Lin Xiaoming thought that Song Zhien was out of breath once again, and that there would be half a sentence that would be answered later, but this time it didn't.
She had finished speaking, looking at herself timidly and anxiously, yet full of expectation.
Lin Xiaoming finally realized that she really confessed to herself this time.
Although he had a vague feeling that she liked him a little bit before, when she really said what was in her heart, he was still a little unprepared.
After a long while, Lin Xiaoming managed to squeeze out a sentence, "Zhien, you, you are drunk, and you are talking drunkenly!"
Song Zhien shook his head, "I drank, but I wasn't drunk. I knew exactly what I was talking about."
Lin Xiaoming looked at her carefully and found that although her eyes were a little blurry, her mind was obviously clear. She didn't know how to deal with it for a while, and said in a squeaky voice: "Well, I... just treat you as my sister. I
to you……"
Song Zhien interrupted him, "I'm older than you!"
Lin Xiaoming had to change his mind, "Then I just treat you as my sister!"
Song Zhien shook his head again, "That's not the point."
Lin Xiaoming smiled bitterly and thought, why is this not the point? If I treat you as a sister, you can't covet my body!
But after thinking about it, he said another important point, "Zhien, I already have someone I like."
"I know you like that Luo Meihan!" Song Zhien nodded, then slowly shook his head, "But I don't care!"
The world of love is always like this, whoever is most involved in the drama will be the humblest!
Lin Xiaoming didn't want to harm this girl with a simple personality and a pitiful life experience, so he could only use the same method he used to deal with Jiang Ningzhen and activate the scumbag mode, "I like more than just Luo Meihan!"
Unexpectedly, Song Zhien did not flinch and still looked directly at him, "I also know that Sister Lin told me that you not only like Luo Meihan, but you are also related to a widow named Zhang Yashu and her ex-sister-in-law Liu Ruoying.
!”
Lin Xiaoming was stunned for a moment, and secretly gritted his teeth. Chen Zhilin, this little girl, is really not a good person!
He shouldn't take care of her when he has time, he should take advantage of every opportunity to take care of her.
"Zhien! Since you know everything, then you..."
"I don't know any of this!" Song Zhien shook his head repeatedly and stared at him deeply, "I only know that I like you hopelessly and can't help but like you. Don't say you are still single now, even if you are married
Yes, I still like you too!"
Lin Xiaoming murmured: "Why are you doing this? I don't deserve this at all..."
Song Zhien held his hand and said, "Don't reject me, okay?"
Her hands are white, tender, soft and slender!
After Lin Xiaoming was held, he subconsciously wanted to hold it with his backhand, but in the end he broke away rationally!
The words of rejection were clearly on his lips, but he just couldn't say them out.
Song Zhien is not Jiang Ningzhen. He not only has some feelings for her, but also has a strong desire to protect her. It is really difficult to hurt her.
It was just his silence that made the already awkward atmosphere even more awkward.
Song Zhien did not urge him to answer, but slowly drank one glass after another.
Lin Xiaoming seemed to be infected and wanted to drink heavily.
The small cup tasted boring, so he picked up the bottle and blew on it, as if he wanted to calm down.
"Tons, tons, tons" a large bottle of wine went down!
Seeing this, Song Zhien did not advise him to drink less, but instead reached out and opened another bottle for him!
"Tons, tons, tons!" After drinking another bottle, Lin Xiaoming felt that his chest was burning like fire, but his mind became obviously clearer.
"Song Zhien, you don't have to wrong yourself so much. Although your current situation is difficult, spring will come after you get over it!"
"I don't feel wronged. Every day with you by my side, I feel like spring." Song Zhien's eyes seemed to be attracted to his face by a magnet, and he said faintly: "If you don't want me, then that's my true love."
Winter!"
Lin Xiaoming smiled bitterly. The scumbag's plan didn't work, so he could only delay the attack. "This matter... we can wait until Song Zong is resolved, okay?"
Song Zhien shook his head, "He can no longer threaten me!"
Lin Xiaoming looked at her puzzled.
Song Zhien got up and went to the room. After a while, he brought a file bag and handed it to him.
Lin Xiaoming subconsciously took it and asked doubtfully, "What is this?"
"look by youself!"
Lin Xiaoming had no choice but to open the file bag and found that it contained a will.
The person who made the will was Song Zhien, but the beneficiary was Lin Xiaoming. If she died due to illness or accident, all the property in her name would belong to Lin Xiaoming.
"I have notarized this will and it has legal effect. If something happens to me, the will will take effect immediately!"
Lin Xiaoming was shocked, "You, you, you... what are you doing?"
"I have thought clearly. The reason why Song Zong and others want to harm me is simply because I inherited Song Jinde's shares in Mingde Group. If I die, they can divide and control it! But if I make a will first, let them
Nothing will be gained, even if they kill me, it will be useless."
"You are too cruel!"
"You taught me that to be kind to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself! To deal with them, you must be as ruthless as possible!"
"No!" Lin Xiaoming shook his head, "I mean you are too cruel to yourself. By making this will, you are putting your life in my hands!"
"Have I not always put my life in your hands?"
"This..." Lin Xiaoming asked with a wry smile, "Aren't you afraid that I can't stand the test of human nature, have evil thoughts, kill you, frame the blame on Song Zong, and then seize your property openly?"
"If you are really that kind of person, I will admit it!"
Lin Xiaoming sighed helplessly, "Why are you so stupid? What you did is equivalent to giving away the Song family's property to others. If Song Jinde knew about it, he would be pissed to death!"
Song Zhien didn't refute, just lowered his head, then picked up the wine and drank it all.
When she reached out to pour the wine again, Lin Xiaoming quickly reached out to stop her, "You have already drunk a lot. If you drink any more, you will really get drunk."
Song Zhien pushed his hand away, "Let me get drunk, and all the pain and troubles will be gone when I get drunk!"
When you are drunk, you become even more depressed. After you wake up, you feel even more painful and troubled. Lin Xiaoming did not say this, but just shook his head, "No!"
Song Zhien asked, "Why not?"
Lin Xiaoming tried hard to make the atmosphere better, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "You will act like a gangster when you are drunk. You took advantage of me last time."
Song Zhien thought for a moment and pushed the bottle of wine he had just opened in front of him, "Okay, you get drunk for me!"
Lin Xiaoming sweated furiously, "Can this... be replaced?"
Song Zhien pointed at himself, "I'm your boss now, I can do it if I say so!"
Lin Xiaoming stopped saying anything, picked up the wine bottle and started talking...