The president brought the third one to the top, and she gave him a big pussy

"You and I are cousins, but Qin Zheng doesn't know that. You even told her that you were going to marry me. She will not be able to be with you subjectively, let alone come back to beg you to get back together."

"Ever since he found out you were dating a 'girlfriend', has she decisively given up?"

"She's not the kind of lowly woman who's willing to sell herself to be a mistress for money. If you do this, you'll only lose her completely."

"I don't believe it." Feng Yu said stubbornly, "If she really loves me, she will definitely stop me from being with you."

"You know, a woman who's been heartbroken won't look back, and she's even less likely to show that she's jealous of you. You'll end up in the crematorium by then."

The two of them quarreled in low voices. If they didn't know that Qin Zheng was upstairs, the suppressed voices would have burst out of their throats.

At this moment, footsteps were heard coming down the stairs.

Song Xingyue said to Feng Yu angrily, "Okay, if you insist on doing this and don't believe me, then just try it."

As she spoke, Song Xingyue tore off the clothes on her shoulders, took one of his hands and pressed it on her white thigh under her skirt. Before Feng Yu could react, Song Xingyue's lips pressed against the side of his cheek.

She let out an ambiguous moan.

The living room was suddenly filled with a charming atmosphere.

When Qin Zheng went downstairs, he saw Feng Yu and Song Xiayue kissing passionately, and they were almost making love in the living room.

The energy and blood rushed to my head almost subconsciously.

Qin Zheng clenched his fists tightly again. After all, they were both going to get married, so there was nothing to say.

She wanted to turn around and go upstairs.

At this time, Song Xiayue seemed to have just discovered Qin Zheng. She hurriedly pushed Feng Yu away, her cheeks flushed, with a shy and embarrassed look like a little girl, "Feng Yu, don't be like this, Sister Qin Zheng is coming down."

It took Feng Yu a long while to react. He looked up at Qin Zheng and said, "So what if he saw it?"

Although his tone was nonchalant, his eyes were full of inquiry.

He said in a cold voice, "Compared with Miss Qin's boyfriends, I am just a drop in the ocean, right, Miss Qin?"

Qin Zheng stopped as she was about to go back upstairs. Her eyes fell on Feng Yu and she nodded calmly, "Yes, so, you guys go on."

"Oh, I came down to tell you that it's already afternoon. My Yang'er has already dealt with Gu Chiyan's matter and he has gone back to Jiangcheng. When are you leaving?"

Seeing that Qin Zheng had no anger at all and was even calm and composed, Feng Yu almost couldn't hold it in.

This is not like Qin Zheng's character at all.

"This is not your home. If I want to leave, I have to wait for the owner Lin Yang to come back and tell her that I am leaving."

"Whatever." Qin Zheng didn't want to say more, so he turned around and went back to his room.

Feng Yu watched Qin Zheng go upstairs indifferently. He pushed Song Xiayue away and stood up from the sofa.

Song Xiayue frowned, "Brother, you saw Qin Zheng's reaction, she has already decided to give up on you."

Seeing Feng Yu's clenched fists with veins bulging and his suppressed anger, Song Xiayue still said to him softly, "But I can see that there is a hint of sadness and jealousy in Qin Zheng's eyes."

"She still has true feelings for you."

"If you don't humble yourself and reconcile with her, she may really not reconcile with you."

"That's all I have to say, you can just..."

Before Song Xiayue finished her words, Feng Yu quickly went upstairs in three or two steps with his slender legs.

Qin Zheng rushed to the bathroom on the second floor and washed his face with cold water to calm himself down.

But I was still sad and my eyes turned red.

Looking up and seeing his distraught self in the mirror, Qin Zheng wondered why he was so useless.

He is about to get married, why does she still care about what he does and why should she be sad for him?

She doesn't want to be a failure.

She didn't want to be like her mother, who had an unhappy marriage, but she didn't dare to divorce her father. She had to endure her father having mistresses outside and sacrificing and using her to grab the property.

If she can't find someone who will always love her, then she will never get married. If her mother forces her, the worst that can happen is that she will completely cut off all ties with her, or even die in front of her.

Qin Zheng forced back the tears that had accumulated in his eyes, opened the bathroom door and went out.

She ran into Feng Yu who was looking for her.

"Qin Zheng!" Feng Yu called her.

Almost as a subconscious reflex, Qin Zheng slammed the bathroom door shut.

But the door frame was held by Feng Yu's hand. He stared at Qin Zheng with his charming eyes, and asked anxiously, "You, are crying?"

"why?"

"Get out!" Qin Zheng almost subconsciously burst into anger.

Why is she crying? How can she cry? What right does she have to cry?

It's none of his business if she cries!

The next second, Feng Yu seemed to react belatedly, and a smile appeared on his handsome face, "You, are you jealous of me?"

Qin Zheng's eyes widened and she almost laughed out of anger. She raised her leg and kicked Feng Yu hard in the lower body.

Be jealous of your mother!

This damn bastard! Is he here to laugh at her and humiliate her?

He really thought that she still cared about him and felt sad for him.

Stop joking! She will never feel bad about him and other women again!

But Feng Yu seemed to have anticipated her kick and grabbed her slender white ankle with one hand.

The slippers on my feet fell off.

This jade foot always stepped on his heart ambiguously, teasing him.

With his feet held down, Qin Zheng quickly slapped him in the face with one hand.

Feng Yu had already predicted that her next move would be to slap him, but Feng Yu did not dodge.

'Snapped'.

A five-finger mark was branded on Feng Yu’s fair face.

Qin Zheng was also stunned for a moment.

It's not like she hadn't slapped him before, and she knew he could dodge it.

While she was stunned, Feng Yu had already pushed open the bathroom door, put down Qin Zheng's legs, pressed her against the wall beside the door, and closed the bathroom door with his backhand.

He pressed his whole body on her, staring at her with burning eyes, and said in a hoarse and gentle voice, "Have you calmed down a little?"

His breath completely fell on her, full of ambiguity.

"Feng Yu! What do you want to do?" Qin Zheng shouted angrily, "Get out of here."

"You can't humiliate me!"

As he said this, Qin Zheng was about to slap Feng Yu again, but he stopped himself.

He directly pressed her hands above her head, domineering and helpless, "I don't want to humiliate you."

"Can you please listen to my explanation?" Feng Yu asked in a pleading tone.

Qin Zheng sneered, "Why should I listen to your explanation? Who are you to me? Who am I to you?"

"Whatever you want to do, just do it yourself. Why bother explaining it to me..."

"Because you are the woman I love most!"

Feng Yu interrupted her and carefully explored the emotions in her red eyes.

"Answer me, are you jealous? Do you still love me very much?"