bestfiction Chapter 40 Broad shoulders, narrow hips, wasp waist, and huge breasts
Chapter 40 Broad shoulders, narrow hips, wasp waist, and huge breasts
Song Nanxi tilted her head and nestled in Ling Sheng's neck, letting out a muffled laugh.
My breath was burning hot.
The heat made Ling Sheng's temples throb, and the veins on his arms bulged from the exertion.
“Taking care of your own artists is what you should do.”
Song Nanxi has a habit of taking advantage of others and acting innocent even after getting a good deal.
Ling Sheng gave a cold laugh. "If it were someone else, do you believe I'd throw her off the building?"
"Pfft, then you'll become a murderer."
As I was smiling, the elevator doors opened.
Song Mo, who was standing at the door of Song Nanxi's house, heard the sound and happened to look up.
Inside the elevator, the woman was held in the man's strong arms, her fair cheeks flushed with an unnatural blush, and her eyes shone with pleasure.
However, when that gaze met his eyes, it quickly turned into disgust.
My good mood came to an abrupt end.
"Damn it, why is he everywhere?" Song Nanxi said irritably.
Ling Sheng also saw Song Mo's figure, but his expression remained unchanged as he stepped out of the elevator.
The question naturally arose: "What brings you here?"
Song Mo's dark eyes scrutinized her. "Come see my dear sister. You haven't been home for so long. So you've been hanging out with your manager. No wonder—" His tone turned cold, and he felt a sense of betrayal. "You were on her side back then."
Song Nanxi has a good method. Ling Sheng is in the entertainment industry, which is full of handsome men and beautiful women. Over the years, countless people have tried to curry favor with him and use all sorts of methods to get close to him, but none of them have succeeded.
This was the first time Song Mo had ever seen Ling Sheng hug a woman so proactively.
Ling Sheng's face darkened. "Song Mo, stop fucking crazy."
"Strange, how come someone spews filth as soon as they open their mouth? Turns out their mouth is reversed," Song Nanxi mocked. "If you have nothing better to do, go lick a toilet. Don't act crazy at my door. If you don't get out of here, I'll call the police and put you on tomorrow's headlines."
Aside from Old Master Song, Song Nanxi wouldn't be polite to anyone else in the Song family.
Song Mo was indeed enraged.
"What? You dare to do it but I can't say anything? If I hadn't come, you two would probably be rolling around together tonight." He sneered, "Did the old man agree to let you enter the entertainment industry, knowing that you were practically begging your manager to get ahead?"
Song Nanxi was so angry she almost laughed.
If she didn't know that Song Mo was straight, she would have really thought that Song Mo had a crush on Ling Sheng.
Seeing them together infuriated me.
"Oh right, I want to sleep with him. Aren't you jealous? After all, it's hard to talk about the person you like. You'll just have to watch her sleep with other men in the future. Aren't you furious?" Song Nanxi stared at him with her dark eyes and a mocking smile on her lips.
He had a complete understanding of his psychology.
She asked lazily, "Song Mo, are you a pervert?"
Song Mo felt a buzzing in his head as she stared at him like that.
He then flew into a rage: "Shut up!"
"Did I tell you? Song Mo, Song Yirou has been your sister for twenty years, how could you develop other feelings for her? It's disgusting—"
"you wanna die!"
Song Mo stepped forward and raised his hand high.
At this moment, his handsome face was completely distorted, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
His hand was grasped in mid-air by another strong hand.
Ling Sheng felt a surge of anger welling up inside him, and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Go ahead and try."
Song Mo met his gaze. "Ling Sheng, you've only known her for a short time. Is it really necessary for you to be so protective of her?"
"What if it was Song Yirou who got hit?"
Ling Sheng's words turned Song Mo into a trapped beast, so enraged he laughed in despair.
"She's not even worthy of being compared to Xiaorou?"
The secret I had kept hidden in my heart was discovered by my best friend of many years, and all of this was thanks to Song Nanxi!
even--
He dared not imagine what Xiaorou would do if she knew.
They'd definitely find him disgusting!
Ling Sheng forcefully shook off his hand and placed Song Nanxi at the door. "Open the door, you go in first." Even after Song Nanxi's feet touched the ground, he didn't completely remove his hand, afraid that she would fall.
Song Nanxi glanced at Song Mo coolly, then unlocked the door with her fingerprint and entered the house.
Once he was certain that Song Nanxi was alright, Ling Sheng's demeanor changed instantly.
She suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Song Mo by the collar, and dragged him into the elevator.
Elevator descending —
Bang!
Song Mo was shoved hard against the elevator wall.
Ling Sheng's eyes were cold and devoid of warmth. He rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows, revealing the muscular lines of his forearms.
His calm tone masked suppressed rage: "Hitting women, spreading rumors, and spreading rumors about your own sister no less! Song Mo, when did you become so shameless?"
Song Mo's chest heaved violently, his eyes fierce. "I have never acknowledged her as my sister."
"Heh, so who is your real sister? Song Yirou?"
Ling Sheng found it unbelievable that Song Mo had been instantly enraged by Song Nanxi's words.
He and Song Mo weren't particularly close, but he never knew that Song Mo harbored such feelings for Song Yirou.
Ling Sheng's disgusted look greatly aggravated Song Mo's sensitive heart. His fists clenched so tightly they cracked. "Ling Sheng, we've known each other for so many years, why do you have to fall out with me over Song Nanxi? I advise you, stay out of the Song family's business!"
"You just said you didn't acknowledge Song Nanxi as your sister, but does she count as part of your family?" Ling Sheng said coldly. "Song Mo, I can still talk to you properly now, so just listen carefully. As long as Song Nanxi is a contracted artist of my company, I will protect her."
You can't touch her right under my nose.
Instead of constantly causing trouble for Song Nanxi, you should turn around and keep a closer eye on your 'younger sister'.
I just don't know if she knows what you're thinking.
"Ling Sheng!"
Song Mo threw a powerful punch at Ling Sheng!
……
When Ling Sheng went upstairs again, he was carrying the things he had bought at the imported supermarket in the community.
The door was ajar, and the light was dim.
Only a dim little lamp was turned on.
A small bulge is faintly visible on the sofa.
A deathly stillness filled the air.
Ling Sheng's heart skipped a beat. "Why aren't the lights on? Are you feeling unwell?" He reached out to press the switch.
"Don't turn on the light, it's too bright."
Song Nanxi's voice was hoarse. She turned over and sat up, her hair disheveled. Seeing what he was holding, she asked, "Did you go downstairs to buy something? What did you buy?"
"I'll give you some fruit and other ingredients to make you some hangover soup."
"Spare me, brother!" Song Nanxi wailed, falling back down. "The hangover soup is too awful; I'd rather suffer to death."
Ling Sheng scoffed, noticing the change in her tone, a smile flashed in his eyes, "My hangover soup isn't bad, it's a secret recipe."
Song Nanxi peeked out from under the blanket, "You have a secret recipe? I'm not well-educated, don't try to fool me."
"Who can fool you? Haven't you been deceiving your agent all along?"
Ling Sheng finished speaking with a half-smile, then picked up the bag and went into the kitchen.
The semi-open kitchen was lit by a dim light. Song Nanxi rested her chin on her hand on the sofa, watching the man's back with great interest.
Broad shoulders, narrow hips, wasp waist, huge...cough cough, huge breasts...
Her perfect figure arouses a strong desire to destroy her.
In Ling Sheng's heart, she must have been a very pitiful figure, right?
Heh, I'm just being shrewd.