Dressed as the fiance of the protagonist of the revenge essay

The honeymoon trip can be regarded as a semi-satisfactory end.

Frankly speaking, without that video, Jiang Wu felt that he could have had more fun playing.

When he got home, he stepped on the carpet and walked straight to the room without taking off his shoes.

Feng Cheng quickly took off his shoes, and followed the man with his bare feet.

"Brother Wu." The soft toes hit the hard heel, and the young man grabbed the arm in the palm of his hand, staring at him tightly: "What happened?"

Jiang Wu was forced to stop, so he could only turn around and parted the corners of his mouth to pretend to be happy, "It's okay, I'm just a little sleepy and want to sleep."

"Aren't you hungry?" I haven't eaten for a whole day.

"It's okay." Jiang Wu shook his head, the young man's probing gaze made him a little uncomfortable, he turned his face away, and didn't avoid it.

"I'm so sleepy." He raised his hand and yawned.

Only then did Feng Cheng let go of his arm, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Jiang Wu raised his eyes, and took a step back while maintaining his direction.

Feng Cheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her thin lips were tightly closed. She clearly wanted to say something, but she was worried about not opening her mouth.

Take one more step back.

The eyes of the young man were much darker than the naked eye.

Jiang Wu laughed, opened his arms and walked over to give him a firm hug: "Don't think about it all day long, I'm by your side, always."

The atmosphere between the two did not appear to be a little more harmonious until now.

Feng Cheng nodded, and finally let go of her unsettled heart, she bent her beautiful eyebrows and eyes, then turned her nose and kissed the man's face: "Go to sleep."

The tone is brisk, not too sweet.

Jiang Wu finally stroked his hair, and retreated back to the room.

The door closed, Feng Cheng stood where she was, her misty eyes regained her composure.

When he was not smiling, he had a cold and restrained temperament, like a cold fairy on the top of a snow mountain.

"What, you're quitting the entertainment industry?!!" The manager put his face close to the camera, his eyes wide open, full of disbelief.

"Does your dad know?"

"Where's your mother?"

Feng Cheng is the number one star in his hands, with top traffic, and a statuette who can make money.

It can be said that half of the entire Galaxy Entertainment Company is supported by him.

The other stars of different races, although they are all beautiful, have always been tepid. Even if they play with Fengcheng, the audience mostly ignores them as green leaves for foil.

The manager really couldn't imagine what Galaxy Entertainment would be like without Fengcheng.

"Without me, you can make the next one popular." The young man in the video has a dull expression, as if what he made was just a trivial decision.

The agent was completely in trouble: "My dear grandfather, how can it be so easy to make someone famous."

With Feng Chengzhuyu in the front, no matter who Galaxy Entertainment pushes out from now on, it will fall far short of the psychological expectations of the audience.

"This is your business." The young man lowered his eyes and unbuttoned his cufflinks, and added slowly: "I won't go to the press conference, you can handle it with the reporters."

The agent sighed: "Why do you suddenly want to retire?"

"Preparing for pregnancy." Feng Cheng cherished words like gold, and hung up the video after finishing speaking.

The manager blinked his eyes, and after a while he didn't understand what he meant.

Pregnancy?Are he and Second Young Master Jiang planning to have a child?

Then this is understandable.

Too much attention, not friendly to the arrival of little life.May I ask, which star in the entertainment industry would like his child to appear in the media prematurely?

Especially for those alien races, their mana was weak in childhood, and some signs of being different from humans would inevitably be exposed, so they had to be more careful.

The manager still remembers that before Feng Cheng changed his name, he was once bullied by boys in school because of the dragon scales on his face, and even his classmates huddled together to exclude him.

At that time, Feng Xiao was being stared at by the scientific research institute and the news agency, and he was on the cusp of the storm, so he didn't dare to keep him by his side.

I'm afraid that if something happens to me, it will affect the children.

Feng Cheng and her brothers and sisters were raised in the homes of four servants, and they could only reunite with their relatives once a year.

His childhood was basically spent in solitude.

Maybe it was because of this that Feng Orange quit the entertainment industry early.

This is, he does not want his children to experience the miserable childhood without their parents.

Jiang Wu's sleep quality tonight is much lower than usual.

He had a nightmare.

In the dream, I was tied to a chair, and my hands and feet were restricted.

At this time, Feng Cheng appeared at the door with a surprised and distressed expression.

He hurried forward, bent down, put his hands behind the man, and pressed his face against Jiang Wu's neck, even his breathing was cold.

One second, two seconds... half a minute... even a minute passed, and the leather strap on the wrist still showed no signs of loosening.

"Hurry up!" Jiang Wu heard his panicked voice.

The person in front of him slowly moved his head back, staring at him with cold eyes, and a strange smile gradually appeared on his face...

Jiang Wu woke up sweating profusely, the room was still dark, it was the middle of the night, the surrounding was so quiet that only his heavy breathing could be heard.

Subconsciously looking to the side, the pillow was empty, Jiang Wu just remembered that Feng Cheng came to the room to say hello a few hours ago, saying that he was going home to get something.

Jiang Wu wiped his face, lifted the quilt and got out of bed to pour himself a glass of water.

There were sleeping pills in the family medicine box, he poured out two pills, swallowed them with cold water, and then fell asleep again.

But the next morning, my brain was still dizzy and heavy.

Jiang Wu was wrapped in the quilt, his lips were dry and white, and his face was abnormally red.

Opening his eyes in a daze, he felt that the ceiling was pressing down like a layer of white waves, constantly shrinking his breathing space.

Jiang Wu drifted up and down in this uncomfortable state for a long time, and was finally pulled ashore by a cold hand.

"Why did you suddenly get sick?" Feng Cheng half-embraced the man in his arms, holding a water glass in his hand and feeding him antipyretic medicine mixed with his own blood.

Jiang Wu smelled a faint smell of blood, frowned and refused to drink.

"Hey, drink it and you'll feel comfortable." Feng Cheng coaxed him in a low voice, gently tapping his chin with his slender fingertips, as full of rhythm as playing a piano.

Jiang Wu's face, which was still tense at first, gradually cracked because of the itchy movement, and he laughed.

Feng Cheng handed over the water glass again, this time the man took a sip obediently.

"Drink it."

Jiang Wu could only take the water glass, raised his head and drank it all.

"Did you take sleeping pills last night?" Feng Cheng took the medicine bottle with the lid open on the counter, turned half a circle to read the small print on it.

"Well, I can't sleep." Jiang Wu put the empty cup back on the bedside table, and he felt much refreshed.

That cup of bloody medicine is very effective.

It was as if a hundred mints had been stuffed into the body, and the cold air swished out, and every pore was blown open.

Even the sticky sweat on the skin evaporates a little bit, and gradually becomes dry and smooth.

"Have a good rest." Feng Cheng lowered her head and kissed him on the forehead.

Jiang Wu closed his eyes, wondering if it was the effect of the medicine, this time he fell into the deepest sleep ever.

Waking up in the dark again, it was already the second night.

Jiang Wu turned his head and looked at the young man who was sleeping soundly beside him, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.

He is clearly an obedient and gentle person, how could he become...

The face full of hatred flashed across the sea of ​​consciousness.

Jiang Wu took a deep breath, shook his head, and desperately told himself not to think any further.

He turned on the optical computer, and prepared to go online to see what small games he could play to pass the time.

Unexpectedly, the light from the virtual screen illuminated the room brightly, Jiang Wuxin's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned his face to look at Feng Cheng.

The young man was still sleeping soundly, his chest heaving slightly, and the color in the cerebellar ax ore was also slowly swimming with his breathing.

The two tightly closed lips are covered with a thin layer of light, which looks very soft.

Jiang Wusheng was afraid of waking him up, so he reduced the screen to the size of a tablet, and used his body to block the light and shadow in his arms.

After confirming that the wind orange was not affected, he raised his finger and touched the optical brain with confidence.

He is not yet proficient in operating the technological products of this era. At first, he was looking for an app similar to an app store.

Go inside to find games.

In the end, after searching for it, he found out the private life records of the original owner hidden behind many apps.

Face unlock is required, Jiang Wu scanned his face and successfully entered.There is only a ten-second video in the record.

拍摄时间：9020年4月26日，05:25:00

Click on it, and it is Jiang Wu's face that occupies the entire screen.

No, to be precise, it was the original owner.

He stared blankly at the camera, and the tears poured out like a flood without a gate, soaking his entire face.

This silent cry lasted for five seconds, and then he slowly raised his hand, each finger was covered with horribly warped nails and blood pus.

I can feel the sharp pain even through the screen.

Jiang Wu sat stiffly on the head of the bed, as if a file was being sharpened in his heart, a dull pain.

'Aquaman, Aquaman!Neptune! ! ! '

【I am here. 】

Jiang Wu pointed to the man on the optical brain, and asked shortly, "What's the matter?" '

【...That's what you saw. 】

'What do you mean, Fengcheng has been reborn? '

In order to stabilize the cub as much as possible, Neptune quickly changed the time of the video, [Look again, this obviously happened two years later. 】

Jiang Wu glanced at the past, and the shooting time was really: April 9022, 4.

???

He was even more puzzled.Why will the future video be recorded in the current optical brain.

Neptune sighed: [It's not because of the spoiler virus, boy, you have to take him down as soon as possible while there are still two years left. 】

What a fart.

If conditions permit, Jiang Wu would like to take a rocket and escape overnight to an alien planet hundreds of millions of light years away.

Hide as far as you can!

Jiang Wu sat on the bedside all night, and when it was almost dawn, Feng Cheng rubbed the pillow and finally opened his eyes.

The man in sight was as stiff as a sculpture.

Feng Cheng narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Good morning~"

"Morning." Jiang Wu nodded, stretched his legs to the side of the bed, and stepped on the slippers after a few strokes.

After getting up, the bed was lightened, Feng Cheng lay on the side with his head propped up, never leaving his eyes.

It wasn't until Jiang Wu entered the bathroom that his figure was blocked by the frosted glass automatic door, the young man regretfully retracted his gaze, lay flat on the bed, and played with the ore on his chest with his fingers.

Breakfast is quick-frozen wontons boiled in boiling water, sprinkled with chopped green onions, steaming and delicious.

Feng Cheng stirred the soup in the bowl, and seeing Jiang Wu's bowl gradually went down, he quickly pushed his own over.

"?" Jiang Wu raised his eyebrows and looked at the hand that was holding the edge of the bowl.

"I can just drink this." Feng Cheng picked up the Coke cup on the table, bowed his head and took a sip.

"Don't drink this one." Jiang Wu frowned, sat next to him in disapproval, scooped up a wonton with a spoon, skimmed off the soup, and then handed it to the young man's lips.

The sweetheart feeds her personally, and Feng Cheng is naturally willing to show her face.

Open your lips and eat the slippery wonton on the spoon into your mouth.

In fact, he couldn't perceive any food taste other than cola, and the delicious and thick meat filling was in his mouth, no different from a wax block.

But Feng Cheng still chewed for a while before swallowing.He wanted to prolong this rare and warm moment as long as possible.

Jiang Wu fed the second wonton.

Feng Cheng swallowed, his long eyelashes blinked slowly as he chewed, and the light from the silver spoon refracted into those gray eyes, which were as clear as crystal.

Jiang Wu watched and even forgot the spoon he was holding in his hand.

It wasn't until the spoon fell into the porcelain bowl and made a crisp sound that he came back to his senses, squeezed the handle of the spoon again, and stuffed a wonton into his mouth.

stuffed,, wait, into his own mouth?

Jiang Wu held the wonton in his mouth, neither swallowed nor spit it out, embarrassment written all over his face.

Feng Cheng smiled slightly: "There is something I want to show you."

"What." Jiang Wu took the opportunity to swallow the minced meat in his mouth.

"Our marriage certificate."

He magically placed the two red leather certificates on the dining table and spread them out, and it was a group photo of the two of them.

Jiang Wu took the certificate and stared at it for a while, his expression was very serious the whole time.

Feng Cheng couldn't find any joy on his face.

Not to mention the furrowed brows, as if worried about something.

Feng Cheng's heart was almost half cold. After returning from the honeymoon, Jiang Wu's attitude has been lukewarm. Until now, he looked at the marriage certificate with eyes, as if there were two hot potatoes in front of him.Neither is it taken, nor is it pushed.

What filled his eyes was not surprise, but an emotion similar to distress and annoyance.

It's like a ball of twine that can't be untied.

The more you pull and struggle, the bigger the hemp ball will be, and in the end it will only swallow the people standing next to it.

Jiang Wu stacked the two marriage certificates together, and pushed them back with two fingers together, "You just keep it."

Feng Cheng stared at him, her heart blocked severely: "You seem to have something to say?"

Jiang Wu's eyelids twitched when he was asked, as if he didn't expect the young man to be so keen, he stood up from the table reflexively.

The original intention was to walk away, and the pace turned halfway, but I was afraid of missing this rare opportunity.

So he stopped, put his fingertips on the edge of the table, and was silent for a while before he said that sentence with a dry voice.

"I want a divorce," he said.

Feng Cheng didn't seem to hear clearly, raised his eyebrows and asked again: "What did you say?"

"I want to divorce," Jiang Wu didn't dare to look at him: "I've been thinking about it all night."

Feng Cheng nodded, took a sip of Coke from the cup, and asked calmly, "What's the reason?"

"The reason...maybe, probably," Jiang Wu's eyeballs moved to the side, his eyes still fixed on the ground: "I don't love anymore."

The three fluttering words sounded, and the psychological defense line that the young man had propped up was instantly defeated.

The cup in Feng Cheng's hand fell to the ground, rolled round and round, and finally landed on the black toe.

The brown liquid trail connected the motionless two people into a line, and even the air was stained with the bitter-sweet taste of cola.

"Look at me and say those three words."

Jiang Wu raised his head, staring at the young man's red eye circles, his whole heart was throbbing, he opened his mouth several times, but couldn't make a sound.

"I'll go out and play." In the end, he chose to escape.

When he reached the entrance, he quickly turned around again, but the words that came to his mouth were finally suppressed by a tear that slowly flowed from the corner of the other party's eyes.

[Jiang Wu, just be a human being, even the little sweet orange who loves you so much has the heart to hurt? ! 】Even Neptune stood up and scolded him because he couldn't see it.

The author has something to say: Jiang Wu: Stop crying, my heart hurts.

Feng Cheng: Just to make your heart ache.