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

Chapter 284 The Notorious Two-Faced Fairy 47

In fact, Qing Wan knew all about this. The Zhang family wanted to get close to Song Jingheng, so they tried their best to make their youngest daughter please Qi Fengyue.

But Miss Zhang Er had a lover, but just like in those clichéd TV dramas, the man was a poor boy.

How could the Zhang family agree to this? Besides, Zhang's father was extremely patriarchal. He raised his son as an heir, while his daughter was trained from a young age in preparation for marriage.

So what Miss Zhang Er learned since childhood was to take care of her husband and children, and how to please a man. The extreme family environment made her cowardly and habitually humble.

Before winning Qi Fengyue's favor, Zhang's father had originally planned to marry her to an old man in his sixties.

As for the so-called "death in a car accident", it was just a deal made between Song Jingheng and Miss Zhang Er's lover.

He helped them escape from the Zhang family on the condition that they changed their identities and never set foot in the federation for the rest of their lives.

In this way, Song Jingheng solved the marriage problem, and used it as a springboard to directly and bloodily gain control of the Song family with swift and decisive means.

He didn't want it before because he thought it was troublesome and unnecessary, until Qi Fengyue self-righteously cooperated with Zhuang He in secret and took Qing Wan away, which was no different from digging out his weak spot.

But other people didn't know these things so clearly. They just sighed and were horrified at Song Jingheng's coldness, and even cursed his cruelty behind his back, just like Qiu Ying at this moment.

"Tan Qi, you must be careful of him."

She pretended to be hesitant, but the hostility in her words was not concealed at all.

"This kind of person will always do whatever it takes to achieve their goals. When they dote on you, they seem to be willing to give you their life, but once they lose interest in you, they will throw you away like a rag doll. How can a person who dares to kill even his own biological parents be normal?"

As Qiu Ying was talking, she suddenly reached out and grasped Qing Wan's fingertips. Her sticky love surged up in her. She looked at Qing Wan with tears in her eyes and said lovingly, "It's so dangerous, Qiqi, can I protect you? I..."

Before she could finish the rest of her words, the class bell suddenly rang shrilly. Qiu Ying pretended to be startled and shrank to hide in Qing Wan's arms.

But just as he got a little closer, he suddenly heard a sharp and fierce roar in his ears.

"Qiu Ying! Go back to your seat and sit down!"

Qing Wan opened her eyes and looked towards the podium. The young lecturer had a gloomy face, and his expression was ferocious with jealousy. He stared at the fingers touching Qiu Ying's and hers, and scolded coldly.

"Don't you know it's class time now? You have no discipline at all! Do you want to fail the course?!"

There are no fixed seats in the classroom, you can sit anywhere. It is obvious that there is no reason for the teacher to be so angry, but no one thinks it is wrong. Some people even couldn't help but feel secretly happy and sneered at Qiu Ying sarcastically.

Under the piercing gazes of the crowd, Qiu Ying gritted her teeth and reluctantly sat back down.

But those burning gazes still did not leave Qing Wan, and even became more intense.

It was not until the get out of class was over at noon that someone finally couldn't hold it in any longer. When he saw Qing Wan packing her things, he came over eagerly, his face flushed, and confessed nervously.

"Tan, Tan Qi, you, I..."

The boy in front of him was so nervous that he couldn't even speak, and was sweating profusely. But at this moment, Qing Wan glanced at him, and her charming laziness was like poison that seeped straight into his bones and blood.

The boy was stunned for a moment, and then his heart suddenly burst into overwhelming love, and he raised his voice enthusiastically: "I like you!!"

Seeing Qing Wan's slightly raised eyebrows, the sinister looks from the people around him pierced him like nails, but the boy seemed to only see Qing Wan in his eyes. He was extremely excited and wanted to pounce on Qing Wan while talking.

"I'll give you all my money and let me be your lover, okay? I—"

A few steps away from Qing Wan, the boy was suddenly grabbed by the neck from behind and lifted up. Then he was thrown out and hit the ground with a bang. He was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream.

Song Jingheng, dressed in a suit and tie, stood on the stairs with a noble and elegant appearance. He had a blank expression on his face and his eyes were slightly lowered. The aura around him was ferocious and surging like that of an evil ghost.

Bitch!

Why don't you just die!!

There were scarlet bloodshot at the corners of Song Jingheng's eyes, and dark thoughts came to his mind one after another. However, the next second, the corner of his clothes was suddenly pulled.

"Song Jingheng."

The slightly displeased voice was like a basin of cold water poured on Song Jingheng's jealous heart. He restrained his expression and turned around with a pitiful look.

"I'm sorry, I was just too anxious just now, I thought he was going to hurt you."

He checked Qing Wan with fear, as if to make sure that she was okay, but in fact he was secretly sniffing her scent to see if there was anything else mixed in.

The rich peony scent is indeed mixed with some women's perfume.

Song Jingheng's pupils shrank strangely, and he lowered his eyes to hide his emotions. He turned around and smiled gently at the classmate who was helped up.

"I'm sorry, I was in a hurry just now. I will have someone send this student to the hospital, and I will bear all the expenses."

His tone of voice was obviously normal, and even the smile on his lips was perfect, but all the students standing opposite him couldn't help but feel creepy.

Because his expression was so standard that it seemed as if it had been carefully designed, covering up his emotions and giving people an indescribable sense of horror.

Qing Wan, who was at the center of the incident, acted as if she hadn't noticed anything. She even gave him a kiss as a reward when they got home.

"You did well today—"

Before she could finish her words, Song Jingheng, with a burning and dark look in his eyes, suddenly threw her onto the bed.

"Baby……"

Song Jingheng, who was buried in the crook of her neck, rubbed it left and right, his voice muffled, with a strong smile, while licking the soft flesh on her neck, he confessed incoherently: "...I like you."

The tone of his voice sounded somewhat shy, but the pair of long eyes buried in the crook of Qingwan's neck were bloody and cruel to the extreme.

This is only the first day.

Qing Wan lowered his eyes nonchalantly, like a patient hunter, pushing his prey into a desperate situation little by little.

The next day, when Song Jingheng picked her up from school, there was another scent mixed with her, like the smoke of tobacco lingering around her neck.

Moreover, there was a love letter in her schoolbag that had not been thrown away.