Madam, president loves you secrectly

It is completely different from the previous quarrels, cold eyes and sarcasm. Although those quarrels seem tragic, they will only be two people's concern for each other and don't speak at most.

He spoke with a gun and a stick. To be honest, he said a lot of sarcasm. Song Qianqian didn't pay much attention to him patiently.

Moreover, song Qianqian hated him so much, and he thought he hated her so much. Neither of them gave each other a good face, but according to her character, it was impossible to say that he would come and break the appointment secretly.

Because it's not necessary.

It's her daily routine to treat him as cold air.

Even though she had lied to him many times before, she never lied to him about such things.

So this time, she lied about this kind of thing for other reasons. He didn't know why his heart was in such a mess. He clearly said he hated her and hated her. He wouldn't forgive her in his life, but why would he be reluctant to give up?

After putting on his sunglasses, he accelerated again.

After stopping steadily in front of the iron gate of the Song family villa, Junlin tried his best to press the doorbell of their house. He didn't come here. In short, he used to find all kinds of strange excuses to run here.

But now, it is strange.

The doorbell rang many times, but the owner inside didn't want to see him. No one responded, and the electronic screen didn't open. He began to give up the doorbell and walked over to shake the iron door: "Song Qianqian, you come out, song Qianqian."

He shouted again and again, harder and sharper.

"You come out, song Qianqian. If you don't come out again, I'll drive directly into the door. Do you believe it?"

He knew that someone must have noticed here, and he must have known it was him, so when anger surged up together, he didn't stop him from speaking: "Song Qianqian, aren't you addicted to cheating? Don't you take me as a laughing stock? Look at me being fooled around by you. Are you smiling in his heart? You lied to me and didn't dare to come out and hide at home, didn't you know how cheap you are? You're a fickle, water-based poplars woman. I don't think I'm dirty..."

He didn't like this practice of abusing women at the door of other people's houses. He would never do such an unqualified thing. Even if he broke up before, he still retained the most basic dignity of the two people.

Sarcasm has never been personally attacked.

But this time it was different. His heart was suspended in the air and had no foothold. He was even more worried about whether anyone came out to take care of him. No matter how much he scolded, he just wanted song Qianqian to come out first. He just looked at it and turned his face and left immediately when he was sure she was still there.

But he did not expect that the last person who came out would be a servant aunt with a silent face and swollen eyes.

The aunt didn't give him any good face, bitter face, and didn't help him open the door. She just nodded politely at him through the hollow of the iron door, but she was not polite at all: "young master, you'd better leave some words at the door of someone else's house."

Junlin didn't care or apologize. He grabbed one breath and asked, "Song Qianqian, call her out."

The tone is like a command.

The aunt sank her eyes and answered for a long time, "our miss is not at home."