My beautiful CEO wife
Chapter 304: Little Chicken Cousin (Nine Updates)

Chapter 304: Chapter 304: Little Chicken Cousin (Nine Updates)

Leng Ruobing gave Xiao Zheng a stare. This guy really had no sense of propriety – he was clearly provoking hostility.

She patted Song Xiaoji’s shoulder and said irritably, "Cousin, you’re a grown man, what’s with all the whining and crying? Hurry up and get your luggage."

"Uh..." Leng Ruobing’s words were effective; Song Xiaoji stopped his crying immediately. With a faint smile and in a coquettish manner, he said, "I knew it, my Ruobing treats me the best."

"Yeah, of course, we’re family after all!" Leng Ruobing smiled faintly at Song Xiaoji.

Her flirtatiously radiant smile immediately gave Song Xiaoji endless encouragement. He snorted at Xiao Zheng with a girly attitude and went to get the luggage.

Bloody hell, what kind of creature is this?

Xiao Zheng felt a chill in his heart and followed to get the luggage.

After retrieving the luggage, Xiao Zheng wanted to help carry some, but Song Xiaoji glared at him furiously, not giving him the chance.

"You little rascal, get lost. You dare to covet my Ruobing, not going to happen, tsk!" Song Xiaoji rolled his eyes at Xiao Zheng and, sashaying his hips, pulled the luggage on his own, walking out of the airport lobby with Leng Ruobing.

What the heck, tsk?

You sissy, how dare you be arrogant with me, Laozi? I’ll see if I can’t handle you!

Xiao Zheng sneered and followed, opening the car door.

"Ruobing, should you drive or should I?"

"I’ll do it, I know the roads well." Leng Ruobing took the driver’s seat, ready to drive.

However, Song Xiaoji was unhappy now. He complained, "A stinking man not driving and making my Ruobing drive, are you even a man?"

"I..." Xiao Zheng was at a loss for a moment, then smiled. "What’s the big deal? It’s just driving, no problem."

"Can you handle it?"

"You don’t know if I can? The first time we did it, you couldn’t even get out of bed."

"Uh..." Leng Ruobing gave Xiao Zheng a cold stare and then got out of the driver’s seat.

Song Xiaoji also glared furiously, his jealous eyes viciously fixed on Xiao Zheng, as if he were ready to tear Xiao Zheng apart.

It seemed that cousin Ruobing was no longer untouched, but what of it? It didn’t affect him being with her.

Thinking this, he patted the empty seat in the back and invited, "Ruobing, come sit next to your cousin, let’s catch up."

"No thanks, cousin, I’ll take the passenger seat!" Leng Ruobing smiled faintly and sat down in the front passenger seat, buckling her seat belt.

"Uh..."

Song Xiaoji was immediately stunned; this was not a good sign, cousin Ruobing was actually avoiding me.

Humph, it’s all because of that Xiao Zheng rascal that my Ruobing’s heart has been stolen.

Fine, then I’ll just tarnish his image and make him lose face.

With these thoughts, he gave a sinister smile, very creepy.

Xiao Zheng saw his expression in the rearview mirror and indifferently started the car with a loud shout.

"Ruobing my dear, cousin Xiaoji, please buckle up, the old driver is taking off."

"Tsk! Kid, you think you can chase after my Ruobing with just a lousy BMW? Rascal!" Xiaoji, with an effeminate gesture, wiped his face with a wet wipe and sneered at Xiao Zheng.

"Uh..." Leng Ruobing turned back with a smile that could charm the living and said, "Cousin, this BMW is mine, Ah Zheng is just a pauper. It’s all on me to support his life."

Damn it, Xiao Zheng mistook the accelerator for the brake and nearly rear-ended the car in front of us.

This chick, the way she talks, it’s as if I’m just some pretty boy, it’s infuriating. Just you wait, I’ll have you begging for more, begging mercy from me.

"Oh, so it’s Ruobing’s BMW, no wonder it smells so good." Song Xiaoji gave an embarrassed smile, took out a small mirror, and admired himself, full of self-satisfaction.

Xiao Zheng felt like he was going to throw up, being with this non-human was pure torture.

"Ruobing, hold on to the handle, I’m going to speed up!" Xiao Zheng warned Leng Ruobing, shifted gears in rapid succession, and floored the accelerator, pushing the speed to the limit.

The BMW weaved through the traffic like a butterfly flitting between flowers, with an effortless grace.

"Bang!"

This sudden acceleration caught Xiaoji, the cousin, off guard, and he slammed his head against the seat in front, leaving scratch marks.

"Ah, I’m bleeding!"

"It’s nothing, cousin, men shed blood, not tears. We’re almost there, just hang in there." Xiao Zheng feigned concern, the corners of his mouth twisting into an almost imperceptible sneer.

You’re still too tender to compete with me, kiddo.

Leng Ruobing also screamed, "Ah Zheng, slow down, I can’t take it."

"Haha, I like how you say that, it gets me all fired up. Just hold onto my arm, you’ll get used to it." Xiao Zheng wore a sleazy grin, winking flirtatiously at Leng Ruobing.

"You guys...."

Xiaoji, who was seated in the back, watched them leaning on each other, grinding his teeth furiously, his head spinning, overwhelmed with the urge to vomit.

"Ruobing, cousin, I can’t take it anymore, do you have a sick bag? I need to throw up."

"Hm?" Leng Ruobing furrowed her brow and said perfunctorily, "There’s one in the storage bag, get it yourself, cousin."

If he dared to vomit in this CEO’s car, I’d definitely kill him.

Of course, Xiao Zheng knew about Leng Ruobing’s obsession with cleanliness, which only inspired him to drive more aggressively, alternating between rapid acceleration and slamming on the brakes, the roar of the BMW’s engine a constant presence.

"Ugh...."

The cousin finally couldn’t take it anymore and vomited into the sick bag with all his might, barely stopping short of bringing up bile.

A foul stench spread, Leng Ruobing clenched her teeth, glaring at her cousin with a look that could kill.

Xiao Zheng, however, was quite pleased with himself, "Cousin Xiaoji, just keep throwing up, you’ll get used to it."

"I curse you, you Immortal..." Xiaoji’s face was green, as he mentally cursed Xiao Zheng’s ancestors and glared menacingly at him.

Xiao Zheng wound down the window, took a deep breath, and thought, This cousin of mine, truly a product of eating hamburgers, this smell is just too damn awful.

"Cousin Xiaoji, how could you just throw the sick bag anywhere? The level of education in the United States really needs improvement."

Just as the cousin was about to break down, the BMW finally arrived at Yunlan Villa.

As soon as he got out of the car, the cousin squatted at the edge of the lawn and continued to vomit.

But Leng Ruobing affectionately opened the window of her beloved car to air it out.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and with a resentful sidelong glance at her cousin, her anger flashed but quickly disappeared as she walked over to Song Xiaoji and said gently, "Cousin, come in and have some water, you’ll feel better!"

"Yeah, cousin Xiaoji, throwing up won’t help!" Xiao Zheng echoed sycophantically, his face full of "enthusiasm" as he patted his back.

"Disgusting man, don’t touch me!" Song Xiaoji turned and glared at Xiao Zheng, swatting away his hand, and with a dramatic touch of mimicry, he covered his chest and headed towards the villa.

Dammit, disgusting man?

Xiao Zheng’s emotions churned, and he exhaled deeply, then spread his hands helplessly towards Leng Ruobing.