Wei Lang Seducer's Handbook

Chapter 95 Reconciliation

The white paper was handed to him, Wei Ziqing hesitated for a moment, and took it.

"What is this..."

The three clear words on the white paper occupy a column, which are so conspicuous that people can see them clearly at a glance.

"He Lishu."

Wei Ziqing read the words word by word, only to feel that the surrounding air was frozen, even the smile on his face could not be retracted in the future.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the other party, feeling only full of absurdity in his heart at this moment.

Song Boming didn't say a word, and looked down at the bowls and chopsticks, his body was as stiff as a steel plate, and there was no other meaning on his face.

I only heard Wei Ziqing read it again: "The book of reconciliation, Song Boming, who moved to the county in Yizhou, has a wife, Wei Ziqing. He voluntarily signed this book as evidence. It is true."

Wei Ziqing read slowly, Song Boming listened for a long time, just a few lines, it seems that a thousand years have passed.

"Brother Qing..."

"It's the first time I've seen He Lishu. It turned out to be so simple. Didn't I write the reason?"

Wei Ziqing interrupted his words with a smile, turned the paper over and over again, and seemed to be able to see some other flowers.

"Do you want me to sign it? Or press the red handprint? But you have to go to the county government to get married, and you have to go with Li?"

Song Bo Mingzang seemed to feel sorry for him, and he didn't dare to raise his head, which made Wei Ziqing laugh.

"Tell me?"

"You don't need to go to the county government, just sign and I'll do it."

"Oh~ that would save a lot of trouble, how about getting a pen?"

Wei Ziqing's smile remained undiminished, and he spread Heli Shu on the table, resting his chin with one hand, as if he was really waiting for Song Boming to pick up the pen.

The brighter Brother Qing smiled, the more panicked Song Boming felt.

"Harmony...is not my idea."

It took a long time for Wei Ziqing to wait for his words.

But for some reason, he just couldn't get sad, he just wanted to sneer, but he didn't want to show that he cared so much. In the end, the curvature of his mouth disappeared, and he pursed his lips, as if waiting for his next words.

Song Boming seemed to have not finished speaking, but he just lost his voice here, and he refused to say the second half of the sentence.

Wei Ziqing's anger was also aroused.

"If you don't say it, you don't need to say it. If you don't take this money, I will."

Wei Ziqing's face turned cold after all, he put his hands on the table and got up to leave.

Someone grabbed half of his arm, the familiar force, still tinged with slight pain, how come he can't learn to feel pity for others, he will always be so strong, tsk—it's none of his business, in the future, he loves to learn or not, and he doesn't know how to pull that man you go.

There was a sigh behind him, as if he was very tired.

"You know it, it's not my intention."

Wei Ziqing knew he couldn't break free, but he was still angry. Hearing this sentence, he became even angrier. He raised his hand to pick up the teacup on the table, and smashed it onto him with warm water.

The cup hit the ground and shattered, but the person who was smashed stood still like a rock, and the light brown tea instantly dyed the dark blue clothes into black.

There was no trace of shame on Wei Ziqing's face, he just sneered, using the meanest expression, just to stab him.

"Oh? How did I know it? We are not confidantes who can communicate with each other. Since you don't want to talk about anything else, I don't really want to hear it. Although the accounts between us are messy, they are still reasonable. Clearly, you help me get married on a fake basis, I know your kindness, but you will break the contract later, how much money you take from me, I should pay it back, right?"

As he spoke, he looked coldly at the hand holding his arm, and made a mocking smile: "What? You think I haven't paid enough, and you want to ask for more bills before you sign? This body, you like to play with it. .”

These words were blatant, Song Boming couldn't help but let go of his hand, Wei Ziqing didn't move, watching his hand slip little by little with cold eyes.

Song Boming smiled wryly, his eyes were filled with sorrow.

"Why do you spoil yourself with words to make my heart hurt?"

"Distressed? If you really love me...you... just, I'll just say nothing, let's go, go directly to the study and sign this. It's the most clean and neat, and you don't need to file a lawsuit."

Song Boming wanted to pull his hand, but Wei Ziqing avoided him vigilantly, so he could only shrink back in pain.

"Wait a while to sign."

He whispered, his tone low and deep, like a child who has made a mistake, his tall body shrunk, looking helpless and pitiful.

"What's the difference between later and now?"

Song Boming raised his head, the always resolute big man, now his eyes were reddish, as if he was extremely wronged.

"In this way, I can be my wife for a while longer."

Seeing him like this, Wei Ziqing's anger subsided by half. He knew that he was probably faking it, but he couldn't help feeling sorry for him.

"What's your expression? It's like I bullied you."

As if he was overwhelmed with anger, he stretched out his hand to push Song Boming, telling him to stay away from his eyes, but someone took advantage of the situation and wrapped his big hand around his chest, pressing it on his chest.

"You didn't even ask me just now, but you are about to sign to reconcile with me. My heart is so cold. It's like putting an ice cellar. I can't breathe because of the pain."

He lowered his head, as if he was really sad, tightly clutched his hand to protect his heart, and stroked Brother Qing's fingers back and forth, as if he wanted to put his hand into his heart, and take a good look at what was inside. Not frozen.

It's like this again, every time I get annoyed with him, I put on a different fragile look, which makes me soft-hearted and makes him succeed again and again.

But this time it was different, Wei Ziqing forced himself to recover quickly, don't be seduced by masculinity.

"Could it be that I wrote the Heli book? Who is showing this appearance? It's disgusting! Coquettish like a gentleman."

Sure enough, after he finished speaking, Song Boming's body froze, and embarrassment immediately surfaced on his face. It's okay to continue to be wronged, and it was a bit blunt to return to normal, which made Wei Ziqing feel better.

Song Boming simply didn't want to play this kind of drama with him, and with a flick of his face, he was that imposing man again.

He wrapped his arms around Brother Qing's slender waist, and pulled it towards him. His slender waist seemed more suitable for being held in his hands, which made him sigh comfortably.

"I thought I wronged you, and wanted to coax you, but I don't think it's necessary. Your heart is harder than anyone else. You don't even shed a tear. You just stab me with words, and it hurts my heart. uncomfortable."

Wei Ziqing hated him so much that he would move every time he said he couldn't, but he couldn't move because of the disparity in strength, like a rabbit caught in a net, he couldn't jump out no matter what.

He raised his eyes and glared: "Rogue!"

Song Boming pinched his chin: "Say it again, it's against you."

Wei Ziqing didn't know why he was the one who did the wrong thing, and why he was the one who was bullied again. Hearing the words, he turned his head and raised his neck, his clear eyes were also stained with anger.

"You are a hooligan, you can't justify me, so just play a hooligan—"

Song Boming smiled maliciously: "Do you want to try something more rogue?"

As he said that, he lowered his head and made a gesture to kiss, but Wei Zi was prepared early in the morning, and covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes were rounded, and he pushed his head out of his hand.

"You are shameless!"

Song Boming was just trying to scare him, and didn't want to really kiss him, but when he saw his little hand blocking it, he couldn't hold it back, and lightly bit the back of his hand, seeing how strongly he refused, he sighed again.

"I didn't want to tell you anything at first - don't move around, I think now, I should tell you everything."

Finally, the little man in his arms calmed down and was willing to listen to him. Song Boming pinched his fingers fondly, and then said: "What I do is very dangerous. If it succeeds, it will be rich and prosperous. It’s a handful of loess—you’ve always been smart, I don’t dare to say more, lest you guess it—even if you guess it, don’t say it, just pretend you don’t know.”

Wei Ziqing listened to his steady and strong heartbeat, but because his head was pressed against his skirt, his speech was a little slurred: "So you want to break the relationship with me?"

Song Boming lowered his head, forcing Brother Qing to look up at him.

"It doesn't matter how many days you go out, as long as you are free, you will always be thinking of you, especially at night - the hard times can only be lived by the few poor memories, you let me taste what sweetness is like, I became addicted, and I can't wait to go back Do something more with you every day, so that you don't even have to think about it when you go out."

The blunt words made Wei Ziqing blush, but his chin was pinched and he couldn't move, he couldn't even find a place to bury his head in.

Song Boming greedily looked at the eyebrows and eyes of the person in front of him: "If I am more cruel, I will tie you up. If I can't accomplish anything, you will die with me, and I will do unfinished things with you in the next life."

Seeing that Wei Ziqing had a terrified expression on his face after hearing what he said, Song Poming thought he had been frightened, and stroked his back a few times to comfort him.

Song Poming's tone was pretending to be relaxed: "Look, you're scared, I'm not willing to let you die with me, even if I risk my life, I can't implicate you, isn't this coming back to make peace with you?"

Wei Ziqing's face was loosened, and he rubbed his hands twice before the pinched marks disappeared.

"It will definitely fail?"

Song Boming heard the words, but his face flashed with a confident light: "No, I will win."

"Oh—then don't make up."

"That won't work." Song Boming replied very quickly, but seeing Wei Ziqing's suspicious eyes, he had to explain: "During this period, I'm afraid that someone will cause trouble for you. I'm not by your side, so I can't protect you."

Wei Ziqing nodded, deliberately using a nonchalant tone: "So we have to reconcile, right? All right, I understand."

It made Song Boming hug and coax him again and again.

"It's all for your own good."

"I only have you in my heart, a marriage letter is not that important."

Wei Ziqing was overjoyed by what he said in his room, he had long forgotten how angry and angry he was just now, and wished he could cut him with a knife.

"That's how you used to talk."

Song Boming looked sincere: "It's just what I say from the bottom of my heart."

Wei Ziqing was amused, but then lost his smile by his next sentence.

"I'm leaving tomorrow."

"In such a hurry?"

Song Boming carried him back to the bed and covered him with half of the quilt.

He sat on the edge of the bed: "I shouldn't have come back today. I was afraid that the letter could not explain clearly and it would hurt your heart, so I came back on a fast horse all the way."

Wei Ziqing didn't care about making trouble anymore, and asked worriedly after hearing the words: "Then, it's still the same as last time, no news?"

"Yes. If I lose, someone will bring a letter. Then you-find a good family, and for the rest of your life..."

In the middle of the conversation, Song Boming couldn't continue, he pinched Brother Qing's face hard.

Wei Ziqing didn't know what was going on, he would die if he lost, he was also afraid in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it.

"Okay, if you... lose, I'll marry another, and forget about you living a good life with others."

Wei Ziqing said it seriously, Song Boming had to believe that this unscrupulous gentleman might really do such a thing after he died.

When he thought of Wei Ziqing doing intimate things with other men, his heart burned.

"You pissed me off."

Song Boming bent down and pressed close to his thin lips, letting his breath hit his face.

Wei Ziqing's eyes were bright, with an unconscious obsession.

"Will you punish me?"

As soon as the words fell to the ground, he got the expected heat. The two hugged each other, yearning for each other's warmth and wetness. It seemed that the more intense, the stronger the love.

In the midst of confusion and love, the two never broke through that line of defense, sticking to their last reason.

Wei Ziqing put his arms around his neck, eyes blurred: "Why don't you want me?"

It is impossible for any man to bear such a question. If he refuses the courtship of his beloved husband, it is like admitting that he is not good enough.

Song Boming was panting heavily, his upper body clothes had been pulled off by Brother Qing long ago, Brother Qing seemed to like his muscles very much, and he kept touching and teasing Song Poming's nerves.

"We're going to sign the divorce agreement, aren't you afraid that you'll become a real widow if I die?"

If Brother Qing is still innocent, the red mole on the inner thigh can prove that at least his future in-laws will not look down on him, and he will be less subject to gossip.

"I'm afraid that if you die and haven't tasted the taste of a gentleman, you will think that I have pity on you—well."

Brother Qing seemed to be extremely skilled in how to annoy him, the man's veins swelled up when he was stimulated, but he still tried his best to restrain it, hoping to be gentle.

Wei Ziqing was defeated by him, but wanted to wake up himself, and provocatively said: "You don't know how to do it? Can I teach you?"

Immediately, the pain suddenly surged, and Wei Ziqing shed tears in pain.

That's how it hurts to remember, to remember the first man in his two lives, the man he chose, a man who may have a short life and never see him again.

In this relationship with an uncertain future, he was so decisive for the first time, put aside doubts and distrust, and sacrificed himself.

Ask him if he regrets it?

No, he hugged the selfless man who was already enjoying himself, and encouraged him to work harder.

"For me, live."

Song Boming kissed his tears lovingly.

"it is good."

The next day, when Wei Zi woke up, there was no one around him, as if everything yesterday was just a dream.

If it wasn't for his body being sore and struggling to sit up, he would have thought nothing had really happened.

The lower part of his body seemed to have been wiped off, but the things in his body were still there. With his movements, the foreign matter slowly flowed out. The strange feeling made him blush, and he froze and dared not move.

Too much... Old man, it's really scary.

Author's gossip: I think this chapter is not well written, so I kowtow to everyone, sorry!