Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

Tang Shishi didn't know that Fu Zheng was nearby, so she ordered a few bottles of white wine.

"To be honest, although Ah Liang was with us a few days ago, he has been depressed and uninterested. Now he finally lets go. Come on, let's have a good drink today to celebrate Ah Liang's successful divorce and becoming single!"

"Come, come, come, don't get drunk!"

Wen Liang smiled and poured herself a glass of wine, "Then I will risk my life to accompany you!"

The three of them drank one cup after another while chatting.

Tang Shishi was half-drunk, and started to talk uncontrollably, "... Ah Liang Hi... I already knew that Fu Zheng was nothing... How could you tolerate him for so long? If it were me, I would have kicked him long ago. Wouldn’t it be nice to support two male models with the breakup money?”

"Come on, come on, let me show you my baby, shush...don't tell anyone else, I haven't...never shown it to anyone else..."

Tang Shishi drunkenly opened the encrypted photo album on her phone, "Look, they are all male bodhisattvas on the Internet. I collected them with great difficulty. Look at this picture, his chest muscles are so big, bigger than mine..."

"And this, look at the shape here, I'll rub it, it's really interesting..."

"This, this, this butt is the most upturned I have ever seen..."

"There are so many styles, there is bound to be one you like. As for Fu Hunjun, go ahead!"

"..."

Tang poetry is introduced one by one, and each sentence is bolder than the next.

Wen Liang's face was slightly red, but Zhu Fan watched it with gusto.

Wen Liang's eyes were also attracted out of curiosity, but for some reason, every time he saw a photo, Wen Liang subconsciously compared it with Fu Zheng.

For example, Fu Zheng's chest muscles are tight and hard. Fu Zheng's... length of eighteen centimeters is naturally not small. Fu Zheng's butt...

Wen Liang's face turned even redder, and she quickly shook her head to get rid of the dirty thoughts.

After seeing so many photos of men, she still felt that Fu Zheng was the most perfect.

Some are too strong and muscular, and some are too slender, with no beauty in their muscles at all, but Fu Zheng's figure is just right.

There are also people who are similar in stature to Fu Zheng, but their appearance is not as good as Fu Zheng's.

She obviously promised to forget him, but she couldn't control herself due to the warmth after drinking.

The man's face came to mind again and again. She tried hard to drive him away, but she couldn't do it.

Just get drunk.

Only when she was completely drunk could she stop thinking about him.

Just think of this as her last drunken moment for Fu Zheng, as a tribute to her unrequited love that lasted for ten years.

But they didn't know that Fu Zheng on the side had already darkened his face.

Tang Shishi only felt the coldness around her and muttered, "Isn't there heating? Why do I still feel a little cold?"

After saying that, she returned to the topic, "How about we go to the bar tonight to do random 419? They Nordic people are quite capable. I bet you, Ah Liang, will completely forget about Fu Hunjun..."

Hearing this, Fu Zheng's face turned dark.

Fortunately, he heard Wen Liang say, "This... let's forget it..."

She felt that she had not let go to that extent, and she was also afraid that she would get sick.

Fu Zheng's expression finally recovered.

Tang Shishi didn't mention it again, and the three of them continued drinking and chatting, and the topic revolved around the pictures on Tang Shishi's phone.

Wen Liang drank until she felt dizzy, and her intuition told her that she couldn't drink any more. If she drank any more, she would definitely die of drunkenness.

When you are in a foreign country, it is better to be a little alert.

She reminded Tang Shishi and Zhu Fan, and the three of them took a taxi back together.

In the car, Wen Liang was so groggy that he almost fell asleep.

Back in the room, Wen Liang couldn't wait to fall on the bed and fell asleep.

The room fell into silence, dark and silent.

Suddenly, a "squeak" sound broke the silence of the room, and the door opened and closed.

Fu Zheng came to Wenliang's bed and sat down gently.

He took advantage of the moonlight to look greedily at Wen Liang's sleeping face.

At this moment, he could finally look at her openly and unscrupulously, looking directly at her.

He really misses her.

Fu Zheng slowly stretched out his hand, caressed her cheek gently, leaned over and kissed her forehead, sniffing her body fragrance without any scruples - of course, all he smelled was the smell of alcohol.

This little drunkard!

Fu Zheng pinched Wen Liang's nose.

Fortunately she didn't agree to go to the bar, otherwise he couldn't believe what he would do!

The heating was on in the room, and Wen Liang was still wearing a heavy cotton jacket. He began to sweat from the heat, groaned in discomfort, and pulled at his clothes unconsciously.

Fu Zheng unzipped her, took her out of her down jacket, and helped her take off the sweater and thickened leggings underneath.

She had the last layer of thermal underwear left on her body.

I don't know whether it was because she was drunk or because she was hot, her face was flushed, her red lips were slightly open, revealing her white teeth, and she hummed unconsciously.

The close-fitting thermal underwear outlined her graceful undulating body curves, making her even more charming and alluring.

Fu Zheng originally had no other thoughts and just wanted to make her feel better.

But now, his breathing gradually became heavier, his mouth was dry, his eyes were straight, and his mind was blank.

Especially when she hummed from time to time, hearing it in Fu Zheng's ears was like adding fuel to the fire, which was burning more and more.

Wen Liang turned over unconsciously and turned sideways, fully exposing the curve of her waist.

Fu Zheng held his breath and finally couldn't restrain himself. He turned Wen Liang over, leaned over and kissed her pink and alluring red lips, then penetrated in easily.

A sweet smell of wine entered his mouth, a long-lost feeling, and Fu Zheng couldn't help but indulge in it, tasting her delicious food wantonly.

"Well--"

Wen Liang's face became increasingly red, and he gradually became breathless. He opened his eyes uncomfortably and pushed the person on top of him, "Fu Zheng?"

Fu Zheng froze, opened his eyes, and met Wen Liang's eyes at close range.

He didn't expect Wen Liang to wake up and was about to explain.

Unexpectedly, Wen Liang closed his eyes again and muttered, "Why did I dream about you?...I don't want to dream about you at all..."

Hearing this, Fu Zheng's face turned pale.

She doesn't want to dream about him?

So who does she want to dream about? Zhou Yu? Or Meng Ce?

Or was it the man who allowed her to give birth to the child? !

Fu Zheng was so angry that he gritted his teeth. Seeing what Wen Liang wanted to say, he lowered his head to block Wen Liang's watery lips, bit and sucked them roughly, and stirred them in her mouth domineeringly, taking away the air in her mouth.

"Um-"

The hot breath sprayed on Wen Liang's face, making her feel hotter and hotter, and she couldn't help but pull at her clothes.

Her collar was pulled down, revealing her plump and round figure.

Fu Zheng's eyes were scarlet, and the memory of their incomparable love affair over the past three years appeared in his mind, and the dragon that had been silent for a long time was about to move.

He kissed the side of Wen Liang's face and licked her sensitive, white and small earlobe.

Wen Liang said "hmm" and trembled all over.

Fu Zheng's hot lips moved to her neck, slid down, slowly reached her collarbone and chest, and lifted up her clothes...

Wen Liang snorted uncomfortably and said unconsciously, "Ning Ning, don't bite..."

Fu Zheng froze, raised his head suddenly, and asked in a deep voice, "Who is Ning Ning?"