Song Feier suddenly exerted force on her arms and pressed her body down, pushing him down on the sofa nearby.
The clothes on her body also slipped off, revealing the scenery.
"Brother Ninth, can you just give it a try? How do you know you don't like touching me if you haven't even tried?"
As she spoke, she put her hands on his broad shoulders.
Bo Zhan Yeqi's forehead was throbbing with veins, he never expected that she would do such a thing!
He was not affected by her initiative, figure, or her pear-shaped appearance, but said with a low expression:
"Do you know what you look like now?"
Without waiting for her to answer, he said directly and neatly: "Those bitches who climb into bed with no self-esteem."
Bitch woman.
Those three words were straight and cruel! They were like a sharp knife piercing Feier Song's heart, extremely sharp.
Her hair suddenly seemed to be covered with a layer of shame, leaving no room for it.
Bo Zhanye ignored her, stood up, put her directly on the wheelchair, threw her clothes, pushed her out, and said coldly:
"I gave you the password to the villa before because I trusted you. Now that you are using it in a place like this, don't come over without permission again. I will also change the password."
Then, slam the door. Without hesitation, without mercy.
That door was more like a slap, hitting Feier Song hard on the face, it was so painful!
She was so angry that she burst into tears, clasped her hands tightly, and was about to go crazy!
Why!
Why did she get to this point, but he still refused to give her a little tenderness, didn't want to look at her more, and even called her mean!
Does he really not like her at all?
This night, I felt angry, unwilling, collapsed, desperate, and uneasy.
Early the next morning.
The bright sun rises, Bo Zhanye wakes up, Jinjun Qinggui takes a shower, changes clothes and goes downstairs, as if nothing happened last night.
What surprised him was that there was an exquisite Western breakfast on the dining table, and Feier Song was busy in her wheelchair.
She hasn't left yet?
Song Feier naturally heard the sound of Bo Zhanye coming downstairs. She raised her eyes, and when she saw the disgust on his cold and handsome face, her little face became stiff and pale.
It took two seconds to adjust to the situation and said:
"Brother Jiu, are you awake? Auntie was asked to go for morning exercise and said she wouldn't eat at home, so I made breakfast for you."
Her voice was timid.
Bo Zhanye thought that she was still making breakfast because of her poor legs and feet, so he didn't say anything. He walked over and sat on the dining table without saying a word.
The atmosphere is very stiff.
Song Feier squeezed her palms and lowered her head to apologize: "I'm sorry, Brother Ninth, I really shouldn't have done that last night.
Not only did it hurt your trust in me, but it also made me lose all self-esteem and become very humble and humble.
I also regret that I, who have always been proud, willful and aloof from childhood, could be so confused in front of you.
I promise that I will never do stupid things again, and I will cherish myself. Brother Ninth, please stop being angry and arguing with me, okay? I can't wait to slap myself a few times now.
No, it has already been beaten.
Brother Ninth, look, I still have obvious marks on my face."
She slid the wheelchair to his side, and her cheeks were indeed red with faint palm prints.
Bo Zhanye narrowed his deep pupils and looked at her calmly: "The first condition for a girl is self-love. You should think more about what your current behavior will make your future husband think? What will it sound like if word gets out?
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Song Feier wanted to say that as long as he was her husband! But she didn't dare to anger him anymore. She pursed her lips and nodded:
"Well, I was so excited that I didn't think much of it. I'm sorry, Brother Ninth, I really know I was wrong."