Zhuo Jian felt his shoulder being turned and then being held down from behind.
"Fu Yanye, what are you doing?"
"Apply medicine."
Fu Yanye said that she had taken out the medicine she had been spraying recently from the bedside.
Before the injury on his waist healed, Zhuo Jian felt like a steak, being flipped over and grilled by him.
After applying the medicine, he turned her over again and put his forehead against hers: "Madam, your husband is very frustrated."
"Madam orders you to retreat quickly."
"How to retreat? Like this?"
"..."
The long night could have gone on like this forever, but in the end, he just held her in his arms and coaxed her to sleep.
Since when did I feel so happy even coaxing her to sleep?
Jian Qian followed her instructions and sent her pictures and lies.
Fu Yanye hugged her and looked at her WeChat on her phone, smiling helplessly.
This woman is really, really cute.
Fu Yanye later sent Feng Ying: "The future mistress of the Feng family must not be a liar."
After reading WeChat, Feng Ying unconsciously looked at the woman who was sitting on the sofa holding her mobile phone. He couldn't help but lean towards her slightly, trying to see clearly the contents of her mobile phone.
But Jian Qian noticed it immediately and pressed the phone in her arms: "What are you doing?"
"Nothing, who are you talking to so intently?"
"colleague."
"..."
He is indeed a liar.
Feng Ying stared at her and suddenly thought of the sentence about the future mistress of the Feng family.
Jian Qian was numb from staring at him, and suddenly felt a little cold on her feet. When she lowered her head, she realized that she had taken off her shoes at some point and was nestling on his sofa as if she were at home. She immediately put on her shoes and looked at the photos on her phone.
Time, "It's time for me to go back."
Feng Ying said nothing, but stared at her with a thoughtful smile.
Jian Qian stood up, feeling numb all over from being stared at.
She was brought here by him and was leaving...
Forget it, call a taxi.
She wanted to leave when she felt in danger.
Feng Ying sat on the sofa, listening quietly to the sound of her footsteps becoming increasingly blurry. He groaned before she opened the door, but still did not speak.
Jian Qian always felt something was wrong with him after going out.
He didn't even stop her, not even a word.
What is he doing?
Is it dangerous again?
still......
She suddenly remembered that a while ago, Fu Yanye used the trick called play hard to get against Zhuo Jian.
Jian Qian felt uneasy and got on the elevator instead.
When we met again, it was a weekend night and she was dancing with her colleagues.
In the sultry space, people's blood seems to be swelling.
She chatted with two female colleagues and soon returned to her seat.
Fu Yanye and Su Bai stood upstairs and watched. Su Bai said, "This cousin of ours has something."
Fu Yanye smiled lightly but did not comment.
"Feng Ying is here."
Yan Zheng came from the other side and said next to them.
Soon, they found Feng Ying in the crowd.
That person seemed to have a pure heart, but the things he was participating in could be described as bloody.
Feng Ying came up to say hello to them, and Mu Handong happened to be here to play, so they went to play cards together regardless of their previous suspicions.
Su Bai asked curiously: "Don't Mr. Feng go find his cousin?"
Feng Ying smoked a cigarette and said, "Don't be in a hurry."
"host?"
Mu Handong asked curiously.
"You haven't been in town recently. You didn't know that Mr. Feng has taken a liking to our cousin."
"Cousin? Sister Xiao Jian's unrelated cousin?"
Mu Handong had heard that Zhuo Jian had someone he cared about very much and kept promoting him.
"you do not say."
Su Bai said.
"I don't understand how two people who are not related by blood can really become sisters."
Mu Handong couldn't understand that kind of sisterly love.
"When did we become blood brothers?"
Fu Yanye said calmly.
Su Bai and Yan Zheng raised their eyebrows in a good mood.
Mu Handong could only smile bitterly: "I'm envious, everyone."
Feng Ying smiled and said: "Have you made an alliance with blood? Count me in?"
Unexpectedly, the door of the private room was suddenly knocked, and Zhang Mingliang came in: "Why don't you come out and take a look, someone is confessing his love downstairs."
As soon as everyone heard this, they knew they were not strangers, so they immediately put away their cards and went to the theater.