Cute Baby: Her Scum Husband

"Believe it or not!" Hearing what Fu Qianchen said, Qiao Yumeng was flustered and sneered again. He said, "if you come here to find me, don't you worry about Qiao Yurou? After all, she's your fiancee. "

When it comes to Qiao Yurou, Fu Qianchen seems to wake up a lot. He releases Qiao Yumeng, stares at her for a while, takes out a cigarette and lights it. The smell of nicotine and alcohol also wrap Qiao Yumeng up.

"I'm going to sleep. You can go back." Qiao Yumeng finished and turned to leave.

"You are not allowed to leave!" Fu Qianchen's tone is as overbearing as ever. Soon, he hugs Qiao Yumeng from behind him, and the hot temperature on his body comes across the thin cloth, as if to burn people.

"Are you crazy?" Qiao Yumeng's heart beat suddenly accelerated, especially Fu Qianchen's breath with the smell of wine sprayed on her back neck without any cover, and her soul trembled.

"Qiao Yumeng... Do you hate me so much?" Probably drunk, he would allow himself to show a little sincerity in front of Qiao language's mask.

"Yes." Qiao Yumeng's answer was firm and direct.

She can't regard the things he did to her as nonexistent, and she has promised to be Lu Chen's girlfriend. The kiss just now has already made Lu Chen sorry.

"Is that so?" Fu Qianchen looked at Qiao Yumeng with a blank expression. For a long time, his expression had not changed. No one knew what he was thinking. After a while, he suddenly laughed and said, "it's good to hate me."

His words, let Qiao Yumeng do not know what to say, he does not know his appearance, for Qiao Yumeng means. Her heart, which finally calmed down, was in a mess again because of his words.

"Fu Qianchen, you should go." Qiao Yumeng stood straight, even though her back was in Fu Qianchen's arms, her eyes were still wide open, forcing her not to sink.

"I won't go." Fu Qianchen finished, and even lowered his head and bit Qiao Yumeng's neck.

His strength is not big, but with not bite off a piece of flesh and blood do not give up the fierce force.

"Fu Qianchen!" Qiao Yumeng struggled hard, and finally she raised her foot and stepped on Fu Qianchen's instep.

She stepped on slippers, that is, she used all her strength, but Fu Qianchen was still unmoved. He rubbed Qiao Yumeng's neck bit by bit until he tasted the smell of blood.

"Are you sick?" Qiao Yumeng panted and struggled a few more times.

"Yes, I am." Fu Qianchen's tone is low, with an imperceptible depression, but the next second, he becomes the high spirited Fu Qianchen, forcefully holding Qiao Yumeng's shoulder, forcing her to turn to face him, asking her: "Qiao Yumeng, have you slept with Lu Chen?"

I don't know why, after hearing Fu Qianchen's words, Qiao Yumeng felt that his whole body was cool.

"What's your business?" Qiao Yumeng's answer, for Fu Qianchen, is to admit, his expression becomes ferocious, let Qiao Yumeng trance think he will eat her.

"I admit that I did wrong in the past! But... But... "Fu Qianchen said for a long time, but he couldn't say anything. Soon, he vomited.

The dull and narrow staircase was filled with the sour smell of wine and vomit, but Fu Qianchen refused to let go of Qiao Yumeng, and his hand still held her tightly like an iron ring.

Seeing that he vomited very hard, Qiao Yumeng almost couldn't help raising his hand to pat him on the back several times. Finally, he held back and watched him vomit cold sweat coldly.

After vomiting, Fu Qianchen didn't wake up. He raised his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth. He half narrowed his eyes and stared at Qiao Yumeng. After a while, he asked: "have you been sleeping with Lu Chen?"

"It's none of your business." Qiao Yumeng answers and tries to break free from Fu Qianchen's grip on her wrist. The more she struggles, the stronger Fu Qianchen's strength is. Qiao Yumeng feels that his wrist is dislocated when his wrist hurts. Fu Qianchen suddenly lets her go.

As soon as Fu Qianchen let go, Qiao Yumeng immediately left. Soon, she was pressed on the wall by Fu Qianchen.

"Well." His back hit the wall, Qiao Yumeng snorted. Before he could react, Fu Qianchen's hand went into her clothes.

"Fu Qianchen!" Because frightened, Qiao Yumeng's voice is with broken sound.

Fu Qianchen's hand stopped for a moment, looked up at Qiao Yumeng, and said hatefully, "I'm going to prove to you today that I'm no worse than Lu Chen!"

"Son of a bitch!" Qiao Yumeng screamed, raised his hand and slapped Fu Qianchen in the face.

With all her strength, the sound of slapping reverberated in the corridor and disappeared.Qiao Yumeng's slap didn't make fu Qianchen wake up much. Instead, it seemed to dial his scales. He instantly turned into a furious lion, stretched out his hand to pull Qiao Yumeng's clothes, and growled: "you want to keep Lu Chen clean, I won't let you!"

Qiao Yumeng has never seen Fu Qianchen like this.

Even five years ago, when he knew that she had married him instead of Qiao Yurou, he just turned away and let her spend their wedding night alone.

Later, Fu Qianchen was drunk and possessed her for the first time. Although she was not gentle, she was not so rude.

Seeing that she was Fu Qianchen's opponent, Qiao Yumeng was shocked by despair wave after wave. She refused to cry in front of Fu Qianchen again. Her tears finally rolled down uncontrollably. She shook her head while crying and said: "Fu Qianchen, don't let me hate you..."

Qiao Yumeng's tears made Fu Qianchen pause. He stared at Qiao Yumeng's tears, The bottom of his eyes crossed the heartache, but soon, he raised his hand to cover Qiao Yumeng's eyes and said: "don't look at me like this... Don't..."

His voice is low, like a lover's low voice, but his hand never stops.

Aware of the downward trend of Fu Qianchen's hand, Qiao Yumeng almost reflexively lowers his head and bites Fu Qianchen's arm.

Her bite, with despair and hatred, was so strong that she almost tasted the smell of blood in her mouth.

The sharp pain on the arm makes Fu Qianchen wake up. He looks down at the embarrassed Qiao Yumeng and finally releases Qiao Yumeng.

Aware of her escape from Fu Qianchen's shackles, Qiao Yumeng turns around and runs upstairs until she closes the door.

On the corridor, Fu Qianchen stares at the closed door, and his face is dull for a long time.

Although he was drunk just now, what he did to Qiao Yumeng and what he said were engraved in his mind. He could not forget it.