Quick Wear: Everyone dislikes you, but you are always coveted by the boss

Chapter 259 The Notorious Two-Faced Fairy 22

His tone was cruel and his attitude was strong, but his red eyes were covered with a layer of wet water. He held on to speak, looking intimidating, yet inexplicably pitiful.

Song Jingheng's eyes were dark. He deliberately groaned in pain as soon as Lu Jinan finished speaking, and staggered to stand up from the ground.

But he was really "weak". He struggled for several times with his body trembling, and it sounded like he was having difficulty breathing, as if he would suffocate in the next second.

His acting was simply superb, without a trace of unnaturalness, and even Qing Wan was fooled, thinking that he was really unwell.

"Professor Song?"

Her attention was drawn to him, and she frowned slightly and walked forward to help the person, but was blocked by Lu Jinan.

"Tan Qi, are you listening to me?!"

He lost his temper again and again, and the succubus, who had no patience, just let out a light "tsk" and took out the black card and handed it to him.

"I used 25 million from it. I'll lend it to you. I'll pay you back with interest in a year."

Qing Wan seemed to be unable to see the sudden contraction of Lu Jinan's pupils, and her tone was as casual as usual.

She saw that Lu Jinan's chest was heaving, his breathing was disordered, his clenched hands were shaking slightly, and his face was ashen, and he was not prepared to take the card.

Qing Wan had no sympathy for the "food" that offended and disobeyed her, and didn't care about Lu Jinan's mood. If he didn't take it, she would just throw it on the ground.

With a light "click" sound, as if a trigger was pulled, the invisible bullet pierced Lu Jinan's heart directly.

His hands and feet were cold, and he was stunned for a moment by Qing Wan's indifferent behavior. It was not until the person passed him and tried to help Song Jingheng who was lying on the ground that his stiff limbs regained some feeling.

Without even thinking about it, he grabbed Qing Wan, his voice hoarse.

"Tan Qi, you can't do this..."

Qing glanced at him without any emotion, not even angry.

Lu Jinan was restless and his emotions were magnified hundreds of times under the influence of the succubus's power. His mind was filled with the resolute look of the person in front of him.

He didn't care at all, as if this stepping stone could be discarded at will after achieving his goal.

How could this be possible...

Lu Jinan's pupils trembled, a bloody smell blocked his throat, and bloodshot eyes spread from the corners of his moist eyes.

He suddenly wanted to snatch the person away and take him back to hide him.

If we can't defend it, then we'll die together...

Such a thought burned away his rationality in an instant like a prairie fire, and his originally empty and dead pupils suddenly lit up.

Without giving anyone time to react, he suddenly grabbed Qing Wan and walked towards his car.

The latter was caught off guard and staggered when he pulled her, but Lu Jinan did not stop at all, and was obviously determined to take her away.

But after he had taken a few steps, he was suddenly grabbed by the collar and dragged back, and the next second, he was punched hard in the face.

The force did not relent at all, so he staggered a few steps and fell directly to the ground. His vision went dark and he could vaguely see Song Jingheng standing in front of him, looking weak and breathless.

He seemed to have used up all his remaining strength. His forehead was soaked with sweat and his face was extremely pale. He held on for a lasting breath, and while Lu Jinan fell to the ground, he pulled Qing Wan into the car and left quickly.

This scene stimulated Lu Jinan so much that his eyes almost burst into tears. He couldn't catch his breath and fainted in the parking lot.

At the same time, on the other side, Song Jingheng still remembered that he had "pretended to be sick". After driving out of the school, he seemed to be exhausted. He had to stop on the side of the road, bend his back and breathe heavily to relieve his "pain".

In the past, he hated his sweaty constitution, but now, thanks to this constitution, he can be more intimidating when pretending to be sick in this hot summer.

"Professor Song, I've called an ambulance, please hold on a little longer."

Qing Wan unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over, wanting to use her spiritual power to help him check his body, but she didn't expect that Song Jingheng would suddenly look up.

His eyebrows and eyes were originally extremely charming and handsome. Now the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and his long pupils were covered with a layer of wet light. When he looked at me with forbearance and restraint, he looked like a piece of jade that was about to break.

Pretty thrilling.

Qing Wan's gaze paused slightly. At that time, the distance between the two was very close, as if their noses could touch.

The dull silence seemed to give ambiguity a reason to take root and sprout, and the heartbeat became louder and louder in the spreading peony fragrance.

Qing Wan was the first to react. She lowered her eyes slightly and stepped back a little. The black mist that was trembling on her fingertips rubbed against her fingertips tenderly, constantly emitting scent to seduce the succubus.

"Feel sorry……"

Song Jingheng suddenly spoke, his voice was dull and lost, with a hint of obvious pity.

"If it wasn't for me, you probably wouldn't have quarreled with your boyfriend. I'm sorry."

Qing Wan opened her eyes again, but unexpectedly met Song Jingheng's gaze.

He is crying.

It was just not obvious, and Qing Wan only noticed it when he looked away in panic. He forbearingly and restrained himself, and begged carefully: "Can you please stop hating me?"

The slightly trembling ending tone was like a small stone hitting Qing Wan's heart, causing not a throbbing pity, but a sudden bad feeling.

"Why?" She asked deliberately, "Does Professor Song like me too?"

Seeing the other person's ears red and silent, Qing Wan pretended to be embarrassed: "But you are my teacher, and I have a bad reputation, I will definitely be implicated..."

"will not."

Song Jingheng interrupted her eagerly, his eyes soaked in water and shining with desire, he clenched his fingertips nervously and whispered: "I don't care about these."

Qing Wan heard this, and the corners of her lips curled slightly. She looked at Song Jingheng with a hint of teasing, "Was that a confession just now?"

"……Um."

"But, Song Jingheng, I just broke up with your childhood friend. You heard it too. I was with him only because of money."

"I don't know what you like about me, maybe it's my face, or maybe it's some impulse that I can't even explain. What I want to tell you is that I am born selfish and narrow-minded, despicable and shameless, and I will do anything to achieve my goals. I am cold-blooded and undisciplined. Maybe you will give everything and still not get what you want in the end, and you may even fall into a quagmire and never be able to climb out of it. You can only struggle until you die."

"Even so, you still like me?"

To Song Jingheng, these calm taunts sounded like wedding vows.

His sweetheart opened her skin, exposed her soul, and asked him if he was willing to step into the abyss for her.

This is the sweetest love word in the world.

Song Jingheng's heart was beating wildly, and the unprecedented excitement made his spine numb.

He had to use all his self-control to prevent himself from gasping in excitement like a pervert. He could only blush, his fingertips trembling slightly, and move in front of Qing Wan, and kiss the corner of her lips very lightly.

"Ah."

"like."

"Always will."