"No, it's not Qin Lang." Song Tiantian stared at the video on the computer screen for a long time, and she didn't know why, she just firmly believed in her heart that Qin Lang would not do that kind of thing.

Stalking her, sending intimate photos of her and other men to Tang Jingyun, trying to ruin their relationship?

Who would do that?

"Song Anqi?" Song Tiantian narrowed his eyes, and instantly understood in his heart.

Tang Jingyun is not a person who does not distinguish between right and wrong, although the car that followed Song Tiantian belonged to Qin Lang's name, he would not bite to death, and the person sitting in the car was Qin Lang.

As Song Qian thought, it is still possible for Song Anqi.

The Song family's side is too capable of tossing, and he has no patience to let them continue to make trouble.

Song Tiantian sensed the sudden ruthlessness in his eyes, and seemed to understand what he was trying to do.

But no matter what Tang Jingyun would do for her, she naturally wanted to be on his side, for the Song family, she had long lost her affection, no matter what consequences they suffered, it was all self-inflicted.

She is now grateful that no matter what happens, there is always someone by her side who can shelter her.

Thinking of this, the smile on her lips became clearer.

She hooked his neck, lifted her head, and gave him a long, hot kiss.

Song tilting's sudden overture made Tang Jingyun stunned for a moment, but soon he turned against the guest.

He kissed deeper and deeper, and his big hands wandered restlessly over her, stirring up a fiery heat.

Song Tiantian couldn't help but moan.

Although it was in the hall, the servants had long since retreated, and they still understood this rule.

The two were entangled, sometimes a little unscrupulous.

Song Tilting was thin-skinned and very shy at first, but with a master of the love field like Tang Jingyun, Song Tilting was gradually trained by him to be more bold.

What hall, sofa, bathroom, balcony, home almost all have to be tried by him......

Just when the two of them were in full swing, suddenly, there was a 'snap' sound, which dragged Song Tiantian's reason back from the brink of collapse, and she turned her head in a panic and looked behind her.

I saw Qin Mei standing at the door of the hall in an elegant and luxurious outfit, followed by a servant behind her, carrying a large bag of things in her hand, seeing the exciting scene of Tang Jingyun and Song Tiantian, the little maid was startled and dropped a bag on the ground by mistake.

Song Tiantian's face instantly turned red like a tomato, and at this moment, she really wanted to find a hole to drill into.

Unlike Song Tiantian's embarrassment, Tang Jingyun is quite calm.

He raised his hand, sorted out Song Tiantian's slightly messy clothes, and buttoned up his own clothes, before his eyes fell on Qin Mei.

"Why are you here?"

Qin Mei used to come to Dijing Villa often, but since Tang Jingyun married Song Tiantian, Qin Mei didn't come much.

"In broad daylight, you two should also pay attention to your image, can't you? The family comes and goes, there are so many servants alone, you have to go back to the room with affection, you used to be a person who knew how to measure, why did you become so casual after getting married? Qin Mei preached to them seriously.

This statement made Song Tiantian a little ashamed.

It seems that in Qin Mei's eyes, she is a vixen, specializing in hooking up with his son.

"Say less." Tang Jingyun interrupted Qin Mei in a cold tone.

Qin Mei saw the displeased look on Tang Jingyun's face, and he didn't say anything more.

Song tilting has Tang Jingyun, which is equivalent to having a talisman.

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