Lucky One becomes Unlucky

Feng Heng's slender fingers beat the steering wheel and sat quietly in the car until the security guard closed the door.

Before he remembered, Mo Yanjing said he would take Qian Zhaozhao to eat.

……

Qian Zhaozhao thought that Feng Heng would go home. However, after she came home for a long time, he didn't come back and the dishes on the table were cold.

"Madam, I think you'd better eat first. It's tiring to work all day." Said the servant

"Forget it, I don't have an appetite. Clean up."

The two children had dinner early, and now they have gone to bed. Qian Zhaozhao is guarding such a table. He just feels very uncomfortable.

After looking at it, the servant collected the food on the table and then went back to rest.

Qian Zhaozhao was the only one left in the empty room. Looking around, she took a deep breath, took a bath, changed her pajamas and lay on the bed.

After Feng Heng came back, it was already eleven o'clock. As soon as Qian Zhaozhao fell asleep, he heard the sound of his opening the door and couldn't help opening his eyes.

The light in the room was turned on, and she couldn't help reaching out to block the glare.

"You're back." She said again.

"You don't want me back?" Feng Heng's words are pitiful.

Qian Zhaozhao recognized the indifference in his tone, and he was wronged: "I don't know why you are angry. Mo Yanjing and I just talked for a while."

"Just talking?" Feng Heng path came towards her, the smell of cigarettes on her body.

Qian Zhaozhao was stunned for a moment. It was the first time that she smelled cigarette on him.

"Did you smoke?" As a non smoker, Qian Zhaozhao is very sensitive to the smell of cigarettes.

Feng Heng's deep eyes are like a deep swamp, with a touch of unknown danger: "what do I ask you?"

He tried to restrain his anger, but his tone was impatient.

Qian Zhaozhao was startled by what he looked like at the moment. She pursed her lips: "yes, she only spoke for a while."

Now she finds that Feng Heng's desire for control is almost at the critical point. Previously, she thought it was only because of Feng Xu, but now she knows that it's not like this.

Feng Heng's slender white hand fell on Qian Zhaozhao's face. His eyes focused on her face. Her face was a little defeated, her eyes were red, and some part of his heart became soft.

He restrained his anger and held her in his arms: "quit your job, I'll give you whatever you want."

Qian Zhaozhao felt that his whole blood was coagulated and his eyes were covered with water mist.

His voice was so gentle, but now in her ears, it changed, like a devil, with orders, no one can refuse.

Her heart trembled and she remembered that he had forced her to leave school.

"I don't want it." Tears fell down.

Feng Heng's hand tightened, and he wanted to integrate her into the bone marrow. He found that if he could, he just wanted her to stay at Feng's home and by his side, not to appear in public, not to see anyone.

He suddenly felt that his idea was terrible, but in fact it did. After all, she was the only woman he loved.

"Be obedient." It's not a consultation, it's an order.

Qian Zhaozhao is stuffy in Feng Heng's chest. At the moment, she is like a helpless rabbit. Sniffing the smell of him, she feels more and more unable to recognize him.

She bit her teeth and pushed him away: "you bastard."

"Do you know how much effort I have made for this career? Why are you going to bury it in a word? Do you think I forgot that you asked me to leave school? " Her hoarse questioning echoed through the room.

She was so helpless that she wanted to maintain her self-esteem as well as her career.

Feng Heng's face is very heavy. Mo Tong stares at her slightly. He can't see what he wants.

Qian Zhaozhao pulled open the quilt, then came down from the bed and walked barefoot by Feng Heng.

The next second, the world whirled, her whole person was directly imprisoned in his arms.

"Let go of me." Her chest was rolling.

Feng Heng didn't listen to her. He blocked her lips directly. His hands floated on her body, and the hot breath came.

Qian Zhaozhao resisted at the beginning. After a long time, he lost his strength and let him toss.

It wasn't until early in the morning that everything was over. Qian Zhaozhao was lying in bed, sleepy, but still afraid that Feng Heng would take her job.

She knew that it could not be more simple by means of sealing and honing.

"Feng Heng, I really have nothing to do with Mo Yanjing. If you don't like it, I won't talk to him later, OK?"

Feng Heng looked at her and drew her closer: "sleep."

Fortunately, it was the weekend that Qian Zhaozhao had a lie in.

By the time she got up, it was noon.

Feng Heng was reading on the sofa, as if last night's sports were nothing to him.

Qian Zhaozhao went downstairs, hesitated for a while, and didn't mention Feng Xu.

"The kitchen made porridge." Feng Heng didn't lift his eyelids.

"Well." Qian Zhaozhao went to the kitchen, weighed some porridge, drank a few mouthfuls, and still had no appetite.

Feng Heng glanced at the direction of the kitchen and was about to get up when he saw Qian Zhaozhao's mobile phone on the coffee table.

He took it in one hand and saw the message from Mo Yanjing: "big pig, haven't you got up yet?"

This is the third text message in the morning.

He reached out and easily unlocked Qian Zhaozhao's mobile phone, and then pulled Mo Yanjing into the blacklist.

Then he picked up the phone and called Ji Dong: "didn't you say there was an app last time? I'll try it out. "

"Boss, are you going to snore you?"

"It's better to be able to change the phone number." Feng Heng Road.

"No problem." Ji Dongdao, "mobile phone number."

Feng Heng glanced at Mo Yanjing's phone, reported the number to Ji Dong, and then said, "use Qian Zhaozhao's number to call in the past."

On the other hand, Mo Yanjing is flattered to see Qian Zhaozhao calling him.

After that, I heard two beeps from the opposite side and hung up again.

He was a little strange. He was just about to call Qian Zhaozhao when Qian Zhaozhao called again.

Take it, same, just hang up twice

Mo Yanjing then understood: "big pig, you are too boring."

Future calls are blacklisted, but it doesn't work.

Mo Yanjing's face from the beginning of the happy, to the back, gradually sink down

Feng family, Qian Zhaozhao reluctantly drink a small bowl of porridge, out of the kitchen, found that Feng Heng is still sitting on the sofa, her mobile phone on the coffee table.

She remembers putting her cell phone in her room last night, so he took it out.

She was a little bitter in her heart, and she sat on the sofa.

"Mo Yanjing sent you a message, I will pull him black, you don't mind?" Feng Heng looked up and asked her.

Qian Zhaozhao clenched his hand. Does he look like asking her for advice?

"It doesn't matter. I've said it. I won't have any communication with him in the future." Qian answered in a low voice.

She knows that Feng Heng cares about himself, so she can try to accept his hegemony.