57. Chapter 57 Squeezing the closet with good girls 7
Fengxing put on his shirt and buttoned it while smiling inexplicably. He smiled and suddenly his face became tense. After being expressionless for a second, the corners of his lips involuntarily raised again.
As for why he was laughing, he couldn't tell the reason.
Maybe she felt that the way she looked just now was very much like the child bride raised by a wealthy family in the old days. She was submissive, submissive, and well-behaved. Compared with Tang Yue's bold and arrogant, they were two extremes;
Or maybe he was laughing that he had entered the wrong room and got on the wrong bed, setting up such a big mistake.
Fortunately, I made a mistake and I didn't sleep with the wrong person.
If he really slept with her, wouldn't he have taken advantage of the little witch's wishes and given her the clues, causing more trouble for no reason.
Even though I think so, I don't understand why there is still a trace of regret in my heart, which I can't explain.
Tang Yue has a standard angelic face and a devilish heart. She has suffered so much that Fengxing hates all such women so much that she is reluctant to even meet them on weekdays.
When facing her, guarding dominates all emotional reactions. Over time, it becomes a habit. After many years, it is difficult to switch to other feelings.
Qianxun, on the other hand, did not think about whether she was sent to him by Tang Yue. In terms of his personality, he was not completely indifferent.
Such a delicate and harmless woman likes to hide her worries behind her glasses and secretly glance at him with pure and innocent eyes when he is not paying attention. She is more easily frightened than a newborn animal and needs someone to protect her at all times.
It needs to be held in the palm of your hand and cared for carefully.
If she is really another trap of Tang Yue, I have to say that this time, the little witch found the right person and guessed his weakness by accident.
However, just this level is not enough. Just because he appreciates it does not mean that he will like it. Even if he likes it, he does not necessarily have to own it. At least, before the true origin of Qianxun is determined, he and her,
Absolute distance will be maintained.
Putting on his coat, neatly dressed, President Feng Da walked out with steady steps and said, "I'm going back."
Qianxun sank into the sofa, holding a small pillow, with her back to him, and said lightly, "Oh."
When he reached the door, he opened it and suddenly noticed her unusual silence and couldn't help but look back.
Qianxun's body was like a small tree in a rainstorm, shaking violently. She tried her best to restrain it, hugging her knees with both arms, but she still couldn't restrain it.
Feng Xing tilted his body slightly, changed his angle, and accidentally caught a glimpse of her grinning mouth, smiling silently.
Who are you laughing at?
Naturally, you don’t think what others think.
The foot that stepped out of the door was taken back.
Feng Xing took off his suit, threw it away casually, and strode towards her. He wanted to take a closer look at the woman who was scared to death by a cockroach and cried for help at the door of her house. When did she develop a bear heart?
Leopards are so brave that they dare to secretly laugh at his embarrassment from behind.
A huge shadow shrouded it.
The surrounding air is much thinner.
Is it an illusion? She actually felt cold, so Qianxun hugged her arms and rubbed them gently.
"Is it funny?" He looked at her condescendingly and slowly unbuttoned her cuffs one by one.