Fu Yanye sighed helplessly: "Mrs. Fu, in previous charity activities, my father always accompanied my mother."
"Now if you go alone, others will only think that you dote on your wife."
"so?"
Fu Yanye was a little unsure.
But the temptation of the word "loving wife" is quite great.
"Um."
Zhuo Jian agreed.
"Actually, do you know what I want to do most right now?"
"..."
She looked at him and said nothing.
"Get you drunk."
"..."
She thought she was going to sleep directly.
Fu Yanye returned to the banquet room helplessly and explained that his wife was unwell and needed to rest first.
Zhuo Jian took advantage of this vacancy to call Jian Qian.
Jian Qian answered quickly: "Sister, I'm fine."
"This is Starlight, you don't have to compromise."
"Um."
Jian Qian looked at the person in front of her, agreed softly, and then hung up the phone.
Feng Ying took off his suit, a cool shirt and black trousers, and handed her a glass of wine: "I didn't expect her to be your Mrs. Fu's cousin."
"Actually, we have no blood relationship. My father is an orphan adopted by her grandmother."
"Is that so?"
Feng Ying came to City A for the first time, so naturally he didn't know much about Tai Shenzhi.
"Yes."
Jian Qian looked at him, he was like a cunning fox in the General Bureau, and she was on guard against him.
"There will be a ribbon-cutting event here in a few days. Miss Jane, are you free to attend?"
"No."
"Um?"
Obviously, Feng Ying was not rejected by many.
She smiled faintly: "Let's just forget what happened that night."
"Just let it go? I've never slept with a woman without paying her."
"But I'm not selling it."
"Huh, you're being hypocritical."
Feng Ying leaned on the sofa and stared at her.
"Whatever you think, but I want you to keep it a secret and never tell anyone else."
Jian Qian said.
Of course, this was also the reason why she followed him into the room again.
Feng Ying looked at her, "Why should I keep it a secret?"
"I am not negotiating with you, nor am I asking you, but I am begging you. I am where I am today thanks to my cousin taking pity on me. I want to cherish everything she has given me."
"It sounds like everything you get now was given by others."
"You can think so, but I don't want to deny my efforts."
Jian Qian looked at him very frankly.
Feng Ying frowned, stared at her and lit a cigarette, "Tell me about you."
A person whose investigation yields no results is a bit curious.
"We're not familiar enough to understand each other, are we?"
"..."
Feng Ying nodded, but before he even twitched, he suddenly felt his heart congested. How could this woman be so difficult to deal with, and she didn't even need to talk about something familiar or unfamiliar?
He laughed, mocked, and then took a puff of cigarette leisurely: "What does it mean to be familiar? Let me do you on the bed again? Or two or three times?"
"..."
Jian Qian finally showed off her face because she was humiliated.
"I didn't mean to hurt you. You don't have to be on guard against me. It's impossible for me to tell every woman I've slept with and let others know about it. It's better for you not to tell anyone."
"..."
Jian Qian suddenly couldn't sit still and stood up.
Feng Ying looked at her, "Are you leaving?"
"Otherwise? I will humiliate you by continuing to stay here?"
