"Or do you not want to eat, but want to eat me?" Fu Yanlin raised his eyebrows, his peach blossom eyes were particularly attractive, "Were you not full just now?"
"..."
Wen Sheng felt that no one could compare to Fu Yanlin in terms of shamelessness.
Because he has rich experience in love, he can say such hot words anytime and anywhere?
How could she not lose in front of a demon king like him?
Wen Sheng smashed a pillow over and hit Fu Yanlin on the head. He was not upset, took it and put it aside. Then he took a set of clothes from the cabinet and put it on the bed. "Put it on and take you to eat delicious food." p>
After saying that, he went out.
The dress is a white dress with long sleeves. It has been dry cleaned, and the bag is specially used for hotel dry cleaning.
After looking at the label, Wen Sheng's heart skipped a beat.
CD, no wonder she feels that although this skirt is conservative in style, its design and texture are unparalleled and can be called a classic.
Wen Sheng doesn't own many big brands of clothes. As a venture capitalist, sometimes you need some famous brands to support the scene, but Wen Sheng thinks it's completely unnecessary. She doesn't like to chase famous brands. She has several big brand bags, all of which were given by Zhu Qingjia. p>
Zhu Qingjia is a woman who is particularly keen on shopping, and she keeps Wen Sheng by her side. After going back and forth, Wen Sheng knows a lot about brands.
She knew that the skirt Fu Yanlin had prepared cost at least five figures.
She can't afford it.
She picked up the little black dress on the ground and prepared to make do with it... But when she picked it up, she saw that it was really terrible.
How on earth did this person take off this skirt last night?
Use torn ones?
Wen Sheng had no choice but to obey.
I have to say that the skirt Fu Yanlin chose was indeed Wen Sheng’s aesthetic and preference, and it also fits her temperament very well.
It's just a bit heavy. The pleasure of the RMB rubbing against the skin arises spontaneously.
When Wen Sheng opened the door and went out, Fu Yanlin was on the phone.
He didn't know who the other party was. Fu Yanlin's tone was particularly cold, and the anger on his face could not be restrained. "Can you calm down a little? Are you trying to show me how to repent here? Isn't it disgusting?"
Fu Yanlin's tone was full of ridicule and cruelty.
He had just taken a shower, and his short hair had not yet been dried, with a bit of wet moisture hanging on his forehead, adding a bit of laziness. Simple black casual trousers and a white fine-line knitted top gave him an outstanding temperament.
.At a glance, everything from the neck down is legs.
Seeing Wen Sheng, his strong sullenness dissipated a bit, but his tone was still cold, "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, just do whatever you want."
The other party didn't know what he said, and Fu Yanlin's face darkened, "You can control who I bring to a room?"
Wen Sheng was stunned when he heard this, and then felt a little rude, so he went to the refrigerator to pour some water.
Fu Yanlin followed up, took away the ice water in her hand, replaced it with a bottle of room temperature bottle and gave it to her after unscrewing it. He was busy answering the phone, "Marriage is impossible, you'd better not have wishful thinking."
"It's up to you. If you want to die, just be quick and don't be so annoying."
"If you think you can threaten me, do whatever you want, okay?"
The woman's voice on the phone continued, but Fu Yanlin had already cut off the call.
It was a very gentle and pleasant woman's voice, and one could not tell her age.
Wen Sheng guessed it was one of his ex-girlfriends who had never given up.
Wen Sheng was not surprised.
Fu Yanlin does have the capital to be liked and pursued.
He put his cell phone into his trouser pocket, picked up the black windbreaker on the sofa, and said to Wen Sheng, "I'm not going to eat anymore, I have something to do."
Wen Sheng nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
Their relationship is very subtle, and Wen Sheng has no curiosity about the entanglements in his private life.
It's good not to eat, as it saves two unfamiliar people from sitting at the same table and causing indigestion.
Wen Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Fu Yanlin stepped forward, stretched out his hand to rub Wen Sheng's head, "Go home and rest, don't run around, okay?"
Wen Sheng didn't like his intimate movements and tone, so she turned her head away and said nothing.
She thought to herself, why should he teach her what to do and what not to do? Is she her father?
"You were lucky to meet me last night." Fu Yanlin said in an educational tone, "A drunk woman is picked up in a nightclub. Do you know what will happen? Hmm?"
"It's nothing good to meet you." Wen Sheng's beautiful eyebrows furrowed.
Wen Sheng felt heartbroken when she thought of the broken little black dress.
That was one of Zhu Qingjia’s nightclub shirts, costing several thousand dollars. How could she have such a sexy and provocative dress?
"I haven't served you well yet?" Fu Yanlin raised his eyebrows, half-smiling, "Your voice is hoarse."
"..." Wen Sheng muttered, "Abnormal."
"Little white-eyed wolf." Fu Yanlin said with a smile.
"..." Wen Sheng felt that she was no match for racing and that if she continued, she would only dig a hole for herself, so she changed the topic and said, "I'll transfer the money for the dress to you later."
Fu Yan frowned, "What did you say?"
"No reward for no merit——"
"I think you had a hard time screaming just now and it took a lot out of your voice."
"You...are making excuses." Wen Sheng refused to admit defeat and retorted, "Our relationship is mutual. After we get out of bed, no one owes anyone, and I can't accept the skirt for nothing."
Fu Yanlin's eyes darkened and he snorted coldly, "What kind of relationship do we have?"
"..." Wen Sheng bit her lip and glared at him, "It was a bad relationship."
"You're quite sober?" Fu Yanlin sneered.
"You're a little confused." Wen Sheng looked at him indifferently.
The two of them are already hot friends, what's not to admit?
Wen Sheng said jokingly, "We are all adults, there is nothing sober. You don't think we are in love, do you?"
Fu Yanlin looked at Wen Sheng expressionlessly, his dark eyes seemed calm, but there was fire in them, "I tore your skirt to pieces, and I'll give you one, as it should be."
"There's no need for such expensive clothes. I feel a psychological burden for you to do this..." Before Wen Sheng finished speaking, he was snatched away by him in a cold voice, "If you don't want to wear it, just take it off and throw it away. There's no need to be dissatisfied with me."<
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"..." Wen Sheng frowned.
Fu Yanlin's face was extremely cold, "I will never take back what I give away."
After saying that, Fu Yanlin slammed the door and left.
The door panel made a loud "snap" sound.
Wen Sheng felt that Fu Yanlin was angry, but she didn't understand why he was angry. She was just stating the facts.
Did she say it wrong?
Is there something wrong with this person’s mind?
If you are angry, be angry. It is best not to contact you again. If so, Wen Sheng will be very grateful.
Wen Sheng packed his bag and left the hotel.
It’s a good weekend to rest.
As soon as Wen Sheng got out of the elevator and walked towards the lobby, someone grabbed her arm and said, "Stop!"
Wen Sheng subconsciously looked back at him, and at that moment, a fierce slap flew over.
"Bitch, you dare to steal my man." The woman's face was twisted ferociously, "I'll fucking tear you apart!!"