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

Fu Zheng felt a surge of ecstasy in his heart. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Wen Liang's back, as if watching prey, before he strode forward.

The cool cheeks became hot inch by inch as he walked faster and faster.

As the footsteps behind her got closer and closer, she almost started to jog.

She stared at the ground and saw the man's shadow getting closer and closer, almost overlapping her. Her heart skipped a beat and she ran away quickly, putting some distance between herself and Fu Zheng.

Fu Zheng's lips curled up, and there was a flash of determination in his eyes. He caught up with Wen Liang in a few steps, grabbed her wrist with his arm, and pulled her into his arms. He stared at her with his sharp eyes, "Why are you running away?" ?”

"Why are you chasing me?" Wen Liang's eyes flickered, he pushed his shoulder and knocked him down.

"Why do you think I chase you?" Fu Zheng raised his eyebrows, half-smiling.

"I don't know." Wen Liang pretended to be stupid.

The mouth is not the heart.

"Then I'll let you know."

Fu Zheng held the back of her head with his big hand, leaned over and kissed her.

Lips and tongues touch each other, breath lingering.

His lips were burning, his attack aggressive and domineering.

Her cool, crow-feather-like long eyelashes trembled, she couldn't breathe, her legs were weak, and she could only hold his collar tightly with both hands, barely supporting herself.

The temperature was very low at night, and a cold wind blew by the river.

But lukewarm is very hot.

Heat emanating from deep within the body.

A small drop of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose.

Fu Zheng kissed her lips obsessively, his tongue going deeper and deeper. An arm was placed across Wen Liang's waist, tightening it inch by inch, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

Under the dim street lights, two figures intertwined, as if they were born from the same root.

Wen Liang couldn't breathe, so she pushed Fu Zheng hard.

Fu Zheng hooked the tip of her tongue and slowly withdrew.

Wen Liang gasped heavily.

Her face was flushed, her eyes were wet, and she unconsciously looked charming when she raised her eyes.

Fu Zheng's heart tightened, and he raised his hand to pinch her chin, forcing her to raise her head and kiss her again.

"Well……"

Wen Liang's eyes widened and he looked at Fu Zheng's eyelashes at close range.

Take measures!

After a long time, Fu Zheng let go of Wen Liang.

Wen Liang immediately pushed him away and took a few steps back. He raised his hand and gently touched his lower lip, which stung slightly.

She glared at Fu Zheng fiercely, turned around and walked back.

Fu Zheng smiled and followed up, "...A Liang, I was very happy just now."

He asked her to kiss him as a joke.

But he didn't expect that she would actually kiss him.

At that moment, his heart was beating fast.

The whole person felt like he was in the clouds, so light and unreal.

Wen Liang glared at him again, "Shut up."

"A Liang, we are now..."

Wen Liang raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "We have nothing to do with each other now, don't get me wrong."

Isn't it just a kiss?

What's the big deal?

Fu Zheng smiled and followed her words and said, "Okay, we have nothing to do with each other."

This arrogant little look made Fu Zheng feel agitated, and he wished he could execute her right there.

But he couldn't rush it, otherwise it would be counterproductive.

Now, he is very satisfied.

He didn't have to remarry her.

As long as she doesn't reject him.

"gone."

"Ah."

The two put their helmets back on.

Fu Zheng returned to the community on his motorcycle.

The evidence for tampering with the signature on the photo was complete, and Wen Liang would have the result soon. Unexpectedly, after waiting for two days, there was no reply from the organizer, just like no email was received.

Only then did Wen Liang regain his senses.

Why are her works signed with other people's names?

She had never sent those photos to anyone else, nor published them on social platforms, except by email for the competition.

In other words, the organizer knew and acquiesced in the matter of tampering with signatures and stealing photos, and even participated in it.

As for the ID Wangcheng who was signed, Wen Liang thought he looked familiar, so he checked it out and found out that this person had won the second prize in the previous photography competition.

It is not yet known whether this second prize is genuine or not, and it is very likely that it was stolen.

If such a scandal breaks out in a game, the value of the game will be greatly reduced.

Wen Liang has not forgotten that Huo Dongcheng is a judge and one of the initiators of the Shanhe Photography Competition, and has inextricable connections with the organizer.

Due to human feelings, Wen Liang did not directly expose and denounce him. Instead, he sent a copy of the evidence he compiled to Huo Dongcheng to explain the reasons.

An hour later, Huo Dongcheng replied, "Ah Liang, I'm very sorry. The announcement on the official website has been changed. I will give you an explanation of this matter."

"Thank you, Brother Dongcheng. If you have anything to say, I will tell you directly. This matter is probably related to the organizer's staff."

"I understand, someone has already been sent to investigate."

"By the way," Huo Dongcheng sent another message, "I heard that you had some friction with Dong Lin and Auntie yesterday?"

"Yes, I think it should have been solved." Wen Liang said.

Anyway, it was settled here. As for Huo Donglin and his son, she didn't know whether they would hold a grudge.

"Dong Lin was born with asthma. Auntie takes a close look at him. If there is any offense, please don't forget it."

"I understand, Brother Dongcheng."

"Those of your works are the most satisfactory to me among all the entries. Keep up the good work."

"Thank you."

Huo Dongcheng put down his cell phone, looked at Secretary Liu in front of him solemnly, and said, "Go and ask Miss Biao to come over."

"Yes."

Secretary Liu stayed beside Huo Dongcheng for a long time, and one glance showed that he was filled with anger at the moment.

Soon, Lin Yinuan opened the door and came in, with delicate makeup on her face to cover up the fatigue of the past two days, "Cousin, are you looking for me?"

Huo Dongcheng raised his eyes and said sharply, "Take other people's works and sign your own name. Who allows you to do this?!"

The ID named Wangcheng belongs to Lin Yinuan.

She had liked Huo Dongcheng before. In order to bring the two of them closer together and have a common topic, Lin Yinuan also learned photography. However, she had little talent in this area and had no achievements.

She didn't want to lose face in front of Huo Dongcheng, so she contacted the staff privately.

As the cousin of the Huo family, there were naturally people who were willing to please her, and they thought that she did this with Huo Dongcheng's tacit approval, so they helped her get the matter done very neatly.

The reason why the last prize was the second prize was because the first prize was a slightly famous photographer.

As for this time, Lin Yinuan had not met Fu Zheng when he said hello. After saying hello, he forgot about it, and he did not expect to be exposed.

Lin Yinuan knew that Huo Dongcheng could not tolerate sand in his eyes, so he immediately admitted his mistake, "I'm sorry, cousin, I was wrong, I shouldn't have done this, and I will never do it again!"

Huo Dongcheng stared at her coldly.

Lin Yinuan became more and more guilty and said anxiously, "Really, cousin, I really know my mistake. I shouldn't take other people's works as my own."

"Now that you know you were wrong, then apologize."

"Ah?" Lin Yinuan was startled, and when he caught Huo Dongcheng's eyes, he shrank his neck, "Do you still...do you still want to apologize?"

Wouldn't it be better to just change the name back?

If she apologized, wouldn't everyone know that her award-winning work was stolen from others?

Where to put her face?

Huo Dongcheng narrowed his eyes, "What did you say?! Say it again!"