When Nie Zheng came out of the bathroom, Song Feixue was still holding his cell phone.
Nie Zheng was stunned for a moment, "Feixue."
Song Feixue was disappointed and smiled absentmindedly, "Azheng, I'm sorry, I seem to have gotten into trouble."
Nie Zheng took the phone from her hand and looked at the call history.
It shows that the last call recorded was from Feng Xiaoxiao.
"sorry."
Song Feixue reflected on herself before he blamed her, "I don't know what's wrong? Your phone kept ringing, and I didn't even look carefully, so I answered it..."
Song Feixue bit her lower lip.
"She...is your wife?"
"Yeah." Nie Zheng frowned and nodded.
"Oh..." Song Feixue's face was pale, as if she had been hit hard, "It turns out that her name is... Xiaoxiao."
Song Feixue forced herself to smile, and her smile was uglier than her cry.
"Well, I met her last time at my aunt's place. She is very beautiful... I didn't expect that her name is also very nice. It's very, very nice..."
Nie Zheng avoided her gaze.
"I'm sorry, Azheng, I..."
Song Feixue's eyes were red and her eyes were watery.
"I really don't know, Xiaoxiao is your wife, and you didn't tell me her name..."
"Um."
Nie Zheng nodded and frowned slightly.
"It's not your fault. It's okay. You don't have to blame yourself."
Song Feixue was worried, "Is it really okay? Do you want me to explain..."
"Need not."
Nie Zheng picked up the red wine glass and took a sip.
The Adam's apple in his neck rolled slightly, "It's really not necessary."
What is the explanation for?
The premise of the explanation is that his Mrs. Nie, Feng Xiaoxiao, must care. But Mrs. Nie has known about Song Feixue's existence for a long time, has she ever cared?
Mrs. Nie doesn’t even need Mr. Nie’s explanation, so why does she need Song Feixue’s explanation?
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Back in Jinyuan, Feng Xiaoxiao was indeed in the dance studio.
What she practiced today was not classical dance, but hot hip-hop dance. Nie Zheng pushed the door in and was shocked by her hot and fiery moves.
"Mr. Nie!"
Feng Xiaoxiao smiled happily, showing no signs of displeasure at all.
Nie Zheng's heart sank.
She really didn't care - she called her husband, but a woman answered the phone without even asking.
"Mr. Nie..."
Feng Xiaoxiao leaned against Nie Zheng, hooking her long legs around his waist, and moved her hands down from his temples, tracing ambiguously along the direction of his chest muscles.
Along with the sound of music, Feng Xiaoxiao made a series of movements to lift her buttocks.
Full of temptation.
Nie Zheng took advantage of the situation and grabbed her thigh, his eyes darkened, "Mrs. Nie, is it convenient today?"
They haven't been intimate for several days.
"Why."
Feng Xiaoxiao pressed her head against his chest and smiled.
"Where's my gift? It's okay if I don't have it."
Ah.
Nie Zheng took out the brocade box from his trousers pocket and opened it. The brocade box came with its own light, and the expensive and luxurious Patek Philippe... was dazzling.
"Wow!"
Feng Xiaoxiao said with starry eyes, "So beautiful!"
Nie Zheng's Adam's apple rolled up, and he pressed the person against her body. He held the watch in one hand and put it on her wrist.
Biting her earlobe.
"Not as beautiful as you."
"My lips are covered with honey." Feng Xiaoxiao's fingertips traced Nie Zheng's thin lips, "But Mrs. Nie likes to hear it."
Nie Zheng retracted his arms, lifted her up, and walked to the master bedroom impatiently.
"ah……"
Feng Xiaoxiao was thrown on the bed by him and exclaimed, looking scared, "Mr. Nie, what are you going to do? I'm so scared..."
snort.
Nie Zheng pulled off his tie and said a vicious word, "...you!"