Feng Zhiming sneered, "Really? A substitute!" He was her substitute when she was lonely!
"Yes! Today, I am also very lonely. Can you relieve my loneliness?" Ling Yanyan's weak, boneless hands climbed onto his broad shoulders, and her pink lips moved over his cold features.
She began to unbutton his shirt. After a while, all the buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, and her lips moved down and kissed his solid chest. Her lilac tongue flicked lightly, and she could clearly feel him.
The erection beneath her body pressed against her.
Feng Zhiming's face darkened, damn it! He obviously hated her, but her jerky kiss had completely aroused his desire, "Ling Yanyan, you win!" He pushed her down on the sofa, and said vigorously
His handsome body covered her soft body, and he tore off her clothes without mercy, "Since you are lonely, I will let you know that you are satisfied." His movements were rough, without any gentleness.
Without any foreplay, the hardness under her body entered her body directly, raging mercilessly inside her body. Ling Yanyan endured the pain, she wanted him to hate her completely and forget her completely.
Feng Zhiming asked her to sit astride him, allowing him to penetrate her deeper, while his big hands kneaded the softness of her chest vigorously.
She still moaned unsatisfactorily, Feng Zhiming's face showed a contemptuous smile, she is such a woman! His heart is still with her, how sad! No! He wants to hate her! Hate her!
After venting his desire, he withdrew from her body, put on his clothes and pants again, "Ling Yanyan! I hate you! I never want to see you again!" He dropped the words and walked out of the room.
His sudden withdrawal made her feel empty for a while. She watched him slam the door and walked out. He said he hated her and he said he never wanted to see her again. Did this mean that she had done a very successful job? She reached out and grabbed the drop.
The broken clothes on the ground covered his bare body. The bruises all over his body were traces of his roughness. Tears slid down unbridled, "Zhi Ming, I really love you! I really love you.
ah!"
Feng Zhiming drove to the bar, sat in front of the bar, and drank one cup after another. Get drunk! When you get drunk, you will forget! Forget her! That damn woman!
I don’t know how many drinks I drank, everything has become blurry, my consciousness is blurred, my eyes are blurry, but I still keep drinking. The mobile phone in my pocket keeps ringing, I take out the mobile phone, put it on the bar, and continue drinking
Drinking wine.
Wang Xueyi kept dialing the number. Where had he been? Why didn't he answer the phone? Did he go to Ling Yanyan again? An ominous premonition came to her heart, and she kept dialing the phone over and over again. Finally,
After being picked up for the nth time, "Zhi Ming, where are you? Why don't you answer the phone?" Wang Xueyi asked hurriedly without waiting for the other party to speak.
"Hello! This gentleman is drunk. I think you should come pick him up!" After the bartender told Wang Xueyi his address, she hurriedly hung up the phone, picked up her keys and drove to the bar.
I drove to the bar as fast as I could. As soon as I entered, I saw Feng Zhiming lying on the bar. I paid for the drink and helped him out of the bar. Looking at him sitting in the passenger seat, Wang Xueyi put her hand on his
His handsome face.
"Zhi Ming, are you okay?" The response to her was only silence.
I drove back to the villa, found a servant, helped him upstairs, let him lie on the bed, and let the servant leave, while I unbuttoned his clothes, took off his clothes and pants, and covered him with a quilt.
, turned around and wanted to pour water for him, but was caught by him, "Don't leave! Don't leave!"
Wang Xueyi turned around and said, "I won't leave! I won't leave!"
Feng Zhiming pulled her down on him and kissed her. His movements were gentle and the kiss fell carefully. Wang Xueyi responded to him enthusiastically. Although he was drunk, he still wanted her, in an unprecedented way.
His tenderness possesses her.
After a burst of joy, Wang Xueyi leaned in his arms, enjoying his unique breath and listening to his heartbeat and even breathing.
Ling Yanyan put on her pajamas and sat on the carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night outside the window. The hazy moonlight entered the room and reflected on her body, making her even more fragile. She didn't get up until the sky lit up.
After changing clothes, in order to avoid disturbing the two sensitive children Yiyi and Hanghang, I deliberately put on light makeup to cover up the haggard appearance.
After driving Yiyi and Hanghang to the airport, she watched them get on the plane and the plane took off before walking out of the airport. Looking at the blue sky, her mood was gloomy.
Driving back to the apartment, he saw Li Minghao's car parked downstairs, "Are you okay?" He could see her heartache and haggardness.
Ling Yanyan threw herself into his arms, "It hurts so much, my heart hurts so much." The strength she had been pretending to be was finally removed. Tears fell down, her face was wet, and her makeup was stained, but she still couldn't stop.
Li Minghao allowed her to rely on him. He was willing to be her safe haven and willing to give everything for her.
Feng Zhiming opened his heavy eyelids and looked at the person in his arms. Wang Xueyi was nestled on his chest. How much wine did he drink last night?
Wang Xueyi also woke up, "Zhi Ming, you're awake, does your head still hurt?" A small hand touched his forehead.
He saw a few hickeys on her body, "Last night we..."
She blushed and lowered her head slightly, "We are husband and wife!"
Feng Zhiming stood up and walked into the bathroom. After a while, the sound of rushing water could be heard.
Wang Xueyi looked at the bathroom door, with an annoyed expression on his face. Did he regret it? If he hadn't been so drunk, he wouldn't have touched her at all, right?
However, she was confident that Feng Zhiming would be hers and hers alone. She put on her pajamas, walked downstairs, and brought the hangover soup that the servant had prepared. Just then, he walked out of the bathroom.
He came out and said, "Zhi Ming, drink some hangover soup so that your head won't hurt." Her thoughtfulness made him unable to refuse. It was obvious that the two of them were husband and wife, but why did he feel strange? Even Ling Yan
Yandu couldn't compare. He shook his head, why did he still think of her? He shouldn't think of her anymore!
"Zhi Ming! What's wrong with you?" She felt his absent-mindedness and put her arms around him, "Does your head still hurt?"
"I'm fine." He responded calmly, without rejecting her intimacy.
It can be said that for the first time in history, Feng Zhiming sat at the dining table and had breakfast with Wang Xueyi and his daughter.
The maid also prepared a rich breakfast, but Feng Zhiming only had a simple cup of coffee in front of him. He read the financial newspaper in his hand. After reading all the newspapers, he picked up the coffee cup. The cooled coffee tasted even better.
It was bitter, but he drank it all in one gulp.
"Daddy, would you like to take Sissi to school today?" His daughter jumped down from the chair and pulled the hem of his clothes.
Feng Zhiming nodded, "Okay, daddy will send you there today." He picked up his daughter and walked out of the restaurant.
A smile appeared on Wang Xueyi's face, it was enough that she could maintain such happiness forever.
"Zhi Ming, let's live like this every day as a family, okay?" Wang Xueyi asked him while holding her daughter in the passenger seat.