In the club, the lights are feasting, and the beauties are twisting their sexy waists, swinging wildly under the colorful lights, and leaning on others like water snakes. It is very sexy, very sultry, seductive, depraved, enchanting, charming, such a place
, everyone can be so high that they forget who they are. On the edge of the stage, Fu Siyang drank one glass after another of spirits. It is said that the wine was called Blueberry Night, which was a mixture of five kinds of spirits. At first, when he drank it,
It is cool and refreshing. When it enters the throat, it is like a shackle of fire. When it enters the stomach, it damages the spleen and lungs. Most people will be drunk after just one cup, but why did he feel sober after drinking more than ten cups?
Watching the young men and women sweating on the dance floor, they smiled with twitching lips.
This smile made the men and women in the club who had noticed him early couldn't help but stare straight in the eyes. Fu Siyang's appearance was outstanding, but he was surrounded by a terrible anger. At first, others did not dare to come forward. Now this smile, like
He was as beautiful as an angel, and the hostility around him had dissipated a lot. The bold one immediately came up to chat with him. Fu Siyao ignored him at first, but then started chatting and laughing in a funny way. He had a lot of scandals recently, so it was not difficult to recognize him. He
He doesn't mind his identity being exposed either.
The enthusiastic woman moved her sexy upper body to him and squeezed it. Her expression was clear at a glance. Fu Siyang emotionally patted the beauty's buttocks and smiled, "Let's talk about it when we have time."
Looking at Fu Siyang, who was surrounded by a group of women, Su Leng's delicate eyebrows wrinkled, and he walked towards Fu Siyang step by step with steady steps, pulled the woman away, and stood straight in front of Fu Siyang. The women were originally
Still unhappy, he was extremely surprised to see Su Leng, who was as noble as a prince, and his eyes kept moving back and forth between Fu Siyang and Su Leng.
I wanted to strike up a conversation.
Su Leng's thin lips moved slightly, and she uttered a sentence. The beauties dispersed in groups, not forgetting to glare at Su Leng as they left.
He sat down next to Fu Siyang and said, "Fu Siyang, if you go back to the hotel obediently, I will let you go. If you stay drunk like this, I will beat you up." He stretched out his arm, grabbed the wine glass from Fu Siyang's hand, and slapped it.
On the stage, Fu Siyang smiled, and his smile was charming and seductive.
There is a hint of desolation in the indescribable sexiness, but it is still so lingering that people can't take their eyes away. "Of course I will go back obediently, Mr. Su, happy wedding."
Standing up crookedly, Fu Siyang raised his feet and walked outside. Su Leng took out the gold card from his pocket and handed it to the waiter, "Check out."
Looking at the unlimited gold card, which is limited to less than ten copies sold worldwide, the waiter's eyes shone, and he hurriedly followed behind Fu Siyang, and Fu Siyang picked it up when it was lying on the ground, and held it in his arms. Su Leng sighed.
, sent him to the hotel. Fu Siyang was in a daze along the way, talking intermittently and didn't know what he was saying. Su Leng stood next to him and listened carefully to what he was saying. It was only when he got closer that he heard clearly that he was scolding him.
"Xiao Leng Leng, you bastard, don't even think about getting married, I will castrate you!"
Su Leng couldn't laugh or cry. The little bastard's stomach was burned and he rubbed himself in Su Leng's arms along the way. Su Leng couldn't concentrate at all while driving. He finally reached his destination, but the little bastard suddenly pounced on him and buried his face in his
Neck, "Leng, will you marry me?"
Su Leng was startled and quickly pulled the little bastard away. The shiny thing on his neck attracted Su Leng's attention. It seemed a bit familiar. Su Leng suppressed his nervousness and tremblingly reached out and took out the thing from the little bastard's neck.
That was a ring sent from Finland. How could the little bastard do this? In a daze, the little bastard felt his neck moving. He reflexively grabbed the ring from Su Leng's hand and held it in his hand. He frowned.
Slowly letting go and closing his eyes with satisfaction, Su Leng's eyes were sore. If he had doubts about Mo Yan's words at first, now he completely believed it.
He stretched out his hand to cover the little bastard's face, and moved his beautiful lips forward to kiss the little bastard's ear, "Little bastard, you said you want to marry me, right?"
What responded to him was the little bastard's heavy breathing, and Su Leng sighed. He had no plans to get married. Only a few people in the secretary's office had that invitation, but he believed it.
*The next day, Fu Siyang woke up with aches all over his body. The after-effects of alcohol made him light-headed and lightheaded. He vaguely remembered that Su Leng came to see him. So where was Su Leng? He got out of bed and saw that Su Leng was there in the room.
Shadow, looking around, saw his apartment in Paris. Su Leng sent him back last night, and he couldn't wait to get married, right?
Thinking of this, Fu Siyang became angry and stopped thinking.
The car was racing all the way to the Lenghuang Group, and Fu Siyang came to stop it with the help of a fisherman. Su Leng was surrounded by a large group of reporters. I don’t know who sent the invitation. This incident caused a storm in the city, and Su Leng was sullen.
With a face, Johnny stopped the reporter and his face was extremely ugly. The reporters chased and surrounded Su Leng. Less than three meters away from Su Leng, An Sewei stood there with a shy expression and a rosy complexion.
No matter how you look at it, she looks like a little woman immersed in happiness.
The reporters' questions became more and more pointed. Is Su Leng going to get married today?
Fu Siyang punched the steering wheel, and the car made a sharp and piercing cry as if someone had stabbed it. The big crowd looked back, and when he opened the door, Fu Siyang came down with a gloomy face and said "Get out of here".
For many reporters, his eyes were very cold, so cold that it almost made people freeze.
Su Leng, you can't wait.
The reporters subconsciously made a way for him. Mr. Fu's hatred of reporters was famous in Paris. Fu Siyang smiled coldly, stepped forward and took Su Leng's hand, looking at the reporter, "Who?
His mother said he was going to get married? Who the hell said that?" Fu Siyang was furious and looked at the reporter angrily. Then he glanced contemptuously at An Sewei, whose face was livid, "You are her fiancée, self-proclaimed
?You deserve it, are you as beautiful as I am?"
Everyone at the scene had confused expressions because of Fu Siyang's words. Su Leng didn't say a word from beginning to end. Johnny's mouth twitched. This bastard is still the same as he was six years ago.
Fu Siyang glared at the reporter fiercely, "Don't you just want to report it? As for finding such a low-class third-rate millionaire to force it on Su Leng? Does An Sewei deserve it? She doesn't deserve it. Su Leng
It belongs to me. If you want to report it, go and report it. Su Leng belongs to me, Fu Siyang, and I will give you the evidence."
After Fu Siyang finished speaking, he turned around, grabbed Su Leng's waist and captured his lips.
Johnny was shocked by this visually striking scene.
Several secretaries on a high-rise building screamed.
The reporters who reported the story all had big mouths, and even An Sewei, who was standing aside, looked pale and white. If the target was Fu Siyang, she had no chance of winning. Time seemed to be frozen, and the two men kissed so selflessly that it made her feel uncomfortable.
Pedestrians, reporters and employees on the street stopped for a long time. For a long time, Fu Siyang lay in Su Leng's ear, his voice full of sadness.
"Leng, why are you in pain? I will accompany you in pain, but please, don't leave me."
Fu Siyang suddenly had a dagger in his hand, leaning on Su Leng's shoulder, he slashed hard and viciously towards his face.
After Su Leng understood the meaning of this sentence, his face turned pale and he pushed Fu Siyang away. The knife he slashed on his face was so deep that his bones were visible. Su Leng felt great pain in his heart and snatched the dagger from his hand, "
What are you doing."
"This is the only way I can think of. It hurts me as much as it hurts you. I don't know how many times you've been stabbed on the face, but I can destroy my whole face with my hands."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~; Oops, I can’t torture you anymore, I can’t torture you anymore.
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