Vicious Female Partner Doesn’t Want To Do It Anymore

Dong Ling thought that most of Xuandu was homophobic, or else he would not have finished saying these words and rode his motorcycle away with a cursed expression on his face.

"Go to Song Mingzhi's house, remember, you haven't seen anything tonight."

Dongling looked at the driver in the front seat, and the words just now should not be known by others, especially Song Mingzhi's family.

The driver nodded again and again, changed the route numbly, and went to Song Mingzhi's house.

Going downstairs to Song Mingzhi's house, Dongling waved his hand and told the driver to go back first.

For now, this task shouldn't be too easy, it's just a one-night stay at Song Mingzhi's house.

Dongling knocked on the door confidently, but got no response.

021: [Are you not at home? 】

Dongling pressed his temples and found that he was a little dizzy, and he forgot to call in advance.

After a long busy tone, a mechanical electronic female voice rang from the phone.

"Sorry, the call you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please dial later..."

Dong Ling frowned slightly, hung up and called Zuo.

"Is Mingzhi still at the event?"

"No, there is no arrangement for announcement tonight," Zuo felt the implication of Dongling's words, and asked hesitantly, "Let me contact you?"

Dongling answered and hung up the phone.

Zuo Zai called back two minutes later: "Mr. Dong, I can't get in touch here, and no one answers the phone. I already called Xiao Tan, and Xiao Tan explained that Zhi didn't let him follow, and he didn't know where Ming Zhi was."

At this moment, many bad guesses flashed in Dongling's mind, but it wasn't because Song Mingzhi was the heroine, so there must be some messy things involved.

Missing? Kidnapped? Did you meet the second prince of the underworld?

021 immediately clarified: [There is no such existence in this article, the girl is sober, the book does not say that the heroine is in danger at this time. 】

Dongling said with confidence: "I see, you don't need to look for it."

Dongling thought that Song Mingzhi should have his own personal affairs, although he didn't know what it was.

Dongling put the phone aside and looked at the closed door of Song Mingzhi's house in a daze.

If Song Mingzhi's phone can't get through tonight, then this task will not be completed.

Dong Ling didn't leave just like that, and sat at Song Mingzhi's house very casually, holding his head and looking at the floor.

In fact, turning around and leaving is the best choice. Dongling knows that Song Mingzhi will call back when she sees a missed call, and it will not be too late to complete the task. If Song Mingzhi does not call back, she may not check her phone and go home, even if she keeps guarding Here, the mission is impossible.

Dongling actually didn't like wasting time, but he didn't move.

Waiting is an uneasy and boring thing. Stopping and hesitating to leave is nothing more than placing hope on the ethereal existence called "luck", worrying that the next moment I leave, I will miss some kind of good opportunity.

Dongling's luck has always been very general.

Glancing at the time, it was eleven twenty.

I've been playing with my phone for 40 minutes, but the phone doesn't ring, and the elevator not far away doesn't.

What did Song Mingzhi do?

Dong Ling sighed, rather melancholy.

021 said: [Girl, otherwise you can make a phone call, this is not the way to wait. 】

021 naturally wants Dongling to complete the task, but now in this situation, it feels that waiting for Dongling is not the way.

Dongling responded and called the second time, but no one answered.

[021, I think...]

Dong Ling started talking, but didn't say anything, hugged his knees and sighed again.

021: [Huh? girl, what do you think? 】

Dong Ling said absent-mindedly: [I don't think I understand very well. 】

Yes, Dongling suddenly realized that he didn't seem to know Song Mingzhi that well.

I don't know where Song Mingzhi is from, and I don't know if he has any friends. When he can't contact Song Mingzhi, there is no way to track his whereabouts.

If Song Mingzhi is just a simple subordinate relationship, then this is understandable, but Song Mingzhi is a friend.

be friends.

It is the beginning of summer, the weather is hot during the day and a little cold at night.

Dong Ling sat on the ground for a long time, a gust of night wind blew, touched the cold skin on his legs, and his heart was a little empty.

He comforted himself in his heart, even if there were a lot of things between good friends that couldn't be said to each other, it was like hiding a big secret from Song Mingzhi, and now it's not because of this secret.

021: [Who do you not know well? Song Mingzhi? 】

021 is a little embarrassed: [Blame me, because the permission is blocked, so that you can't understand the whole plot and the heroine level. 】

Dongling knew that the artificial mental retardation had the wrong idea. He had long since stopped exploring Song Mingzhi's past, and was even more reluctant to investigate. After all, there was no one who made friends.

Dong Ling stood up in a low mood, the night wind gave him a headache, he had been drinking some wine tonight, and was frightened by Xuandu's reckless behavior to stop the car, and his back was sweating.

I was distracted thinking about what He Die's expression said tonight. Nothing was right, but he didn't know what to say. He wanted to remind Xuandu to protect He Die, but he felt that there was no need to waste his words. Xuandu regarded He Die as a Seeing the enemy, after drinking the wine, they learned the news and asked, is this not enough for the embankment.

Dongling glanced at the silent night at the end of the corridor and pressed the elevator.

Coincidentally, Dongling saw Song Mingzhi who got out of the car not far from the gate.

Dong Ling took two steps forward and found that his luck was not bad, but if he walked down two minutes earlier, Song Mingzhi might have staggered.

He was about to go up to say hello, but saw Song Mingzhi stopped by the car again, a man got off the driver's seat, took a box from the trunk, and put it in Song Mingzhi's hand.

What do they seem to be talking about, Dongling did not rashly approach to disturb.

That should be Song Mingzhi's friend, Dong Ling has never seen it, because there is still some distance between them, and he can only vaguely see that the man is quite tall, and Wen Han is about the same.

Dongling became vigilant in his heart, and immediately poked 021, and asked: [Uncle, isn't that the second male? 】

Dah, Dah, it's absolutely not possible now, even if it is the second male, there is no requirement of the task system, and it is necessary to swing the sword and cut the love silk and send the person away.

021 thought for a while and said: [It shouldn't be, the second male doesn't seem to show up so early. The second male seems to be still abroad at this time. It should be when the main man and woman get engaged. 】

Dong Ling was slightly relieved, seeing the engagement expression distorted.

The task system still asked to spend the night at Song Mingzhi's house tonight, and another day, he would ask Song Mingzhi to doi. Engagement is a matter of time. If you don't make an appointment, you will have to get married... Dongling is under a lot of pressure.

Song Mingzhi accepted Wen Qian's thank you, and after a few words, she turned around and headed home. She was slightly startled when she saw the slender girl standing under the street lamp.

Under the white light, Dong Ling's complexion became colder and paler, his clothes were thin, maybe a little cold, and the model holding his arms looked more and more thin and lonely.

It is obviously a rich and noble flower raised by the family, but it is a little sluggish at the moment.

Song Mingzhi hurried over holding the box, Dong Ling's eyes met.

Dong Ling didn't speak, but a pair of cat's eyes meant faintly, with some depression and depression.

Song Mingzhi asked softly, "Why are you here, why didn't you call me?"

"I called, but you didn't answer."

Song Mingzhi frowned slightly, and said apologetically, "I have been at the dinner party just now, and I didn't check my phone on the way, so it may have been muted."

Song Mingzhi had something important tonight, and Wen Qian flew in from Jingzhou to talk about the matter. He talked with Ji Yiling, Wen Qian and some important people for several hours, and it just ended.

"Go up, it's cold at night and there are many mosquitoes."

Dong Ling nodded and followed Song Mingzhi.

Looking at the box in his arms, he asked curiously, "So?"

"liquor."

Dong Ling nodded, sniffed at Song Mingzhi and said, "You've been drinking, rum."

The rum is sweet and fragrant, and Dongling feels that his headache has eased.

Dong Ling got close, and his breath hit Song Mingzhi's neck, causing it to itch unnaturally, and the hand holding the box shook.

Song Mingzhi opened the door before answering, put the wine aside, changed his shoes, and asked Dongling about his coming.

Naturally, it is impossible for Dongling to say that he is coming to your house to sleep, picking up the previous things and talking about it.

"I originally wanted to go home, but I didn't expect Xuandu to go crazy and stop my car halfway. If I go home, it is estimated that I will go back with me. It's impossible for my parents to not entertain you, so I'll just come to you."

Anyway, it is impossible for Xuandu to come to Song Mingzhi to confront him. Dongling can say whatever he wants.

"Then stay at my house, and I'll help you clean up the room."

"Okay, then I'll take a shower first. I have a headache from the wind."

Song Mingzhi said it naturally, Dongling responded smoothly, and the result was decided in just one sentence.

When Dongling came wearing a bathrobe, Song Mingzhi was playing with the wine.

Holding his chin while watching, and smelling the scent of rum on Song Mingzhi's body, he became more and more moved.

The taste of wine will be much better if the right person drinks it. He Die invited him to drink it for a long time tonight, but because of his emotions, the taste is the same.

Song Mingzhi felt the straight eyes and said with a smile, "Want to drink?"

Dongling chicken nodded as if pecking at rice, the greedy worm has been hooked.

Song Mingzhi picked out the best bottle of tequila and took his own bartending tools.

Dong Ling's brows lit up: "You're still playing with this?"

Song Mingzhi nodded, his eyebrows relaxed and he said, "I won't let you down."

Song Mingzhi mixed two glasses of wine for Dongling, a glass of tequila sun and a glass of frosted margarita.

The first cup is sweet and sour with the spiciness of tequila, and the latter is icy and addictive.

Dong Ling leaned against the bar with blushing face, watching Song Mingzhi turn on the projection, the lights in the living room were turned off, leaving only the dim light on the bar.

The French soundtrack has a romantic style. Dongling Song Mingzhi clinks glasses and quietly enjoys the screen, but gradually his eyes drift away.

Light and shadow changed on Song Mingzhi's profile, Dongling approached without knowing it, facing the small mole on Song Mingzhi's cheek.

The color of Song Mingzhi's mysterious red moon makes people easily think of the noble, elegant, mysterious and powerful lord in the castle. This mole is like a luxuriant rose in a moonlit night, with cool tones and gorgeousness, Dongling finds it very sexy.

Squinting, he licked the tip of his tongue lightly.