C9 I don't divorce

"Say something!" Song Qiting was furious as he pinched both of Tang Zhen's cheeks.

Tang Zhen endured the pain, closing his eyes and not looking at him.

Song Qiting let out a cold laugh, and his gloomy and cold voice sounded beside Tang Zhen's ears: "Say what you like about me. Tang Zhen, do you take me for a fool to play around with?!"

Tang Zhen's heart ached. So it turned out that he had never believed in his own love.

"Is it because of Gu Yun? Because of him? "

"What did you say!" Tang Zhen suddenly opened his eyes, "Yu Yifei said that?"

Tang Zhen was only angry, but in Song Qiting's eyes, it turned into anger from embarrassment.

"Tang Zhen, you are truly despicable! Others might not want you anymore, but you must come over and throw yourself into my arms. Do you think I'm a trash recycle bin!? " Song Qiting's eyes were scarlet red, he looked like he wanted to strangle Tang Zhen to death.

"Yeah, I'm just that cheap, aren't you still going to marry me?" Tang Zhen said as he stretched his neck. Song Qiting had never believed in her, but Yu Yifei's few words had made him speak maliciously to her.

"Very good, Tang Zhen, we will get a divorce tomorrow!" Song Qiting said as he stood up.

"No!" Tang Zhen's heart skipped a beat and grabbed Song Qiting's hand. If they were divorced, it would mean that the rest of the inheritance would no longer be hers, and her grandmother would not be able to receive good treatment.

Song Qiting never thought that Tang Zhen would pull him, and with that, he pounced on Tang Zhen once again. The two of them looked at each other, and the soft sensation of their bodies made Song Qiting narrow his eyes.

"Tang Zhen, you want to seduce me?"

"Whatever you think, but I'm not going to get a divorce." Tang Zhen looked straight at Song Qiting, his tone firm.

Song Qiting chuckled, his index finger hooked onto Tang Zhen's chin as he squinted his eyes dangerously, "It's fine if you don't want to get a divorce." With that, Song Qiting got up, unbuckled his belt, and said: Let me serve you well, I will consider keeping you alive.

The two of them had sat together many times, but Song Qiting had almost always forced them to sit together. Tang Zhen had never done such a shameful thing before.

Seeing Tang Zhen hesitate, Song Qiting said disdainfully: "You don't want to, right? "Then let's wait for the lawyer's call tomorrow!" With that, he turned to leave.

"Wait!" Tang Zhen endured the pain in his eyes, walked, and knelt in front of Song Qiting.

Tang Zhen did not have any skills at all, he was just randomly biting and sucking. However, her strange actions almost made Song Qiting lose control of himself.

"Ugh …" Tang Zhen was so humiliated that she wanted to die. She desperately tried to push Song Qiting away, but in the next second, she was lifted up by Song Qiting and thrown onto the bed.

Without waiting for Tang Zhen to react, Song Qiting pressed down.

Tang Zhen struggled to push his head, but was stopped by Song Qiting. She then ripped off her tie and tied her hands to the head of the bed.

Tang Zhen looked at Song Qiting in disbelief and shouted angrily, "Song Qiting you bastard!"

"Me bastard? Tang Zhen, I never thought you would have such a lowly time, have you ever done this for Gu Yun? " Song Qiting said, not one bit caring for the fairer sex.

"Mm …" Tang Zhen groaned, he clenched his teeth and said: "Are you not afraid that I will shout so that Yu Yifei will hear?"

"Go ahead and shout." Song Qiting sped up as he panted, "I want to see how low you can still go!"

Tang Zhen bit her lips and endured until she passed out.