Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

The color on Song Ci's face was completely subdued, she changed into her gown, and the makeup artist next to her put on a wig for makeup.

Except for the wig, which was barely moved, there was no way to start with her perfection.

Fengzhou looked at the time on the watch that an hour had passed, his eyes were full of impatience.

"Ok?"

Song Ci nodded and went out of the room.

The corners of Fengzhou's lips twitched, watching the beautiful woman come out.

A blue skirt set off her original skin even more glamorous.

The skirt studded with broken diamonds shone brightly under the light, and the blue color gradually changed from light to dark, dragging out a meandering arc with the movement of her steps.

The corners of Fengzhou's lips curled up, and he walked to her side, "I believe in my vision."

He took her hand and bent down to kiss her lips.

Song Ci raised his hand and slapped him on the face, his thin lips rolled, and he uttered a word coldly: "Get lost."

Feng Zhou didn't hide this time, he slapped him on the face and turned his head to the side.

There was a tingling pain on his face.

"very good."

His eyes narrowed, and the tip of his tongue touched his sore cheek.

"You are the first person who dared to slap me in the face."

Song Ci had difficulty breathing.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed his neck.

The coldness in her eyes didn't move at all, and she didn't admit defeat at all. When she stretched out her hand to press his wrist, she could hear the "click" sound from the too hard bone.

No one admits defeat.

Finally, when he heard the knock on the door, Fengzhou threw his hand away and pushed the person to the ground fiercely.

Song Ci also kicked him.

She didn't know what he injected herself with yesterday, and she couldn't exert any strength until now.

She gritted her teeth and forced herself to stand up with her weak legs, her breathing was a little short, her eyes dimmed, she picked up the water on the table and drank it.

Fengzhou rubbed his wrist, stretched out his hand to press back his dislocated hand bone, his face didn't move, as if he didn't feel any pain.

The skin on the wrist was buttoned, and it is still oozing blood.

Seeing Song Ci's equally unsightly expression, he didn't feel any pity.

There is no difference between men and women, and he is the least understanding of pity and sympathy.

"10 minutes, pack up and go downstairs."

After he finished speaking, he walked down with a cold face, and there were still some faint pink marks on his cheeks.

When he walked down, the bodyguards outside didn't dare to look up at him, let alone spy on him. Even when he got in the car, someone opened the door for him.

Song Ci pressed down deliberately, and stood in front of him at 59 minutes and [-] seconds.

"You really challenge my patience."

Fengzhou didn't smile this time.

Song Ci sat next to him without saying a word, as cold as a statue.

The red mark on the neck will not go away for a while.

That color fell on the skin as white as jade, and the collision of red and white made people dizzy and restless.

When getting out of the car, it was the bodyguard who opened the door, and Fengzhou stepped out of the car with long legs.

Song Ci slowly got out of the car.

The skirt on her body was too heavy, and she also slowed down when she walked.

"Mr. Fengzhou, it's a great honor for you to come to the banquet of the Brutus family." The man in suit and leather shoes wanted to shake hands with Fengzhou.

He didn't know that this guy never showed face and never showed mercy.

He didn't shake his hand back, which made people unable to get off the stage.

He turned around and looked at Song Ci approaching slowly, and said, "Why are you so slow."

"That's right, that's because I'm never in a hurry." Song Ci sneered.

Stepping on his feet on purpose when walking past him.

Fengzhou's eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a white figure, and it was rare that he didn't lose his temper.

No matter how many emperors and nobles there are people like him, he will still not give you any face or steps.

He is a self-serving man.

Song Ci glanced at him.

Take back your sight.

Instead, the man changed his previous attitude, took her by the hand and led him to the second floor.

"Miss, you are my girlfriend now, understand?" Fengzhou's voice was low and cool.

"I can keep someone safe if you keep quiet."

Song Ci's fingertips turned pale, and his face was expressionless.

"What do you want me to do?"

"It's nothing, you just have to sit beside me honestly."

Fengzhou sat on the sofa next to him, and the sight line here was excellent, so he could see all kinds of people below clearly.

The aristocratic congratulations are all hypocritical and polite, and they are related to each other.

Song Ci sat next to him, Feng Zhou wanted to drink, he held the goblet with his fingers and lightly touched the body of the bottle, making a crisp glass sound.

He was signaling Song Ci to pour him wine.

Song Ci's eyes were very cold. Seeing that she was not moving, he opened his mouth and silently threatened her.

The corners of Song Ci's lips twitched, and he opened the wine bottle to pour him wine, intentionally filled it to the brim, and the wine overflowed along the outer edge, staining his fingers all over.

"Sorry, Mr. Feng, I can't pour wine."

There was no apology at all, she did it on purpose.

"Interesting?" he asked back.

Song Ci didn't speak, and sat beside him and poured himself a glass of cold water slowly.

"What you said is more interesting. Isn't that what you mean?" She laughed lowly, her voice was extremely cool.

"very good."

He mocked lightly, "Play word games with me."

Feng Zhou put his arms around her waist and hooked her over, and a man in a white tuxedo slowly walked in from below.

The appearance is handsome and exquisite.

He bends down and moves his hands and feet revealing grace and tenderness.

This kind of person is truly personable.

Feng Zhou hugged Song Ci into his arms, and the one below raised his head and looked upstairs as if feeling something.

Song Ci saw him staring at him, the man nodded slightly, and she avoided seeing him.

She turned her head and was fed something in her mouth.