By the time she finished speaking, the man had already placed her on the sofa.
Before Gu Wanyao was mentally prepared, Huo Sijue had already made her wish come true.
She closed her eyes, and the sweet taste suddenly spread throughout her limbs.
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The marriage certificates for Zhou Zeyi and Qiao Mengxing were quickly issued.
While Qiao Mengxing went to the bathroom, Zhou Zeyi stared at the red notebook in his hand in trance.
Now, this woman is his legal wife.
As for the divorce.
She won't even think about it in this life.
He stared at the red book as long as Qiao Mengxing left.
It seems that this is the most precious thing in his life.
It wasn't until Qiao Mengxing came out of the bathroom that Zhou Zeyi put the red notebook in his pocket with an indifferent expression.
"Although it's a contract marriage, we should go have a few drinks and have a simple ceremony. What do you think?" Zhou Zeyi just mentioned it casually.
He was prepared to be rejected.
As a result, Qiao Mengxing agreed to him carelessly: "Okay."
So, the two of them chose a hotel nearby and booked a private room.
Ordered a few dishes and a few bottles of red wine.
Qiao Mengxing has no resistance to alcohol since Zhou Zetian passed away.
Because she often drinks to drown her sorrows.
No, after sitting down, she didn't take a bite of the food, she just drank one glass after another.
Moreover, every time she is alone with Zhou Zeyi, she easily loses her mind.
I can't help but think of Zhou Zeyi as Zhou Zetian.
She will miss the smell of Zhou Zetian's body, his kisses, and the tenderness he gave her.
When he was alive and well, she always thought he was a playboy and was always disdainful of the changes he made.
After he left, she suddenly realized that no one in this world would love her that much anymore.
"Drink less, it will hurt your stomach." Seeing that Qiao Mengxing was already drunk, Zhou Zeyi snatched away the glass of red wine she had just poured.
Qiao Mengxing suddenly held Zhou Zeyi's face with both hands.
She drunkenly asked him: "Do you know how much I miss you? But what about you? You can't even bear to entrust me with your dreams. I can only miss you by looking at your brother's face every time."
Zhou Zetian, if I had never known you, I would not be immersed in missing you and unable to get out."
"Mengmeng, you are drunk." Zhou Zeyi wanted to take away her hand holding his face.
Qiao Mengxing refused, and even sat directly in Zhou Zeyi's arms.
Then, she leaned in his arms like a little bird and murmured drunkenly: "Zhou Zetian, can you entrust me with your dreams every night like you did today? I really miss you so much..."
After Zhou Zeyi sighed, he cupped the woman's pretty face with a little baby fat with both hands.
Immediately, he said to her helplessly: "During the period when we were passionately in love, you broke up for no reason, and then completely forgot about me after the breakup. Let's forget it. You also fell in love with my brother..."
As Zhou Zeyi spoke, his eyes suddenly turned scarlet.
After a few seconds of silence, he asked her with a hint of madness: "Is it fair to me if you do this?"
After she finished speaking, Zhou Zeyi couldn't help but kiss her lips.
The kiss was rough and affectionate, with a strong smell of punishment.
After being drunk, Qiao Mengxing completely mistook the man in front of her for Zhou Zetian.
The dishonest little hands had already touched his solid complex muscles.
Immediately afterwards, Qiao Mengxing's behavior became more and more bold.
She thought it was a dream. She wanted to be gentle with Zhou Zetian, but she was afraid that she would never see him again when she woke up.
Seeing her throwing away her clothes, Zhou Zeyi's pupils shrank sharply, and then expanded slightly.
Just when he was about to lose control, his cell phone rang.
"Mengmeng, put on your clothes." Zhou Zeyi picked up her clothes and gently put them in her hands.
He really wanted to get her.
But not at this time.
It must be done when she loves him and she is awake.
"Hey, Qianmo."
"President, Zhang Yu's whole family has gone abroad."
Zhou Zeyi was rubbing his eyebrows when Qiao Mengxing hugged him from behind.
He controlled his accelerated breathing while talking to his assistant: "To investigate the flight information, I asked Lord Huo Si to grant permission. I must find out which country he went to."
He wanted to see who and what happened that forced the potential stock he personally selected to flee abroad with his family.