mengmeng's gaze shifted from the phone to Song Huaijin's face, "You won't get my heart even if you get my people!"

Song Huaijin sneered and rolled her eyelids, "Who wants your heart."

After that, he stood up from the sofa and approached her with his feet up.

Qian Mengmeng is 1.6 meters seven, not short.But in front of Song Huaijin, who is about 1.8 meters tall, she looks particularly weak.

Especially, when the distance between him and her is only one palm wide.

His unique aura came out of his nostrils, which smelled good but carried a dangerous signal.

Qian Mengmeng took two steps back and sat down on the soft sofa.

Song Huaijin leaned down, put one hand on the back of the sofa, and the other on her side, looking at her deeply.

Qian Mengmeng raised her head, and couldn't help remembering that a month ago, she was half-up in the same way, and was surrounded by his arms covetously.

"You, you will regret it!"

"I don't regret it later, I will know after trying."

"But you kissed me before, and you regretted it!"

Staring at Song Huaijin's close eyes, Qian Mengmeng pursed her lips with a look of resentment on her face.

(End of this chapter)