Chapter Fifty-Three Feng Huacheng's Chic and Coquettish
Zhou Rong did not deceive Feng Huacheng. She was very interested in Feng Huacheng's career. She did not live on elegance like in the original drama, but directly found Professor Wang, whom she knew.
Soon Feng Huacheng first won the first place in the poetry competition, and then he actually ran for the vice president of the Writers Association.
Seeing that his long-cherished wish has finally come true today, Feng Huacheng still feels somewhat satisfied despite the twists and turns in the process.
Jichun, Jishantang, in a private room of a certain branch.
After several rounds of white wine, the eyes of the elegant writers of the Writers' Association present were a little confused.
At this time, a beautiful woman dressed young and fashionable came to Feng Huacheng with a wine glass and said, "Teacher Feng, I am your loyal fan!
My name is Wang Zi!
I toast you today and thank you for writing so many excellent poems!"
Ever since he was appointed as the vice-president of the Writers' Association, people around him have called him President Feng. Today, Wang Zi suddenly called him Teacher Feng, and Feng Huacheng suddenly felt a little happy.
Looking at Wang Zi's beautiful face in front of him, his fashionable dress, the admiring eyes looking at him, and the strong smell of perfume on Wang Zi's body, Feng Huacheng was a little intoxicated and obsessed.
"Wang Zi, right? It's an honor for someone Feng to like you!"
“Teacher Feng speaks so nicely!
I especially like poetry. I want to ask Teacher Feng for advice in private!
I don’t know if I have this honor?”
Feng Huacheng suddenly felt that the Wang Zi in front of him was very feminine and was not owned by Zhou Rong at home. When he heard her request again, Feng Huacheng's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly nodded and agreed.
...
In a simple unit in Tongzi Building, Wang Zi twisted her slim waist and handed Feng Huacheng a glass of red wine charmingly.
"Teacher Feng, this is the 1982 Lafite given to me by a French friend of mine! Try it quickly!"
"Uh? It's really not possible!
I just drank a lot of liquor and I really can’t drink it down!
Besides, white wine mixed with red wine will make you more intoxicating!" Feng Huacheng glanced at the red wine Wang Zi handed over, then shook his head with a wry smile.
"Teacher Feng, what are you afraid of when you're drunk?
Just rest here with me!" Wang Zi's voice was full of temptation, which made Feng Huacheng a little confused.
"Also, I heard that the weather in France was the best in 1982, and the quality of the grapes was also great, so the wine produced was particularly top-notch!"
"Oh? Then I really want to try it!"
I don’t know whether Wang Zi’s words about resting here when drunk moved Feng Huacheng, or whether he really wanted to try the high-quality 1982 Lafite. Feng Huacheng happily took the red wine.
"Well...it's really good! The French are outstanding in their ability to make red wine!"
"Teacher Feng, am I right? If you like drinking, then drink more!"
Wang Zi glanced at Feng Huacheng charmingly, then poured him a glass of red wine, and the two began to discuss poetry.
Until late at night, the two people's interest became more and more enthusiastic, and they gradually began to breathe quickly. Then Feng Huacheng and Wang Zi were like dry wood caught in a raging fire, and they started burning to their heart's content.
The madness was short-lived. As soon as it dawned the next day, Feng Huacheng woke up from his hangover and glanced at Wang Zi beside him. Feng Huacheng felt a little regretful.
I hurriedly put on my clothes and wanted to escape from here.
Suddenly he felt Wang Zi hugging him from behind, and felt Wang Zi's proud figure pressing against his back. Feng Huacheng unconsciously swallowed his saliva again.
"Teacher Feng, are you just leaving like this?"
"Huh? I didn't go home all night, my family should be worried!"
"Teacher Feng, are you afraid of your wife?"
Feng Huacheng did not reply, but hesitated for a while, then turned to look at Wang Zi in front of him again, and then...
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Zhou Rong stayed up all night and saw Feng Huacheng return home the next day. Then she asked angrily, "Huacheng, you didn't go home last night.
Where did it go?
Don’t you know that Yueyue and I will be worried about you?”
"Zhou Rong, I'm sorry!
My appointment came down yesterday!
Colleagues asked me for a treat and then drank a few more drinks!”
"Then where will you sleep at night?"
"Huh? A male colleague's house! Zhou Rong, don't think so wildly!"
"Male colleague? Really?" Zhou Rong still looked at Feng Huacheng in front of her with some suspicion, and then suddenly smelled a faint smell of perfume.
"No! Feng Huacheng!
I never wear perfume!
Be honest, did you really sleep at your male colleague’s house last night?”
"Zhou Rong, you have to figure it out!
There are also many women among my colleagues!
It is their freedom to wear perfume.
You can't suspect me of being unfaithful to you just because you don't wear perfume!" Feng Huacheng suddenly became angry like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Hearing Feng Huacheng's rebuttal, Zhou Rong realized her own recklessness and quickly said in a gentle tone, "Huacheng, I'm just nervous about you!
Why did you react so loudly!"
"Zhou Rong, I can't stand your suspicion of me!
This is the first time and I hope it will also be the last time!"
"..."
Seeing Feng Huacheng's extreme reaction, Zhou Rong didn't say anything else. It was just a casual question, but now Zhou Rong became even more suspicious.
...
Zhou Bingkun came to Sun Xiaoning during his lunch break. Sun Xiaoning is now mainly responsible for the operation of "Zhou Family Bookstore".
Over the years, Zhou Bingkun's careful training has gradually given Sun Xiaoning some abilities. If she really takes it seriously, she may be more capable than her brother Sun Qianchao.
Last time Sun Qianchao asked to give Zhou Bingkun's sister Zhou Rong a free bill. Zhou Bingkun really couldn't say anything. Although he and Zhou Rong didn't have a good relationship, after all, Zhou Rong was also his sister.
Sun Qianchao gave Zhou Rong face, which was a disguised form of giving Zhou Bingkun face. If we really want to blame Sun Qianchao for breaking the rules of Jishan Hall, it would really be Zhou Bingkun who was being hypocritical.
Although Zhou Bingkun did not express any opinions, he secretly deposited a sum of money in Zhou Rong's account at Jiangliao University Branch. From now on, Zhou Rong's orders at Jishantang will be purchased by Zhou Bingkun.
"Xiaoning, go to the Jiangliao University branch of Jishantang later and deposit some money for Zhou Rong in her account!"
“Brother Bingkun, I don’t think it’s necessary!
If others find out, they won't say anything!" Sun Xiaoning said, feeling a little incomprehensible.
"Xiao Ning, you should always know our Jishantang rule of not owing debts!" Zhou Bingkun explained with a smile.
“The embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in an ant nest.
The bill exemption is not just a matter of a small amount of money, it also includes employees’ wages and taxes!”
“So you can say nice things, but you must make up for it yourself!
You can’t use your employees’ wages and tax payable to do favors to yourself!”
"Brother Bingkun, do you have any objections to my brother?"
"Opinions are irrelevant!
It’s just that his potential in the future is almost non-existent!
In other words, it is already a bit difficult for him to be the vice president of Jishantang!" Zhou Bingkun explained with a smile again.
"Xiao Ning, I think you are more talented than your brother.
So when you learn to do business in the future, try to be more careful!"
"I know, Brother Bingkun! I will definitely work hard!"