Chapter 212 Even if you strip naked, I won't be interested
Feisen's eyes looked as if he wanted to kill someone. He wanted to break in, but what he saw when he went in was just a drunkard.
Very good, you have the ability, this woman dares to act drunkenly in front of him!
He waited for her to wake up and didn't believe that she wouldn't leave this house.
It's no fun to argue with a drunkard. He wants to wait until she sobers up to settle the score!
Feisen turned around and left irritably.
His room was occupied and he couldn't sleep in Nan Shu's room. Although Nan Shu's master bedroom was comfortable, he was disgusted by the thought of the smell of perfume all over the quilt.
There are a lot of rooms in such a large villa, so Feisen went to the guest bedroom to stay for one night.
But the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. As the male owner of the villa, he was driven to sleep in the second bedroom like this?
If he hadn't known that Nan Shu didn't dare to mess with him, he would have thought that Nan Shu was deliberately pretending to be drunk to tease him.
In the darkness, Feison's eyes narrowed viciously. He was spitting out letters like a perched poisonous snake, thinking about how to torture the prey that entered his territory.
It was late at night and the villa was very quiet.
…
Nan Qing woke up naturally at seven o'clock. She had a very comfortable sleep and was in a good mood!
Er Er's cold voice came from his mind: "Pulling the male partner out on purpose is a temporary pleasure, but the male partner will settle the score later and you will be doomed."
"What did you say? What was your intention? Did I chase Fei Sen out? What happened last night? I drank too much and don't remember anything." Nan Qing raised his eyebrows and said in a pretentious manner.
Er Er tried his best to remain elegant and rolled his eyes.
Nan Qing opened it and was about to stretch out of bed: "Although it is the second bedroom, it is not worse than the master bedroom at all. I don't know where I bought this mattress. It is really comfortable to sleep on."
"Be good, I will sleep with you more often in the future." Nan Qing said while touching the mattress.
Er Er: "..."
Nan Qing tidied her hair and made sure it was messy and beautiful. She also felt confused and seductive before going out.
As soon as she went out, she lowered her head like a little quail who had done something wrong and was afraid, and planned to quietly go back to her room.
But suddenly the voice of the servant aunt came: "Madam, sir, you have been told to go downstairs after you leave the room. He will wait for you in the dining room."
Apparently this aunt was ordered to guard Nan Qing here early in the morning.
Nan Qing stood up, her delicate face slightly unnatural, she coughed and her charming voice sounded hoarse and uncomfortable after a hangover: "I know, I'm going to change clothes first."
The burgundy suspender pajamas skirt she was wearing had some wrinkles because she didn't sleep well.
The servant said expressionlessly: "The gentleman said that when the wife came out, she went downstairs to see him."
So I didn’t make any preparations for Nan Qing to change clothes.
OK.
Nan Qing had no choice but to walk downstairs. She pretended to be a little scared and pretended to be calm in front of her.
In the restaurant, Faison, who was wearing home clothes and looked like a world-class model, was reading a financial newspaper. On the table was his Chinese breakfast. The steaming breakfast had obviously just been served.
Nan Qing walked over with a smile: "It's rare to see my husband when I get up in the morning. In the past, when I got up and asked the maid, the reply I always got was that you have gone to the company."
Her squeamish voice was a little hoarse, and her throat felt uncomfortable when she woke up in the morning without replenishing water when she was drunk.
Nan Qing said this as if she was clingy and dependent on him.
The last sentence also contained a hint of accusation, accusing Feisen of lacking company for her because he went to work early every day.
Feison put down the financial newspaper and raised his eyes: "Is my bed comfortable?"
"It's... comfortable. Husband, where did you buy your mattress? That mattress is so comfortable. I want one too."
"Nan Shu, are you sure you just want the mattress and not sleeping in my bed all the time?" Feisen said disdainfully.
It was seen that Nan Qing had no guilt at all, so she continued to act.
"Husband, I...why did I sleep in your room last night?" Her eyes were full of doubts, and she was even more suspicious.
Feisen frowned: "Stop your guessing eyes, even if you take off your clothes and lie next to me, I won't be interested in you."
