C1 Night Before the Wedding

There was a rumor circulating in A City that Fu Yating, the fifth king of diamonds, liked men. However, within three days, this rumor was broken by an explosive piece of news.

This was because Fu Zating was about to get married.

As the lucky one, Song Qinglan was immediately noticed by the gossip media, and Song Qinglan happily started to prepare for the wedding.

However, things changed again.

Room 1808 of the Di Hao Hotel ?

Song Wanqing was woken up by the tearing pain.

The moment she opened her eyes, she met a pair of furious eyes.

The owner of those eyes was the man she had yearned for in her dreams, Fu Yating.

"You ? Why are you here? " The pain in her body made her grimace.

"Why am I here?" Fu Yanting harrumphed coldly. "You're already in bed, yet you're asking me why I'm here?"

As far as he could remember, he had received a text message from his senior sister last night saying that there was something going on in the school. What happened after he came in? Oh right, where's senior sister? Song Wanqing looked around and did not see her senior sister.

She lowered her head to look at herself. Her body was covered with red marks, clearly showing what had happened.

"Satisfied? Because of you, the wedding between Qing Lan and me was ruined. "

"What?" Song Wanqing was shocked.

A cold smile appeared on Fu Yating's face. "Song Wanqing, you've already accomplished your goal. Why are you still pretending?"

"No, no, no. I've never thought of letting your wedding with Qinglan be a failure. I ? I really don't. "

The more he said, the angrier Fu Yating became. Song Wanqing was at a loss for words. She looked frantically at Fu Yating, trying to explain, "It's not me, it's really not me. I don't know what's going on." "I ?"

A dark light flashed in Fu Yating's eyes as she looked at Song Wanqing's beautiful face. An image flashed through her mind. He suddenly reached out his hand to grab her neck. Song Wanqing's breath caught in her throat as her beautiful face turned red.

"Put..." Let go... I... "I can't take it anymore ?"

"Can't take it? "Song Wanqing, when you tried your best to climb onto my bed, why didn't you think of this?" Her hawk-like eyes stared straight at Song Xianqing, causing her to tremble slightly. She stretched out her hand to pry Fu Yating's hand away. However, her strength was useless in front of Fu Yating.

Her brain began to feel anoxic.

Fu Yanting noticed the change in Song Wanqing's expression and snorted coldly, "Stop acting! Didn't you just want to see the results? Are you satisfied now? "

"I... Satisfied... "What?"

"Song Wanqing, don't play dumb!"

Song Wanqing struggled with all her might, but Fu Yanting refused to let go. For a moment, Song Wanqing thought that she would die. However, a burst of phone calls caused her to gasp for breath. Fu Yating hurriedly picked up the call and left her alone on her bed. It took a long time before she regained her senses.

After Fu Yating left, Song Xianqing hurriedly put on her clothes and dialed her senior sister's number. However, there was still a busy tone on the other end of the phone.

Helpless, Song Wanqing could only endure the pain in her body as she headed towards her senior sister's house.

After asking a senior for the address of her sister's home, Song Xianqing got on a car and drove to her senior sister's house. But he didn't expect that his senior sister's house was empty.

Song Wanqing returned home in a daze. As she thought about Fu Yating's expression when he looked at her, she felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

However, when she returned home, she saw the black Maybach parked at the entrance. It was Fu Zating's car.

A bad feeling rose in her heart.