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

Chapter 270 The Notorious Two-Faced Fairy 33

At that time, Song Jingheng was in the kitchen wearing an apron and cooking soup for Qing Wan. The mobile phone next to him was activated with message push notifications because of Qing Wan's incident.

Then there was a ding-dong sound, and when he turned his head, he saw the news popping up on the screen. The exaggerated description condensed it to show that Lu Jinan and Zhuang He were also involved in this matter.

Parrot imitating.

Song Jingheng withdrew his gaze with disgust, turned his head to carefully control the heat, and looked back from time to time.

The open kitchen allowed him to see Qing Wan, who was curled up on the sofa playing with her mobile phone on the other side. The afterglow was scattered outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. In the sky full of rosy clouds, she was as pretty and lazy as a Persian cat on the sofa.

Song Jingheng's heart was pounding as he watched. The joy in his chest was so full that it seemed to be about to overflow. At the same time, he couldn't help but guess what she was looking at.

Is he browsing all the news about her, or chatting with others?

He had secretly implanted a program into her mobile phone that would automatically filter out messages from Zhuang He and the others, and would also block messages from Qing Wan, creating the illusion that they had been deleted.

And he checked every night, including who she contacted and what she read.

Perhaps because he had robbed it, any disturbance was as serious as a landslide or tsunami to Song Jingheng.

This desire for control is so strong that it can be called pathological.

But he just couldn't control himself. He had forced himself before, but whenever he thought that Qing Wan might be snatched away by some other bitch because of his momentary negligence, he would become so anxious that he felt like he was on fire and couldn't sit still.

Just avoid danger.

He told himself this, and then he indulged himself recklessly, until now, he began to feel dissatisfied.

Not only did he want to spy on everything about her, he also wanted to get all her attention...

Masochistically, he placed his fingertips on the edge of the bowl of hot soup, his skin there still burned scarlet. After a long time, Song Jingheng adjusted his expression and brought the soup over as dignified and gentle as usual.

Qingwan turned off her phone before he approached her, and in the moment she "inadvertently" revealed it, it looked like she was chatting with someone.

Song Jingheng's eyes darkened a little, but his expression didn't change. He put the soup on the table, leaned over and kissed the corner of her mouth intimately, and asked casually, "What are you doing?"

"No."

Qing Wan responded a little coldly, and even dodged Song Jingheng's kiss, as if it was a subconscious reaction.

At that moment, the atmosphere seemed to become a little more solemn.

But then Song Jingheng acted as if nothing had happened, with a smile still on his face, and seemed not to care about this little episode.

But afterwards he kept finding excuses to use Qingwan's phone, and as expected, he was all rejected.

By the time the meal was over, the disguise on his face could no longer be maintained, and even the gloom in his brows seemed to be distorted. His dark eyes glanced at Qingwan's phone again and again.

The teasing succubus pretended not to notice anything and deliberately poked the phone from time to time. When Song Jingheng looked over, she pretended to turn off the screen.

Qing Wan, who was pretending to watch a movie, smiled secretly when she caught a glimpse of the blue veins in his neck that suddenly tensed up.

Now the line on Tan Yu's side can be advanced. If the popularity builds up for a few more days, she can expose her vest and let the "Qitan" account directly earn a lot of traffic.

In addition, in the past few days, Mu Ping has almost been completely addicted to the casino, losing all her money in it. She is trying every means to get money from her daughter in order to get back her capital.

But gambling is like a quagmire. Once you fall into it and get out, it is harder than climbing to the sky.

There was a mocking smile in her eyes, but when she noticed Song Jingheng approaching, she suppressed all her emotions and glanced at him lazily, her attitude still showing a hint of obvious coldness.

In Qing Wan's plan, once he started preparing to destroy Tan Yu, he would be preparing to escape.

So now, she is paving the way for her departure in every sense of the word.

"Baby, are you mad at me?"

Song Jingheng forced himself to suppress the anxiety in his heart, and the corners of his eyes were a little red, but his expression was deliberately pitiful, so that the strange blood seemed to be stained with a bit of grievance.

Qing Wan did not try to coax him like she did before. Instead, she stood up and walked towards the bedroom impatiently, saying something perfunctorily.

"I'm just a little annoyed, don't think too much about it."

Song Jingheng's breathing became slightly tense, and without thinking, he stood up and stuck to her, his brows and eyes were extremely gloomy, but he pretended to be considerate with his words.

"What's wrong? Are you still thinking about those things on the Internet? It's okay, I will solve it soon, and then you can go wherever you want-"

"enough."

Before Song Jingheng could finish his words, he was interrupted by Qing Wan with a frown on her face.

"Are you annoying? Why do you always ask questions and check my phone? Song Jingheng, don't you realize that your desire for control is abnormal?"

After yelling these words in one breath, Qing Wan seemed to not want to talk to him anymore. She shook off his hand and walked straight towards the bedroom.

There was a loud "bang", and the dead silent air seemed so sticky and cold that it could block people's breathing.

Song Jingheng curled up his fingers and when he opened his eyes, the scarlet at the corners of his eyes spread out, shimmering with water, looking weird and pitiful.

He endured it there for a long time, and finally his rapid breathing with a bloody smell was barely suppressed.

But the panic that resulted from this began to expand without limit.

She never cared about these things before. Who reminded her?

Lu Jinan? Or Zhuang He? Or some other bitch who doesn't know his own limits?

Song Jingheng twitched the corner of his mouth strangely, turned around and strode into the study, turned on the computer, and skillfully typed on the keyboard quickly.

Before long, all the browsing traces on Qingwan's phone were revealed in front of him.

He stared intently, checking them one by one, his bloodshot eyes surging with bloody hostility, trying to find any clues.

Song Jingheng, whose mind was tense, did not notice the slightest movement of the study door being pushed open. Until he was about to reach the bottom of all the chat records, an unbelievable voice suddenly came from behind him.

"You're spying on me?!"