There was Aite Nanqing in the group. Nanqing took one look and replied: "No, I'm a little tired. You guys can play at night."
"We, Mrs. Fei, have nothing to do every day except drinking tea and watering the flowers. How can we be tired?" One person said in a strange way.
Who doesn't know that Nan Shu is just a vase, a tool for marriage, and when she forced her to marry Fei Sen, Fei Sen didn't love her at all, she was just a vase and a idler.
A dig at the original owner?
Nan Qing made a shy expression, then quickly wrote a line and sent it.
"Those of you who are not married will not understand how tired married people are. I have a sore back and don't want to play. I wish you a happy time."
The crowd fell silent for a moment.
Then it took several seconds for someone to speak one after another.
"Nan Shu, you are so happy, Mr. Fei really loves you."
"Hey, it would be great if I could marry such a good husband."
"Nan Shu, you should have a good rest. Fei will always feel bad when you are tired."
"..."
Nan Qing threw away the phone. Aren't these people tired? They probably felt sick when they said those words.
Nan Qing was alone at home at night. Although he didn't go out to play at night, he could still drink good wine at home.
Feisen doesn't like drinking very much, but he does drink occasionally, so the basement of the villa is a wine cellar. There is also a stylish drinking bar specially built in the villa.
Nan Qing was wearing a burgundy suspender pajamas and sitting at the bar having a drink. The red wine in the transparent goblet emitted an indescribable aroma as she swayed it.
The original protagonist Nan Shu is very good-looking. Why would Feisen prefer to fall in love with the heroine of the world whom he later met who is very similar to his own wife, rather than falling in love with his wife Nan Shu, whom he has been with for several years?
So looks are an advantage but not what completely attracts Feisen.
What's the difference between the original protagonist and the heroine of the world?
Nan Qing was analyzing how he wanted to conquer Feisen. He was thinking quickly while drinking wine, and Nan Qing gradually smiled.
I've thought of a way.
This trick should have been tried and tested by men throughout the ages, right?
At this time, Nan Qing heard the sound of the villa door opening and the sound of a sports car entering the garage. Feisen was back.
Nan Qing lowered her eyes and drank the wine. Her appearance at the moment was just right so that no one would think that she was drinking to relieve her sorrows, nor would it appear that she was decadent and smelled of wine. She was slightly tipsy as she lowered her eyes while tasting the wine.
The scent of charm.
Feison saw this scene as soon as he entered the door.
He would only occasionally sit at that bar and have a few drinks. In the past few years, he had married Nan Shu, but she had never appeared at that seat.
Faison subconsciously felt that this was his exclusive seat.
There is a woman sitting on his seat. The woman has a beautiful figure. The burgundy suspender pajamas set off her skin as white as jade. Her dark curly long hair hangs loosely behind her, and the white and tender butterfly bones on her back are faintly visible in the hair.
Feison withdrew his eyes and walked over. He lowered his head and looked at his watch: "It's 10:40. Do you have any dissatisfaction with drinking here at night?"
The woman sitting at the bar turned around in confusion and didn't seem to understand what he said. She said as lazily as a cat: "No, you are good-looking and rich, which makes me satisfied."
She can flatter anyone casually.
Feisen smiled disdainfully and glanced at the wine in her hand: "You like drinking?"
"This bottle of wine is delicious and sweet."
She held the wine glass and smiled. The next second she shook the red wine glass in front of him and took another sip. Nan Qing habitually raised her chin slightly when drinking. Her neck was so white and thin that it seemed like it would break if she pinched it.
Likewise, the seat of her throat moved slightly when she swallowed the red wine.
Feisen's eyes unconsciously fell on her neck. He had never thought that drinking alone could look so good.
But he came back to his senses in the next second. Looking at the proudly drinking woman, he frowned and his eyes dimmed.
"Does it taste good? I'll drink it all tonight. If you don't finish the bottle of wine, you're not allowed to go upstairs!" Feison pulled on his tie and turned around to leave.
The people at the bar were still a little confused.