The black-bellied president forced his wife to marry

Chapter 22 Paulownia Blossoms (2)
However, he was obviously a little bit emptied by the same luxuries as in the past, especially the little trouble just caused the day before yesterday, although he didn't pay attention to it at all, it was still very annoying.

Frowning and pushing away the enchanting woman who leaned over again, Tang Song snapped his fingers.

The waiter quickly took a bottle of Johnnie Walker, which he was used to drinking, with a wink, and was about to help him pour the wine.The woman didn't follow her, she straightened her plump breasts, pushed the thin waiter aside, and said softly, "Young Master Tang, I'll pour it for you."

Tang Song smiled, changed his previous refusal, and took the wine glass handed by the woman.

The woman with big breasts and no brains didn't notice the impatience and coldness in the man's eyes, her whole body was almost nestled in his arms, she kept rubbing against him, her hands snaked around to touch, and then went straight to the man's legs.

"what--!"

What the woman didn't expect was that before she touched the hem of the man's clothes, her wrists were suddenly clamped, and the piercing pain made her break out in cold sweat, and she couldn't speak clearly, "Tang...Young Master Tang, let go , I... I don't dare anymore."

The man on the sofa still had a relaxed and lazy face, and the corners of his mouth were even slightly raised, but he no longer hid the sinister eyes, which made the woman tremble, "Tang... Young Master Tang..." His face turned purple, and his teeth chattered .

When the man finally let go of his big palm, the woman could be said to be rolling and crawling, and disappeared from his sight in an instant. The poor hand must have been dislocated.

Meng Zixiao happened to see this scene when he came over after playing the ball, and he yelled, "Hey, I don't know how to be sympathetic to women. Beauty, come to this young master."

It's a pity that the woman can run faster than a rabbit.

Tang Song squinted at him, stopped drinking, lit a cigarette with a snap, and said through the smoke, "Oh? You like this, so I'll give it to you from now on."

Meng Zixiao quickly waved his hand, "Forget it, this kind of young model with a little reputation is the scariest, I want to learn from your lesson."

Not long ago, there was a post-90s young model who insisted that she was pregnant with Tang Song's child.I don’t know if it’s better to say that she’s smart or that she’s stupid. That little model doesn’t appear on newspapers and TV like the “predecessors”, and she doesn’t look for Tang Song himself. She went straight to the headquarters of the Tang family, and the face of the old man of the Tang family turned black , called Tang Song back with a series of fatal calls.

"How did you settle it in the end?" Meng Zixiao asked maliciously.

Tang Song flicked the cigarette ash, and laughed at himself: "How to settle it? I haven't touched her at all. Holy Mother, what kind of child is she pregnant?!"

He didn't even remember when he met the woman when he met him. He was reminded the next day that he really had a crush on that young model. Tang Song immediately lost his sexiness with the metal rings made of holes on his belly button.

Fortunately, there are more and more women who start to use their brains as soon as they touch him, regardless of whether they have a real relationship or not, and it annoys him too much.

Meng Zixiao was silent, and also mourned for that young model. He probably wouldn't be able to survive in the model circle in City B.In contrast, the woman who lost her hand just now ended up much better.

The two stayed in the club for a while, and it was getting late, Meng Zixiao stood up first, "Oh, I almost forgot, the little ancestor is on holiday today, I have to go and see."

Tang Song sarcastically went back, "You really did your job as a daddy."

Meng Zixiao smiled wryly, and quickly dialed the number, "It's a holiday, right? Do you need me to pick you up?"

It's boring to stay alone, Tang Song also stood up, just picked up his coat and was about to leave, when he stopped when he heard a name that shouldn't have come out of Meng Zixiao's mouth.

Meng Zixiao: "What? Shen Lue?" Puzzled.

Tang Song: "Shen Lue?!" Surprised.

(End of this chapter)