Chapter 1661 Don’t Dare to Like It

After hanging up the phone, Song Lingling held the phone and sat on the sofa in a daze.

Jing Yijun said he missed her...

Is this a roundabout way to confess to her?

Song Lingling patted her face, and she felt something. A little harder, but it still hurt.

I wasn't dreaming, I really heard Jing Yijun say that he missed her just now.

In front of his eyes, a white shadow appeared.

Song Lingling looked at Bai Bai crawling out of Jing Yiqun's bedroom.

Song Lingling looked at it and asked, "Are you hungry? I'll get some meat for you."

Now she is not afraid of Bai Bai at all, and quite likes its cold and smooth body.

He stood up and walked into the kitchen, followed by Bai Bai.

Open the refrigerator and take out a piece of lean meat that has been cut and chilled inside and put it on the dining table.

Bai Bai climbed up, curled up and started eating slowly.

Song Lingling sat down, supporting her chin with one hand and touching Bai Bai's body with the other: "Bai Bai, how can I be so virtuous as to win your master's favor?"

It was just eating meat for nothing, and it didn't care about their complicated human emotions.

If you like it, you will like it. What else can you do?

Do you think that you have to have the ability of God to be able to be liked by my master?

Stupid woman.

——

Wednesday arrived in a blink of an eye.

Jing Yijun came back, but Song Lingling didn't go to the airport to pick him up because she had to go to class.

When she came home at noon and found out that Jing Yijun was coming back by private plane, she gave him a fierce look.

She had a private plane and told her to pick her up. Fortunately, she didn't go. Otherwise, wouldn't the trip to the airport be in vain?

Jing Yijun threw her a bag.

Song Lingling took it, looked at it front and back, and asked, "Why are you wrapping it for me?"

"Designed by a famous designer from Country Y. It's versatile. If you don't like changing bags, you can wear this with any style of clothes." Jing Yijun said.

Song Lingling held her bag and looked at him in black trousers and a white shirt.

He is a little more mature like this.

Sitting lazily on the sofa, his whole body exuded an aura of nobility and elegance.

He is obviously a prince, but he has to disguise himself as a frog.

Song Lingling held her bag, stood in front of Jing Yijun and looked at him...

Jing Yijun raised his head and looked at her with a half-smile: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Jing Yijun, forget it about lying to people at school. I've lived with you for so long and you haven't told me that you are Sister Jiajia's son. Fortunately, I haven't said a bad word about Sister Jiajia in front of you." Song Lingling was a little unhappy about Jing Yijun lying to her.

He also said that he regarded her as a good classmate and a good friend. Since he is a good classmate and good friend, why did he lie to her? It's obvious that he can't trust her.

"If you speak ill of her, I won't do anything to you. I can't strangle you just because you speak ill of her." Jing Yijun smiled slightly.

Song Lingling sat down in front of him, curled her lips and said quietly: "Be mentally prepared, everyone in the school knows that you are Sister Jiajia's son, and you will definitely be watched by everyone. Don't say anything else. Now that you're a female classmate, even Song Nuoyu wants to pursue you."

Jing Yijun spread his hands, "It all depends on your performance."

Song Lingling looked confused: "What am I doing?"

"Would you like to see other women come to snatch your man?"

Song Lingling felt ashamed when she heard it, and glared at Jing Yijun angrily: "I'm a young girl, there is no man!"

Jing Yijun suppressed the smile on his face, and looked at Song Lingling seriously: "I don't mind being your man at all!"

When Song Lingling heard this, she became even more ashamed.

She didn't dare to speak directly to Jing Yijun, her gaze was dodged all over the place: "Don't make such jokes with me!"

Jing Yijun got up, put his hands on the coffee table, and leaned forward.

His breath came out, and Song Lingling couldn't help leaning back behind the sofa.

She stared at this handsome face so close, her heart was pounding.

Jing Yijun stared at her seriously: "I'm serious!"

"...!!!"

"I told you on the phone that I just called you because I wanted you to be mentally prepared."

"...!!!" Song Lingling looked at Jing Yijun in shock.

"You are not Song Kaiming's daughter!"

When Song Lingling heard this, she looked at Jing Yijun in shock: "What?!"

"Grandma has already told me that you are not Song Kaiming's daughter, nor were you born to your mother."

"No...impossible..."

"Your mother's child died right after birth, and you were adopted by your mother in the orphanage."

Song Lingling's eyes were red: "You...you lied to me!"

"Do you want to do a paternity test with Song Kaiming?"

"..." Song Lingling was stunned when she heard this.

Jing Yijun doesn't have to joke with her about this kind of thing.

Once a paternity test report comes out, any lie will be exposed.

"When you were abandoned by your biological parents, there was a note on your body that said you were born prematurely."

"..."

"Premature babies have weak bodies and unstable souls, so they are easily targeted by evil creatures. Until you pick up the iron box, you will stop having nightmares and see those monsters in your dreams."

"..."

"Song Lingling, the iron box belongs to us."

Song Lingling was surprised: "Do you want the box back?"

"No." Jing Yijun shook his head and leaned forward again. His body was so tall that he was about to kiss Song Lingling.

Behind Song Lingling was the sofa. She had no way to retreat. She threw her head back and looked at the charming smile on the corner of his mouth. She asked warily: "Then what do you want to do?"

"My dad said that we can make the box a joint property of our husband and wife."

"Property owned jointly by husband and wife?" Song Lingling was surprised.

"I'll spend ten million, are you willing to sell me the box?"

"I won't sell it. Grandma said she asked someone to tell my fortune. This box matches my destiny. If I don't have it, I will become a short-lived ghost. I don't want to die so quickly." Song Lingling curled her lips. Dimly and authentically.

She would never earn 10 million in her lifetime.

But if she holds ten million and doesn't even have her life, what will she do with the ten million?

"That's it, you won't sell it to me, and I really want this iron box back. Why don't we just get married, as my dad said, and the iron box will be ours."

"Jing Yijun, do you think we can become husband and wife?" Song Lingling frowned and looked at Jing Yijun complicatedly.

Jing Yijun raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

"You just want to have the box. You don't like me. Do you think such a marriage will be happy?"

Jing Yijun reached over and gently pinched Qiaozhi's chin: "How do you know I don't like you?"

Song Lingling's eyes flickered: "You... really like me?"

"Song Lingling, what do you think of this question?"

"ah?"

"do you like me?"

"I don't dare to like it." Song Lingling's shoulders dropped.

"Why don't you dare to like her? Other girls dare to like her, but you don't?" Jing Yijun let her go and sat back on the sofa: "I didn't expect you to be so timid. Then you want to help other women? For example, Song Nuoyu ?”