My Money Kingdom

After about five or six minutes, Wang Chengming dragged him back, holding a familiar vintage bottle in his hand, before walking to the door, Chen Hui smelled a familiar spicy smell.

Childhood memories, Chen Hui was very naughty when he was a child, and used safflower oil to wipe the sprained hands and feet.

Not to mention, it doesn't look very good, but it really works. Generally, the symptoms are much better in two or three days.

Later, when I grew up, I basically used Yunnan Baiyao, where can I get safflower oil.

It can only be seen in rural areas now.

"What! Go ahead, I promise to keep my mouth shut." Wang Chengming laughed, and he would have put my knowledge on the spot.

Chen Hui raised his eyebrows, this Wang Chengming didn't learn well, but he learned a lot.

It seems that there are indeed problems with education since childhood. In the future, he will have to carry the heavy burden.

A son is a son!

"What nonsense are you talking about, I just went out to let out the wind and my foot was knocked off. That's why I need safflower oil." Chen Hui explained.

"Little uncle, I understand, I understand! Go ahead, you're an adult, these are all trivialities." Wang Chengming still insisted on his own opinion and laughed slyly.

That's kind of scary indeed.

Chen Hui shook his head, too lazy to explain, and went upstairs.

In fact, Song Siyun slept on the first floor, so Chen Hui should go downstairs, but in order not to arouse suspicion, he had to go upstairs first.

Wang Chengming looked at Chen Hui's retreating back, and his thumb stood up again.

Chen Hui should make a lot of money, and seeing this game is beyond his reach.

At most, he can only play with some fox friends, plus practical props, this is the maximum.

Look at Chen Hui, get started with safflower oil, tsk tsk!

Wang Chengming couldn't imagine the taste.

However, his family's ancestral grave is now smoking, and sooner or later he will have the wealth of Chen Hui. Should he learn how to play this upper-class game?

Otherwise, he won't be able to play at that time, and will someone scold him for being a turtle.

Mixing in the high circle is really different!

After Wang Chengming sighed, he went back to his room and went to sleep. He has been very tired these days.

Chen Hui went upstairs, sat in the hall to rest for a few minutes, and then went downstairs lightly.

After all, the following things are not suitable for children, and they are also quite assholes, so too many people should not know about them.

Especially Wang Shu and Wang Xinyi, otherwise these days will be in vain.

Chen Hui walked to the door of Song Siyun's room, and the light overflowed through the tiny crack of the door.

Haven't slept yet.

Chen Hui also knocked on the door with confidence.

"bang bang bang"

There was a very slight knock on the door, even if the people in the room didn't listen carefully, they wouldn't be able to detect it.

It was mainly because Song Siyun had someone from the Wang family sleeping across from him, but Chen Hui didn't dare to make a big noise.

After waiting for half a minute, no one came to open the door. It seemed that I really didn't hear it.

Seriously, why is this Wang family's door so good to buy?

Can't hear the knock on the door, it's useless.

"bang bang bang"

Chen Hui knocked again.

"Bang bang bang."

…

After knocking several times, no one came to open the door.

Chen Hui understood, Song Siyun inside knew that the person outside was him.

Chen Hui knew in his heart that Song Siyun actually wanted him to go in at this time. Women have a weak side, and Song Siyun is no exception.

The more you don't let him in, the more you want him in.

Chen Hui also discovered that Song Siyun was a bit masochistic and liked to stimulate.

Now it's just out of a woman's restraint, and to maintain her only remaining arrogance, she's being petty here.

[I saw that your foot was injured just now. I brought you some safflower oil. Come and open the door quickly. 】

Chen Hui took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Song Siyun.

The response was a response, but it was a bit irritating.

[I fell asleep and my feet didn't hurt. Get out of here. 】

Chen Hui sneered and replied.

[Believe it or not, I just broke in, the big deal is that I don't want to stay with the Wang family, and I don't care about face. Besides, if you don't rub some potion on your feet tonight, you will definitely swell up a lot tomorrow. Believe it or not, you can't even walk, so hurry up and open the door, I beg you. 】

In order to be able to kiss Fang Ze tonight, Chen Hui did everything he could, and even licked the dog a bit.

It doesn't matter, the shame is only lost for this moment, and no one knows.

Besides, the lost face will be found in a while.

Song Siyun was half lying on the bed, her trousers were rolled up to her knees, revealing her fair calves and delicate feet, as if carved from white jade, but the white jade was flawed, and there was a red and swollen spot on the back of her right calf.

Song Siyun pinched it, her eyebrows knitted tightly in pain, there is still a half-point of Gao Leng Yujie's appearance, and now she is a weak woman who needs help urgently.

Song Siyun rubbed lightly while looking at the WeChat conversation with Chen Huiliang on the phone screen.

In Chen Hui's last sentence, she was both angry and secretly happy.

How dare someone surnamed Chen threaten her? Do you really think she grew up on milk?

However, Song Siyun can still taste the deep concern revealed in it.

Unexpectedly, a stinky man like Chen Hui knows how to care about women, but he still cares about her when he has a girlfriend. He really deserves to be a scumbag.

Nonsence.

After struggling for a while, Song Siyun made a decision. She went to open the door and let Chen Hui in.

But if Chen Hui does anything to her, she will shout loudly if it's a big deal. She can't beat Chen Hui in a fight. She is very self-aware of this.

So, Song Siyun slowly moved her footsteps, with the corners of her mouth tilted up. There was no sign of pain between her brows and eyes, and she could vaguely see the joy in it.

It seems that he is very satisfied with Chen Hui's shameless approach.

"Zizzi"

The door slowly opened, Song Siyun's pretty face instantly turned cold, she snorted softly, stretched out her hand and said, "Bring the safflower oil."

Chen Hui looked at Song Siyun who was still holding it, smiled, and said inside: "Sister Song, my good sister. Why is your room so fragrant, the Wang family treats it too differently."

"Oh, you can't come in." Song Siyun reached out to stop Chen Hui and said softly.

"I'm going in."

"You can't come in."

"Just come in."

"cannot."

The two were arguing, but both seemed to be afraid of being discovered by others, and the voice was extremely low.

Song Siyun's pretty face blushed, and she seemed to realize that the few words just now had other deeper consciousness. Coupled with the feeling of Chen Hui's uneven abdominal muscles from her arm, Song Siyun could clearly feel it even through her clothes.

It turns out that Chen Hui's figure is so predictable, Song Siyun subconsciously nodded and swallowed.

In the middle of the night, alone with a man and a widow, coupled with the intimate contact, the breath of the two could be clearly heard. Song Siyun's pretty face was getting redder and hotter, and she felt hotter and hotter. Chen Hui forcibly broke in.

"Chen Hui, you!"

Song Siyun turned her head and saw Chen Hui sitting on her bed, staring at Chen Hui with raised eyebrows and stamped feet.

Chen Hui said with a smile: "It's not closed yet, I really want to be seen."

Song Siyun snorted coldly and closed the door reluctantly.

If it wasn't for this shameful news, she would have taught Chen Hui a lesson long ago.

Song Siyun dragged her injured foot and slowly moved to the bedside step by step.

Chen Hui couldn't help laughing at this funny scene.

"It's not all your fault for laughing or laughing." Song Siyun scolded, and picked up the things next to her and threw them at Chen Hui.

Chen Hui smiled and said, "Okay, dear Miss Song! It's all my fault. I sincerely apologize, okay?"

"Don't shout, who is your dear?" Besides, I don't accept your apology. Song Siyun frowned slightly and sat on the sofa far away from Chen Hui.

This room is also the master bedroom, quite large, with a sofa and a separate bathroom.

"Okay, don't play your temper. Come here, I'll rub safflower oil for you, so that you won't be able to walk back tomorrow." Chen Hui waved and said with concern.

"Go away, do you think I'm a dog? What do you call me? Give me the safflower oil, I'll wipe it myself, you go out quickly." Song Siyun's pretty face turned red again.

"Okay, what do you know about rubbing safflower oil? It's a technical job, and it takes an expert like me. Now you're a sick patient, and I'm too lazy to care about you." Chen Hui got up and walked towards Song Siyun .

Song Siyun was sitting on the sofa, looking up at Chen Hui. From her point of view, Chen Hui's face was hideous, and it was really scary.

This startled her, she curled up directly on the sofa, and said again and again: "Chen Hui, I'll do it myself. You sit over there, don't come over, come over again, believe me or not, I'll call someone?"

Song Siyun regretted opening the door. She knew about Chen Hui's past, but she never imagined that Chen Hui would be so daring, that he would force it if he was alone? Song Siyun was angry and annoyed, regretful and ashamed, ashamed and afraid.

What can we do now?

"save…"

Before she could scream, Song Siyun was pinched by Chen Hui's hands on the tender meat on both sides of her cheeks, and the sound of "woo woo woo" came from behind.

"Don't yell, I'll go out after I wipe it for you." Chen Hui frowned, looking at the swelling on Song Siyun's calf, and said warmly.

"You get out."

As soon as Chen Hui let go, Song Siyun clenched his hand into a fist and hit Chen Hui.

But Chen Hui's hand had already gently massaged her calf, and Song Siyun had no choice but to say, "Hurry up and be gentle."

"Don't worry, I've done a lot of this kind of work, so I'm sure." Chen Huiyun said calmly.

Song Siyun frowned and said unhappily, "How many women have you wiped?"

"Not many, just one hundred and eighty." Chen Hui smiled.

"Sure enough, it's a dead scumbag." Song Siyun murmured.

Chen Hui's brows loosened, and he said with a smile, "I'm too lazy to lie to you, you're still the first woman I've rubbed safflower oil on."

Song Siyun listened to Chen Hui's explanation, the corners of her mouth couldn't help turning up, but she still blamed: "Who asked you to wipe it for me, you forced it."

Song Siyun's eyes were cold and charming, and she watched Chen Hui gently rubbing her legs with her hands.

From time to time, the brows are furrowed, the brows are relaxed from time to time, the smile is from time to time, and the seriousness is from time to time...

In short, Song Siyun actually felt that Chen Hui was so handsome at the moment, she couldn't help but feel a little faster in her heartbeat, shortness of breath, and blushing cheeks.

Under Chen Hui's bushy eyebrows are a pair of deep and very standard man's eyes, full of heroic spirit, one glance will make people fall into it unconsciously.

The bridge of the nose is high, the lips are thick and moderate, and the face is extremely beautiful. Song Siyun is a little lost when he looks at it.

To be honest, Song Siyun felt that Chen Hui was much more handsome than when she first met.

Every woman is a face control, every man is also a face control, and they all like beautiful things.

Song Siyun is no exception.

Her father had arranged her way a long time ago. She studied finance and planned to go the way of banking, and then go to politics.

It's a little easier, and you don't have to go down to the base layer.

Although it did not rise to the highest position, which woman has risen to the top?

It's amazing to be able to get to the point where her father is.

Therefore, in her more than 20 years of life, she has met many young heroes.

Some are more handsome than Chen Hui, some have a better family than Chen Hui, and some have outstanding talents...

There are many, many, but none of them can compare to Chen Hui.

Chen Hui is a few years younger than her, but he has a net worth of tens of billions by himself. It cannot be said that he is very talented, but at least he has luck and ability.

Song Siyun doesn't know where Chen Hui will go in the future.

At least now, she is far inferior to Chen Hui. If it weren't for her family background, I'm afraid she wouldn't be worthy of having so many conversations with Chen Hui.

Chen Hui's appearance is also very handsome, not much less than many male stars she has seen.

At this time, seeing Chen Hui who was rubbing her calf very gently, Song Siyun felt that she was a little moved.

If I knew it earlier, I would not agree to introduce her cousin to Chen Hui.

Later, she will find a man to marry anyway, so why not marry Chen Hui?

But does she still have a chance?

Or is Chen Hui willing?

Or is Chen Hui only coveting her appearance and never understanding her inner self, how could she like her all the time?

Song Siyun was stunned, and the longer it got longer.

Chen Hui was different. It wasn't the first time he touched Song Siyun's legs. The last time he touched his beautiful black silk legs, this time he touched his smooth and delicate calf.

The medicinal effect of the safflower oil on his hand seemed to be increasing, and it was a little hot. Chen Hui rubbed harder and harder, and the touch became more and more real.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Song Siyun's white chin, graceful neck, long and dense eyelashes trembling slightly from the contact of the waves, and the beautiful face was a little confused and a little painful.

Chen Hui swallowed for a while.

The safflower oil in my hand is almost finished.

What should he do next?

Is it possible to get out?

Isn't it that there is no gain in the past few days, and it must not be cut off?

So, is it up? Still up?

What method should I use?

gentle? overbearing? Cold and arrogant? Or half and half?

He was pushed down?

For a while, Chen Hui thought about it, but the hand painted with safflower oil couldn't help getting lighter, and the angle and position became more and more strange.

Gradually, as though neither of them were sleeping, Chen Hui's hand slowly moved from his fair calf to Song Siyun's thigh, and even his pajamas and trousers were gradually rolled up.

Smelling the elegant fragrance on Song Siyun's body, and thinking of Song Siyun's arrogant and glamorous look in a bank uniform with her beautiful legs wrapped in black silk stepping on high heels, Chen Hui also gradually stood up and got closer and closer to Song Siyun.

It seemed that after taking another step, he threw himself into Song Siyun's arms.

"Chen Hui, what are you doing?"

The voice was a bit frightened, a bit shameful, and a bit unspeakable expectation.