C6 I Did It on Purpose

He was pressed down, unable to move, but he could clearly feel the obvious changes in the man.

"Hubby, you are drunk. Can you do that? I am a little worried about your body..."

Feng Chuchu said sweetly. The tip of her finger cut across Si Yeqing's neck. With a light hook, she pulled him closer to her.

This proactive look and the softness of her hot chest pressed tightly against her chest. No one wanted to explore it and cause a storm.

"Are you that cheap?"

Si Yeqing suddenly woke up. He frowned and left with a look of disgust. He tidied his messy clothes and even gave him a stingy look when he looked back.

It was as if the one who took the initiative was not him, but Feng Chuchu.

"Since I am married to you, this is also considered a kind of duty. Furthermore, the night allowance is very high. Why should I reject it?"

Feng Chuchu climbed up and only she could hear the heartbeat in her chest. It was very intense and difficult to calm down.

She casually wrapped her clothes and her shoulder was still half exposed. Feng Chuchu brushed past Si Yeqing's body and left the fragrance on the tip of her nose.

Si Yeqing's eyes became dark again. He did not drink much tonight, so why could he not control the so-called heart demon?

On the banquet stage, his heart did not waver when he heard Lu Jianjian's suggestion. He returned home. However, he started to have thoughts about a woman like Feng Chuchu. Si Yeqing, wake up a little. He grabbed the book on the desk. He looked at the name on the cover and his dark eyes stared in the direction of the door.

She was actually looking for this book?

She clearly knew of Director Wang's dirty thoughts towards her, yet she still wanted to participate?

Indeed, it was just an illusion just now. Feng Chuchu would never change. She loved vanity, was jealous, and was even more vicious. If it wasn't for her... How could things have become like today? Thinking of this, Si Yeqing clenched his fist and smashed the desk hard. He didn't know what he was venting.

On the second floor, in the bedroom, Feng Chuchu quickened her pace and returned to the room. She closed the door and pressed her back against the cold door.

Placing her hand on her chest, she could feel her already chaotic heart.

Since when did she become greedy?

Or perhaps, when she first agreed to this marriage, she had some selfish motives.

Si Yeqing was the most outstanding man in this city. Looking down at everyone, he stood at the top of the pyramid, and with a flick of his finger, he could control the fate of thousands of people. He had a net worth of billions. He was a young and talented man, and he also had a face that was even more exquisite than an idol. Under the same roof, if one did not have any feelings of adoration, He was afraid that there was a problem with his body and mind.

But what could he do?

It was just that the relationship between the two families' elders was forced. Love? He didn't even dare to ask for a favorable impression. The only thing that increased every day was hatred.

Only when Si Yeqing tortured her could she feel happiness.

What she needed to do was to pretend to be peaceful, husband and wife harmonious, and show the old man a respectful appearance.

It would be ridiculous to say that it was Si Yeqing's filial piety.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

In the dark room, Feng Chuchu's phone emitted a faint light on the bed. She slowly walked over and picked it up to look at the screen. The text reminded her of the number that had entered her bank account. She looked back at the time on the red circle on the calendar and gave a self-deprecating smile.

Living expenses and pocket money always came at the right time.

But what about the extra tens of thousands?

"It really is Si Yeqing. Even if he didn't finish his work, he would still send money..."

Feng Chuchu looked at the marks on her neck that he had just left and carefully looked at the numbers. She calculated that after her grandmother finished the surgery, the money should be enough to last two months for the follow-up treatment.

But the investment that would be like a bottomless pit was still far from enough, so she had to get that movie.

At three o'clock in the morning, the moonlight was gradually defeated by the sunrise, but it was still shrouded in the hazy night sky.

In a dark corner of the city, the underground bar was exceptionally quiet. Two tall men sat in the lounge chair, and in front of them was half of the whiskey. Su Cuo played with the goblet in his hand and gently turned it. The ice in the goblet made a sound as it collided with the glass. It was crisp, but it was eye-catching.

Wen Ziheng glanced at him and asked with a faint smile, "What, there was no girl who took the initiative to give herself to you at the banquet?"

"Yes, but I refused."

Su Cuo turned around with a pair of smiling eyes and raised his wine glass far away from Wen Ziheng, signaling him to do so.

"What about it? Showing such a face? Could it be that the company has suffered losses? " Wen Ziheng did not mind asking, but Su Cuo remembered what he saw. He knew that he didn't have money, but he still gave all the money he had left to the old granny who was begging on the street. If he didn't know Feng Chuchu, he might think she was kind. But who was Feng Chuchu? They were all well aware.

Was she hypocritical?

However, at that time, there was clearly no one by her side, so she didn't need to show it to anyone.

"What kind of person do you think Feng Chuchu is?"

Just as Su Cuo said it, Wen Ziheng looked at him and said, "Why do you want to mention her trash?"

"Did you forget that she found someone to plot against Qianqian? Such a vicious and ruthless woman, her private life in chaos, was simply unbearable to look at. If it wasn't for Yeqing and her, the elders in the family would have had that kind of relationship. How could she have endured it all the way until today?!" Wen Ziheng rarely said so much. It could be seen that he really didn't have a good impression of Feng Chuchu.

The outside was noisy and noisy. All kinds of seductive women were sticking close to the man and doing intimate actions.

Nightclubs, as the name implied, also became normal.

However, for Su Cuo and Wen Ziheng, this was normal. This was just a place for them to drink and chat.

"Tell me, do you think it's possible that this isn't what we think it is?" In the darkness, Su Cuo raised his eyes and asked.

Wen Ziheng sneered and declined to comment.

Seeing is believing. This group of people really did not believe those empty promises and oaths.

As the saying goes, lightning strikes from the heavens. If the punishment was really so effective, there would not be more than seven billion people in the world who were still climbing year by year.

"You mean that Qianqian's matter has nothing to do with Feng Chuchu? Who would do such a cruel thing to Qianqian?! You must know... " Wen Ziheng had been friends with Lu Jianjian since he was young. He treated her as his younger sister. Therefore, his anger was also a little stronger than the others. Su Cuo could not explain. He only felt that something was not right.

Forget it. It was Si Yeqing's family business anyway. He was willing to maintain this state himself. What was he worried about?

Si Yeqing was also ridiculous. He hated her so much, but he was still protecting Feng Chuchu.

"What is the truth of the matter? No one cares."

Su Cuo's voice was hidden in the music. No one heard it.