So cool! Grab the scumbag's inheritance and become his aunt

Chapter 135 Song Jingcheng, what a poor little thing.

Just as what Ma Kai revealed, Song Jingcheng was extremely strange and crazy when the disease broke out, and he had endless energy all over his body.

He would lock Shen He tightly in his arms like a lion biting a lioness's neck, not allowing her to hide, let alone stay away.

Once Shen He showed signs of wanting to leave the hot spring pool, he would be rudely dragged back by Song Jingcheng and restrained.

Shen He doesn't have dimples, but she has two dimples between her buttocks and lower back. When Song Jingcheng is making love, he likes to lock her waist with both hands and press his thumbs on her dimples.

Sweat dripped down Shen He's back and onto the hideous and ugly scar.

Song Jingcheng would bow his head and wipe away the sweat.

The pain and the magnified possessiveness made his consciousness on the verge of losing control, and he would speak incoherently some crazy words -

"Miaomiao, how many babies do you want?"

"How about having two children? One with your last name? One with my last name?"

"When our child is born, we'll give him to grandma to take care of, okay? Let the baby learn medicine from grandma and become the successor of Sumen medicine..."

Shen He's consciousness fluctuated, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were blurry.

Hearing these words, she pouted and retorted sharply: "Giving birth to a fart!"

"You've been sterilized, how many children can you have? If I have a child in my belly, it will be a green hat for you!"

Song Jingcheng couldn't hear Shen He's answer at all.

He said to himself, "You took the knife for him, you suffered injustice for him, why are you so cruel and ungrateful to me?"

"You're messing with me, aren't you really doing it to get revenge on him?"

"Miao Miao, I don't mind being your tool to take revenge on him. But I can't just be your tool, understand?"

Shen He: “…”

She whispered in defense: "I didn't treat you as a tool..."

"Nonsense!" Song Jingcheng sneered, his arrogance growing stronger and stronger. He muttered, "You didn't use me as a tool to take revenge on him, but you used me as a tool to borrow his seed."

"What do you take me for? A stud?"

Shen He was full of black lines, not feeling guilty at all, and even turned around and said: "Don't be angry, I don't want any of the 33 billion men in the world, but I want to borrow your seed."

"What does this mean?"

"That means you are one in 3.3 billion, one of a kind!"

These words were like a shot of stimulant into Song Jingcheng's body. He felt comfortable, happy and satisfied.

Song Jingcheng felt extremely happy when he thought that he was the gift chosen by Shen He from 3.3 billion males.

"Miaomiao."

"You have a good eye."

He kissed Shen He's back passionately and said unconsciously: "Then I want to have more children with you..."

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After two hours of indulgence, Shen He suffered from hypoglycemia.

Song Jingcheng ordered room service and asked them to bring some sweets.

Shen He ate the chocolate cake in small bites.

Song Jingcheng sat beside her wrapped in a bathrobe, watching her eat quietly, his dark eyes a scarlet red.

The drug was taking effect in his body, but he appeared calm on the surface.

After eating the dessert, Shen He felt better. When she turned around, she saw Song Jingcheng staring at her with a sharp gaze. She was a little overwhelmed and was really afraid that Song Jingcheng would go crazy again.

"I'm going to sleep, you can play by yourself."

Shen He got up and went to bed.

Song Jingcheng said, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

Shen He yawned: "I'm really sleepy, let's go to sleep first and brush my teeth tomorrow morning."

Song Jingcheng shook his head: "No, not brushing your teeth before going to bed is not a good habit." His tone was calm, but there was a hidden paranoia in it.

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Shen He looked at Song Jingcheng with a look of madness on her face, glaring at him and accusing him, "It's three o'clock in the morning, you've made me so tired, and you still want me to brush my teeth?"

Song Jingcheng said nothing.

He stood up, grabbed Shen He's arm, and pulled her to the sink.

Shen He leaned against the sink angrily, saying in a cold tone: "I won't brush!"

Hearing this, Song Jingcheng stared at her silently for a moment, then squeezed the toothpaste himself.

He turned Shen He around and held her in his arms. They both faced the mirror. Song Jingcheng brushed Shen He's teeth himself like a strict and old-fashioned etiquette teacher.

After brushing her teeth, she used a soft towel to wipe Shen He's face and eyes, and also wiped her hands carefully, not leaving out every finger and gap between them...

After finishing all the preparations before going to bed, Song Jingcheng allowed Shen He to go to sleep.

Shen He turned over and lay on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I slept.

Shen He suddenly realized that someone was fiddling with her body. She muttered impatiently: "Grandma, let me sleep a little longer."

She thought it was Su Jin who entered her room.

Unexpectedly, Song Jingcheng's voice came to my ears: "Miaomiao, you have to sleep in a standard posture. You can't sleep on your stomach, which will cause blood circulation problems..."

"There's a lot going on."

As soon as Shen He finished complaining, his body was picked up by a pair of long arms and he changed from sleeping on his stomach to lying on his back.

She was really sleepy, so she didn't say goodbye to Song Jingcheng and soon fell asleep again.

After falling asleep, Shen He subconsciously looked for a comfortable sleeping position.

Just as I turned over, I heard Song Jingcheng's ghostly voice again: "Miao Miao, sleep well."

Shen He was turned over again...

"Can I still sleep well?" Shen He suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, and turned on the wall lamp.

Shen He was woken up by the noise in the middle of the night, and he was so angry that he could kick a cow to death.

She poked Song Jingcheng in the heart and cursed: "Song Jingcheng, are you a pervert? Or a control freak?"

"Do you still want to have a good relationship with me? You have so many requests. Do you want me to customize a bjd doll for you? I can let it sleep with you in the future, and you can pose it in any way you want?"

No matter if he is neurotic or a control freak.

Shen He will definitely not spoil him!

Song Jingcheng was sobered up after being bombarded by Shen He.

He lowered his head in shame and apologized earnestly: "I'm sorry, I can't control my emotions."

Shen He got up and sat on the head of the bed.

Staring at Song Jingcheng, who was obviously very tired but was absent-minded and unable to fall asleep, Shen He pursed his lips and revealed an unfathomable expression.

When the disease flares up, all of Song Jingcheng's emotions will be infinitely magnified, and then the nature that is usually suppressed by him will be unconsciously released.

You must brush your teeth before going to bed.

The sleeping posture must be standardized.

If Shen He disobeys and refuses to cooperate, he will transform into Teacher Song and teach her the rules in person.

These are all manifestations of his desire for control.

Under normal circumstances, these minor problems of his are not obvious, but once they occur, they cannot be hidden...

"Did Mrs. Song ask you to do this when you were little?" The clever Shen He immediately realized the problem.

Song Jingcheng nodded and calmly said, "Since I was young, my family has set a strict schedule for me."

"When I was young, I had to go to bed at 9:30 every night and get up at 6:00 in the morning. I remember one time, I pretended to be asleep and waited for the servants to turn off the lights, then I secretly got up and played with Lego."

"I was discovered in the middle of the night. My mother was furious. She crushed my Lego pieces one by one and dragged me to the backyard to burn them in front of me."

"For a month after that, she would sit by the bed and watch me when I fell asleep. She was afraid that I was pretending to be asleep, so she would use testing equipment on me..."