Dressed as the fiance of the protagonist of the revenge essay

After the man left, only the two of them were left in the living room.

Han Yinjue moved his butt like sitting on pins and needles, "Well, how about I..." Go back?

"No hurry." Feng Cheng swallowed the wine in his mouth slowly, lowered his eyes, and gently fiddled with the water stains on the rim of the glass with his slender fingertips, "Tell me, why did he lie?"

Any fool could see that Jiang Wuzai was using Han Yinjue as a shield.

What's more, Feng Cheng is not stupid.

He brought Han Yinjue here just to see Jiang Wu's reaction, and the fact proved that Han Yinjue was not the reason why the man wanted a divorce.

"I can tell that he likes you very much." Han Yinjue is a shrewd person, and observing words and deeds is a shrewd person's specialty.

Feng Cheng raised her eyelashes: "Like so much that you want to divorce me?"

"Uh, it's impossible for a third party to exist anyway. I think the reason lies with you."

As the saying goes, the authorities are confused by the bystanders.

Han Yinjue could see Jiang Wu's eyes clearly before returning to the room.

It's too complicated to sum it up in five words.

The first thing in his eyes was restraint and heartache, and then there was constant hesitation. He actually struggled for a moment. For a few seconds, Jiang Wu's fingers were lifted up, as if he was going to hug him.

But in the end he let it go, with an incomprehensible determination surging in his eyes.

"I think you should be more pitiful when he is hesitating." Han Yinjue decided to demonstrate to the young man on the spot, "For example, I am you just now, and you are him just now."

He covered his chest with his hands, pursed his mouth and tried to look like he was about to cry: "Jiang Wu, I can't live without you~" He pinched his throat, and the ending sound was trembling.

Swah——

The cold wine fell from the sky, and directly slapped his disgusting voice back.

"Hands are a bit slippery." Feng Cheng calmly put the empty glass back on the table, with a dignified smile on his lips.

Han Yinjue wiped the wine off his face, shook his head and sighed, "You are so boring." Without teasing.

"The door is over there." Feng Cheng poured himself another cup, held it in his hand, and sipped lightly.

The meaning of expelling guests is obvious.

Han Yinjue succeeded in his treachery, and stood up happily from the sofa with his hands together, "Okay, you and Jiang Er take your time, don't rush, don't be impulsive, the relationship has to be done slowly, and it will always come to fruition - as for me, this is Finished and retired?"

"En." Feng Cheng didn't even bother to give him a look this time.

After Han Yinjue left, Feng Cheng tasted the wine alone in the living room. He didn't drink fast, and he had to keep a small sip in his mouth to warm it up before swallowing it.

After finally drinking half a glass, the clock on the wall has already gone half a circle.

Feng Cheng almost stood up from the sofa, pushed open the door of the bedroom, and a strange fragrance lingered up.

The whole face of the man lying on the bed was red with heat, his eyes were closed, his chest covered by a thin shirt heaved violently, and his breathing was heavy and suppressed.

Feng Cheng walked forward calmly, sat on the edge of the bed, and rubbed the man's lower abdomen with his slender and cold hands through the clothes.

Jiang Wu breathed out lightly in comfort, but before he could enjoy it for a while, the antipyretic fingers suddenly left from his stomach.

"Hot." A sleepy voice overflowed his thin lips, and he felt as if he was in a sea of ​​flames, his whole head was dizzy, and he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.

It was as if someone had stuffed a fireball into his stomach, and the skin on his stomach was extra thin because of this, and Jiang Wu was almost burnt through.

Out of protective instinct, he turned his body sideways, covered his stomach with his hands and drew up his knees, like a giant shrimp thrown into a frying pan.

"Brother Wu." Feng Cheng stretched out his hand and pressed the man's shoulder back, forcing Jiang Wu to lie on his back and face him.

The person on the bed snorted softly: "It's so hot."

"I know." Feng Cheng pinched his chin, lowered his head and kissed him.

A brief overlap, and then separate.

ripe.

He acted like a test chef, licked his lips, and reached Jiang Wu's neckline with his slender fingers.

When the first button was unbuttoned, the man called out his name: "Feng Cheng."

"kindness?"

The second one.

"Reluctant."

"kindness."

The third one.

"Distressed..." followed by: "Tiantian."

Feng Cheng's eyelashes trembled, his hand paused for a while, then he came to his belt buckle again, and continued to untie it.

As the gift was gradually unwrapped, the warm and greasy aroma became stronger, almost filling the entire room.

…………

"Let's not leave, okay?"

In the final stage, Feng Cheng hugged the man even tighter, as if trying to crush him into pieces in his arms.

Jiang Wuban raised his sore eyes, climbed onto the arm of the young man at his side, and grabbed it very hard.

"Leave."

His consciousness is still in chaos, but he stubbornly insists on the choice deep in his soul.

A strange color flashed across Feng Cheng's eyes very quickly.

After a moment's pause, the bed board made more violent noises, and the man's hoarse begging for mercy was mixed in, and was quickly shaken away.

"Don't do it."

"not enough."

Far from enough.

Jiang Wuyi woke up, except that his arms and legs were a little sore, there was no other abnormality.

This is due to Feng Cheng's aftermath work, which is thinner than a hair--the quilt was replaced with a new one, the ointment was chosen to be the fastest-acting, and even the traces on his body, he patiently rubbed it off with medicinal wine.

When Jiang Wu rolled over and got off the bed, his legs were still a little weak, and he knelt down as soon as he touched the ground.

With a bang, the kneecap pressed into the blanket, and hit the ground with a firm palm.

He turned his head hastily, the raised humanoid mountain on the bed was still breathing in a gentle rhythm.

Fortunately, did not wake up.

Jiang Wu propped up the bed with complicated eyes and stood up from the ground.

His vision touched the bed, the young man's arms pressing down on the quilt, two circles of deep purple palm prints almost hurt his eyes.

The memory of last night only stayed at the moment of returning to the room, after that it was blank.

He didn't know the extent of his evil deeds.

Jiang Wuzi thinks that the bedding is very good, so he shouldn't have to make such a fuss.

But the wet tears on Feng Cheng's eyelashes and the scars all over his body are real.

Even the palm print, he gently grasped it and compared it, it fit his size perfectly.

what is this.Shouting about getting a divorce, but turning around and drinking a glass of whiskey, put him to sleep?

How could he say the word divorce again?

Jiang Wu's stomach seems to be a little bad today, and he spends more time on the toilet than usual.

After the spree of poisoning was over, he lifted his trousers, puzzled.

I didn't mess around with the dirty things outside, why did I have diarrhea.

After going to the toilet, he took a shower and stood in front of the mirror wearing a towel, looking at his decadent self on the other side, Jiang Wu sighed.

In fact, thinking about his previous life, his salary of seven to eight thousand a month was quite good, enough for his own food and clothing and to enjoy life.Why listen to the Neptune fooling you and come to this world to suffer.

He has always acted upright and sat upright, and he treats his feelings from beginning to end, but now he wants to become the most shameless type of person he used to be.

The scumbag is still the most EX type of scumbag.

Knowing how bad your behavior is, you have to do it.

Jiang Wu admits that he is timid, afraid of pain and death.

In the previous life, even the blood blisters in the mouth had to take a half-day off to rest, not to mention the pain of pulling out the teeth and nails.

I can't stand it, I really can't stand it.

He scooped up cold water and patted his face, trying to clear his head.

There is still a tough battle to be fought in a while.

This time, no matter what, we must cut the mess quickly.You can no longer be procrastinating and harming others and yourself.

Jiang Wu seemed to stay in the bathroom for a long time.

Feng Cheng, who had been pretending to be asleep, couldn't lie down a little bit. He wiped off the drops of water that had been temporarily applied on his eyelashes, and changed into long clothes and trousers.

Worryingly walked to the door and knocked: "Brother Wu?"

Jiang Wu turned his head and saw the blurred figure printed on the glass door, and his heart became more flustered.

In fact, he was not yet mentally prepared to face the young man, so he hurriedly turned around and strode towards the door.

I didn't pay attention to the wet tiles under my feet, the soles of my shoes were crushed heavily, and it slipped unexpectedly.

Just when Jiang Wu was about to fall to his back, the glass door was kicked open by the people outside, and a figure flashed in, successfully grabbed his waist at an unimaginable speed.

Jiang Wu's embarrassing back pressed against his chest, panting in shock.

The young man's cold hands gently covered his abdomen, and he could feel the trembling of his fingertips through his clothes.

Jiang Wu quickly straightened his body, turned his head, and met Feng Cheng's pale lips.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, it's okay." The soft lips came up and kissed Jiang Wu's forehead, cheek and corner of mouth along the way.

Rather than comforting the man, it is better to comfort himself.

Because Jiang Wuzao had recovered his composure from the previous adventure.

He wanted to turn around and get out of the young man's embrace, but he was grabbed tightly by the other party.

That hand has been caressing his belly, never moving away.

Jiang looked down at his flat stomach in no comprehension: "What are you touching?"

Feng Cheng blinked: "Brother Wu seems to have gained weight."

"Is there?" Jiang Wucheng was taken away, stretched out his hand to touch his lumpy abdominal muscles, and said in relief: "I'm not fat."

Feng Chenghong smiled and said, "That's why I felt wrong."

This little episode is over.

The door of the bathroom is of good quality, and it was only a small crack at the corner after being kicked like this.

Jiang pressed on the crack without hesitation, bang——@%#&

A large piece of glass suddenly came out of the frame and hit the smooth and hard tiled floor, breaking into large and small pieces.

Jiang Wu: ...

He retracted his hand in embarrassment, and was about to squat down to pick up the pieces and throw them into the trash can.

Feng Cheng reached out to catch him again: "Don't squat."

Without knowing it, Jiang turned his head back: "What's wrong?"

"I come."

Feng Cheng didn't explain the reason, and directly took him to the sofa in the living room and forced him to sit down. He poured another cup of hot water and put it on the table.

After the man was settled, Feng Cheng went into the bathroom and began to tidy up.

Jiang Wu looked at the back of the young man who was busy, and felt very uncomfortable.

Last night, he had been tossing around like crazy with the help of wine, and he got up early this morning to clean up the mess for himself.

Virtuousness is true virtuousness, and it also sets off Jiang Wuxian more and more.

The more Jiang Wu thought about it, the more distressed he was, he got up dishonestly from his seat, and followed him to the bathroom: "Let me do it, you go to rest."

Feng Cheng raised her eyes and saw him coming, her lips pursed, and there was faint anger in her gray eyes: "Why are you disobedient?"

Jiang Wu was stunned for a moment, this was the first time the young man spoke to him in such a tone.

The author has something to say: Thank you Xici for mine~(*￣︶￣)y

Thanks for the slow nutrient solution~~

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