Even if you take off your clothes and lie next to me, I won't be interested in you.
If this was said to her by another unrelated man, she might not care at all, but if her married husband said it to her, it would be simply a humiliation.
I saw the smile on the face of the pretty woman across the table froze, and her bright eyes lost their luster for an instant. She was full of energy just now, and now she suddenly became dull.
Feisen's eyes narrowed slightly: "What's wrong? Why are you showing such an expression? Do you want me to be interested in you?"
Showing this expression to whoever, doesn't she really like her first love? She rushes out every once in a while to kiss her.
Nan Qing's face was not very good, so she got up and prepared to go upstairs.
Just a second ago, he was laughing and calling his husband, but now he has such a dead face. Feisen is in a irritated mood. The matter of robbing his room is not over yet. Don't try to get through it.
"Stop, sit back."
Feisen's voice was stern, as if he was speaking not to his wife but to an unintelligent employee in the company.
Nan Qing paused, then picked up his energy and walked back: "Is there anything else?"
"Nan Shu, have you forgotten about robbing my room last night?" Feisen asked calmly after taking a sip of soy milk.
Nan Qing thought about it for a moment, then lowered his head and said feebly: "I'm sorry, I drank so much last night that I can't remember anything."
After saying this, the man opposite her didn't reply to her, and Feisen ate breakfast slowly.
After dozens of seconds, Feisen raised his eyes: "What else? Is an apology enough?"
He was pushed out of the door by her without any clothes on last night. Can this problem be solved by just saying sorry?
Nan Qing thought for a moment and then continued: "Next time I will be careful not to drink so much. Even if I drink too much, I will stay in the room obediently and not come to take your room."
I apologized and repented, which is sincere enough.
Nan Qingsheng was bright and good-looking and had a very flamboyant personality. When she just came downstairs, she was smiling like a flower and calling him husband. But now she is wilting. She never looked directly at him when she spoke.
Feisen's eyes darkened: "You can leave."
"oh."
Nan Qing got up and left.
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After returning to the room, Nan Qing hurried to the bathroom. She drank too much last night and wanted to go to the toilet!
Fortunately, she had just finished dealing with Fei Sen and didn't deal with him too much. If she continued to deal with him, she was afraid that she would burst her bladder.
Nan Qing also took a bath and applied skin care to herself.
Er Er counted in his mind: "Honey trap, creating a special feeling that is different from the original owner's usual feeling, playing hard to get, Nan Qing, your rhythm gives me hope."
"Er Er, what you said is wrong. Have I ever made you lose hope?"
"have."
"when??"
"When you are drinking." Er Er looked indifferent.
"...."
It was already nine o'clock after skin care, and Fei Sen had already gone to work in the company. Nan Qing felt a little hungry and went downstairs to have breakfast.
In the morning, an aunt came over to make breakfast. Feisen liked Chinese breakfast while the original owner preferred English breakfast.
A little salad, two slices of toast, grilled bacon slices and sausage, with a spoonful of sweet bean paste on the side, Nan Qing ate slowly.
She doesn't have to go to work, so she naturally has to enjoy breakfast slowly and doesn't need to rush.
Just after breakfast, Nan Qing's cell phone rang.
I saw a message from a person named Yun Shen: "Shu Shu, do you want to have dinner together at noon? The British restaurant opened by my company has launched a new dish. See if you like it."
Nan Qing was stunned when he saw it, who?
Er Er Fu forehead: "The male protagonist of the world, the original protagonist's ex-boyfriend."
Nan Qing raised his eyebrows and smiled: "He asked me out? I'm a married woman."
Er Er: "So you can ignore him."
"I'll just go."
"...???" Erer couldn't keep up with her train of thought.
