Call Me Playboy, My Drunk Lady

Fu Jingchen choked, obviously choked by Zhao Kexin's words.

He can't do it.

Even if Zhao Kexin was sent to bed, he had to try his best. Huangfu Jue would never cooperate.

But can let Huangfu Jue marry Zhao Kexin, he does not have such ability.

But of course, Fu Jingchen would not say that. He said to Zhao Kexin, "Zhao Kexin, I really don't have the ability to let him marry you, but if you are alone, I'm afraid you can't even climb up the bed? As for the ability to help me now, if I don't have the chance to help you, I can't even cherish it

Fu Jingchen is right. Relying on her own, she does not have such a chance to sit in that position.

She always wants to bet on a person. Even if Qian Feng likes her, she may not be able to give her the life she wants. However, Huangfu Jue is different. Although he does not like her, he is already the president.

Bet on her, as long as he is willing to marry her.

Even though the president of country a was deeply in love with Su Jiu, Su Jiu was already pregnant, and there was no possibility to be his antidote. However, she was different. Since she knew this, she knew that her relationship with Huangfu Jue was mutually beneficial, and naturally she would not conceive of his child.

Then, she can be his eternal antidote.

After some consideration, Zhao Kexin has made a decision.

Just do not know why, the heart, suddenly pain.

She tried not to think about the cause of the heartache and tried to ignore the feeling. She said to Fu Jingchen, "how can you help me?"

Fu Jingchen knew that Zhao Kexin was willing.

The plan is half done.

"You go with me to meet someone. She is the one who can really help you." Fu Jingchen Road, then dial Huangfu Mei's phone, told her the situation here, agreed to meet the place.

Zhao Kexin and Fu Jingchen drive to the restaurant. Huangfumei is already sitting in front of the window, drinking coffee.

Her expression is somewhat dignified, she and Fu Jingchen plan this matter together, she does not know to do right.

But that's what she can do now.

Back to God, Zhao Kexin has already stood in front of her.

The light yellow suit makes Zhao Kexin's complexion bright. Huangfu Mei looks at Zhao Kexin carefully, which is not bad.

In addition to strong desire, there should be no other bad heart.

"You are the Royal Duchess, the president's sister." Zhao Kexin said positively.

Huang Fu Mei's eyes flashed a little surprised and asked, "how do you know?"

"I have seen news interviews. Five years ago, the president of country a received foreign envoys in the year of Mid Autumn Festival, and you, sitting on the side of the president." Zhao Kexin said.

That kind of interview lens, also just in a flash, did not expect, Zhao Kexin observation is so keen.

Perhaps, such a person is really more suitable to be the president's wife.

Huangfu Mei's mouth raised a trace of smile and said, "sit down."

Zhao Kexin was sitting in the side of the round table. Fu Jingchen moved a chair and sat on the periphery. He folded his long legs and said, "Miss Zhao, everything we say next is our plan. After listening, you can put forward opinions or refuse, but please don't tell others."

Zhao Kexin nodded, "I understand."

Huangfu Mei said, "Miss Zhao, I will take you to the palace these days, and then I will let you go directly into Huangfu's room. You know what to do."

This is to let them directly raw rice cooked cooked rice.

Zhao Kexin said, "but Huangfu Jue won't want to."

"Miss Zhao, don't worry about it. We'll arrange it for you." Fu Jingchen said.

Huangpujue is recovering these days. Without the antidote, he will be weaker than usual. At that time, with only a little action, huangpujue will treat Zhao Kexin as Su Jiu, and things will naturally happen.

"OK." Zhao Ke heart way, in the heart but delimits a touch of dull feeling.

She is not talking about her own feelings, but like doing a business, exchanging her value for what she wants.

It sounds cold and mechanical, and a little humiliating.

Huang Fu Jue didn't like her, and she didn't like him either, but she had to do everything possible to put down her self-esteem and get this man.

Life is really boring.

Zhao Kexin thinks that she should be very happy, because every step is in accordance with her imagination to develop, but she found that the fact is not the case.

Why?

Zhao Kexin's mind suddenly crossed a tall and straight figure.

"Miss Zhao, don't always say thank you. I'll give you a chance to thank me."

"We are still young and have a chance to get what we want, so don't be unhappy and smile, OK?"

"Don't drink too much in the future. It will give others a chance to take advantage of it."Wen Chun's male voice said these words to her, and now I want to come, my heart still feels warm.

It seems that he can't hear enough of his words.

If, be able to listen to him all his life, that is also good.

Zhao Kexin sighs and returns to his mind. He doesn't understand how he has such an idea.

She and Zhai Yao only had a drink together, and they didn't get along for a day. Moreover, they had just said goodbye. How could they suddenly miss him?

Maybe it's too lonely.

For so many years, she has been working hard, lower than her, she does not look up to, higher than her not sincere.

She has been walking alone all the time.

"Nothing. I'll go first." Zhao Kexin stood up and said.

"I'll take you back?" Fu Jingchen asked.

Zhao Kexin shook his head. "No, I want to take a walk."

Fu Jingchen shrugged and sat down again. "That's OK."

He was originally out of humanitarianism. Since Zhao Kexin didn't need it, he didn't have to do it.

They are partners in a sense, not to mention, Fu Jingchen, not so sentimental.

Zhao Kexin walked alone on the road. Now it is very cold. The cold wind blows at night, as if his face was cut by a knife. Zhao Kexin closes his clothes, but his head is raised high. He lets himself be blown by the wind, as if he can't feel the cold or the pain.

"Miss, do you want a taxi?" The taxi driver just passed by and put down the window.

Zhao Kexin shook his head. "I want to walk."

She wanted to feel the cold.

In the future, if I am with Huangfu Jue, I'm afraid that I will often have this cold feeling!

Zhao Kexin's mouth showed a wry smile, but strode forward.

And here, Fu Jingchen also received a phone call from the Nighthawk. He picked it up carelessly, but heard the anxious voice of the Nighthawk, "doctor Fu, Miss Su is gone!"

After sleeping for a day and a night, Su Jiu felt better.

When she woke up, it was noon the next day, only to find that Chuhe was still beside her.

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