Mrs. Fu, please grasp the scale

She went to a few wine shops from noon to now, and she didn't drink much in each game, but she had to drink some, two or three glasses, three or four glasses, the woman acted like a coquettish, and changed to red wine, so as not to drink white wine to perforate her stomach .

But even so, red wine has great stamina.

Even if Xu Qingcheng's mind is clear, his body can't hold on anymore.

She came out of the private room, and Xu Qingcheng ran towards the fire exit without even reaching the bathroom.

Quiet stairway, no one there.

Xu Qingcheng lifted the lid of the trash can and vomited.

Finished vomiting.

All the tears came out.

This fucking life.

Xu Qingcheng wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and suddenly kicked hard on the trash can, "Damn! Fu Jingting is a bitch."

Fu Jingting bit his cigarette, pressed his elbows weakly against the railing, and watched the one-man show that suddenly appeared in front of him.

Hearing his own name suddenly, the corners of his eyebrows raised.

But in the memory frozen in her eyes, the deepest thing is that she looked up and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Xu Qingcheng opened her handbag and took out a wet towel. She wiped her mouth and hands.

He brought the makeup mirror over again, and carefully touched up the makeup.

Pulling off a standard commercial smile, he looked in the mirror.

perfect.

But...in the mirror...

Xu Qingcheng wiped the mirror surface of the vanity mirror with her fingers, and she took the mirror and turned it to the right a little bit, then a little bit.

The man's face goes completely into the mirror.

Xu Qingcheng turned her head abruptly.

Fu Jingting had already stood up straight. He flicked the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray placed on the stairs, opened the door, and left.

Xu Qingcheng was stunned for a second.

The body reacts before the brain and catches up.

"Young Master Fu."

She shouted, but the man turned a deaf ear.

Xu Qingcheng rushed over directly, she reached out and grabbed Fu Jingting's sleeve, licked her face and smiled, "Young Master Fu, are you free, say something."

"No time." The man looked at her, with no desires or desires on his face, without wind or waves, as cold as ice.

Refuse outright.

"How come I'm not free, one minute." Xu Qingcheng licked his face.

Fu Jingting withdrew the sleeve she was pinching in her hand, and pushed open the door of a private room.

If you want to say what Xu Qingcheng has practiced the most during this time, it is his face.

Being rejected too much, it becomes numb, and the sense of shame is no longer willing to run outside.

It will be hard to talk about it when he goes in, Xu Qingcheng doesn't want to let go of this opportunity.

Fu Jingting had already pushed open a door, and something suddenly rushed towards him. He subconsciously turned sideways, and Xu Qingcheng threw him into his arms.

His body was leaning against the door panel behind him, and he was knocked backward by her, with a bang.

The handrail on the door rested tightly on Fu Jingting's waist.

Fu Jingting cursed, fuck!
This fucking woman is going to ruin his waist.

Uh……

He looks like this, it seems, it hurts.

Where did it hit?

Xu Qingcheng felt guilty.

Eyes aimed at his crotch.

Seeing her eyes, Fu Jingting wanted to gouge out her eyeballs.

"Where are you looking? I fucking hit my back." Fu Jingting lowered his voice and gritted his teeth.

Xu Qingcheng's face twitched slightly, she hurriedly stood up straight, and sincerely apologized, "I didn't do it on purpose, the rug caught the heel just now..."

As she spoke, she stepped back.

In the private rooms of high-end hotels, the doors are made thick for sound insulation.

Another door was pushed open, hit the wall and bounced back, and she backed away.

Fu Jingting's forehead twitched, and he reached out to grab her head and bring it into his arms.

Xu Qingcheng, "..." What's going on? !

The door swished past the back of Xu Qingcheng's head.

She has been pressed against his chest.

Has a very light tobacco smell.

Xu Qingcheng turned her head to look, feeling terrified.

"……thanks."

Fu Jingting pushed her away and stood up straight.

Xu Qingcheng saw that his hand was supported back, and reached out to touch his waist, "Did you hit him?"

As soon as the hand moved over, the man's fingers pinched his wrist to block it back.

The man squinted at her, clearly drawing a line between the two of them.

Fu Jingting is a small-minded person. If she dared to plot against him, he would let her have a taste of absolute power.

It seems that the Ye family's suppression of her hasn't taught Xu Qingcheng to behave.

Move your mind to his head.

If Fu Jingting didn't peel off her skin, he couldn't let go of her heart.

Xu Qingcheng withdrew her hand without any embarrassment, and said to business, "Young Master Fu, there may be a misunderstanding between us..."

"Jing Ting." Someone called him, interrupting Xu Qingcheng's words.

Then ask, "Who is this lady?"

Xu Qingcheng turned his face away, only to realize that more than [-] people in a room were all staring at them.

It was a beautiful woman who called him.

Big means older.

Gentle and graceful, she is dressed in a white cheongsam embroidered with gold embroidery, dignified and generous.

The exact age cannot be determined.

The facial features, especially those eyes.

It's very similar to Fu Jingting.

Xu Qingcheng hurriedly looked over, and there was a vigorous old man sitting in the central seat, and an old lady beside him.

The two are very festively dressed.

Chinese tunic suit and dark red cheongsam.

The facial features of those sitting here are more or less similar.Especially those men in their forties and fifties.

family dinner.

Xu Qingcheng suddenly understood.

No wonder Ya can still run out to smoke by herself.

In front of these elders, Fu Jingting really didn't have to pretend to be a grandson obediently.He is the grandson.

Xu Qingcheng was inexplicably gloating.

Fu Jingting glanced at her, the corners of his eyebrows raised strangely, "Miss Xu, I'm not interested in Shengshi's property."

After he finished speaking, he closed the two doors in the middle.

As soon as Xu Qingcheng stepped back, the door closed in front of her.

Fu Jingting sat down on the empty seat beside the woman, and the man across from him looked at him diagonally, "When you are doing things outside, you must behave properly. I have heard a lot of gossip recently..."

Fu Jingting clicked his tongue, and was caught by his old man, so his ears had to be sharpened.

"Okay, second brother, today is the golden wedding of parents, Jing Ting, you go back and educate." The words were blocked by Fu Jingting's uncle and escaped.

When the subject changed, Zhong Wanxiu approached Fu Jingting and stretched out her hand to press his waist, "Did you get hurt?"

"fine."

She pressed her hand lightly on the back of his waist, and Fu Jingting couldn't help teasing her, "Don't touch a man's waist casually."

Zhong Wanxiu slapped her directly, "You son of a bitch."

Depend on!
The palm was so hard that Fu Jingting couldn't help hissing, "Mom, be gentle."

Zhong Wanxiu glared at him, and asked in a low voice, "Was that child from Xu Shengchang's family just now?"

"Ah."

"The one who is engaged to Ye Tinghong?"

"Ah."

"You guys are familiar with it?"

"Unfamiliar."

Not familiar?
Zhong Wanxiu stared at the back of his hand, there was a scratch on it, blood was seen.

Just now when the door slammed back, he blocked it, and the metal lock cylinder slid across.

So kind to strangers?
Zhong Wanxiu looked at him, "This Miss Xu is very pretty, but she doesn't have a good reputation."

Fu Jingting turned his face to look at her, with a faint smile, "Mom, when did you gossip like this?"