Chapter 574: Anger for Beauty (4)

Yang Mingxing didn't seem to hear Song Qingchun's words clearly and leaned towards her: "What?"

Song Qingchun repeated the question again.

"What?" Yang Mingxing asked again, and then moved a greater distance towards Song Qingchun.

As he approached, Song Qingchun could clearly smell the pungent smell of alcohol and strong perfume.

She frowned slightly, then subconsciously moved to the side, widening the distance between the two of them, and then patiently recounted the question she had just asked.

Yang Mingxing continued to lean against her until Song Qingchun moved to the end of the sofa and did not stop.

When Yang Mingxing's body was about to touch Song Qingchun's body, Song Qingchun finally stood up from the sofa uncontrollably. However, as soon as she stood up, Yang Mingxing suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist. .

Song Qingchun subconsciously tried to pull his hand out: "Mr. Yang, you have drunk too much."

Yang Mingxing completely ignored her struggle. He pulled her hard and sat her in his arms. Then he put his mouth to her ear, blowing hot air while lowering his voice and asking ambiguous questions. : "What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly..."

As he spoke, he opened his mouth and took Song Qingchun's earlobe in his mouth.

Song Qingchun shuddered all over, and without thinking, she raised her hand and pushed Yang Mingxing's face away from her ear. Her voice when she spoke was filled with anger: "Mr. Yang, please respect yourself! "

Yang Mingxing laughed twice as if he had heard a funny joke: "Respect yourself? Then you can teach me how to respect myself..."

As he spoke, he moved the hand holding her wrist to her waist and hugged her tightly into his arms.

Song Qingchun instinctively began to struggle crazily.

Yang Mingxing seemed to enjoy her struggle. He held her in his arms and let her move around. Even at the end, he laughed softly: "Don't you know? The more a woman struggles, the more she struggles. The more impulsive a man is... If you keep moving like this, I really can't help it..."

He didn't say anything else and directly kissed Song Qingchun's face.

His touch made Song Qingchun's stomach churn and she almost vomited out. She pushed his shoulders hard, kept her face as far away from him as possible, and opened her mouth in a panic, shouting for help.

Yang Mingxing didn't mind her shouting at all, but instead said with a look of enjoyment: "Baby, you can shout, even if it breaks your throat, no one will come in..."

With that said, he hugged Song Qingchun and turned around, pressing her down on the sofa. He grabbed her two wrists with one hand to stop her struggle. He raised her chin with the other hand and lowered his head to kiss her. On her lips.

Song Qingchun shook her head crazily, dodging Yang Mingxing's lips. She tried all her strength to escape from Yang Mingxing's grasp. However, there was a huge disparity in natural strength between men and women. She struggled until she was out of breath, but she could not escape. The man escaped from under him.

The man's lips blocked hers again. The disgust and revulsion in her heart made her suddenly get strength from nowhere and break free. She reached out to the table beside her and grabbed it casually. Something hit Yang Mingxing hard on the head.