Luxury Marriage: Mr.Fu's Cold Wife

He felt very tired. He had never been tired before. During the day, things were like a knife, straight into his heart. He supported the seat under his body, stood up, picked up the coat on the side, went straight out, drove and walked to the door of a bar.

He doesn't know how long he hasn't been drunk. In the past seven years, he has kept awake all the time for fear that he might miss her news. But now, he can't stand it. It seems that only by intoxicating himself can he paralyze all his nerves and make his heart feel better.

He sat alone at the bar, poured the liquor in front of him into his throat one by one, and forced himself to swallow it. In fact, everyone knows that the porridge in the morning is better than the wine in the late night, but who would like to drink alone in the late night if he didn't hide his difficulties in his heart?

In the bar, women with heavy makeup and exposed clothes are wandering around with wine glasses. In the middle of the dance floor, their bodies are full of passion with strong music. Everyone here seems to be very happy. Only he is out of tune with everything here, as if he has never integrated into here.

Unconsciously, several women with heavy makeup who were looking for prey slowly spread around him. Even if he sat there without saying a word, his unparalleled noble temperament could highlight his uniqueness. Sometimes he could feel his extraordinary without looking at his clothes and accessories. In the eyes of those women, He is indeed a worthy partner.

"Handsome boy, it's boring to drink here alone. Why don't you go and play with us."

"Yes, this muggy wine is the most harmful to your health. Look how happy they are. Let's go together and promise to help you relieve your depression."

The two women teased him. The deep V skirts on his chest showed a deep career line, and the smiles on his face were flirtatious and vulgar. He hated this kind of woman most at ordinary times, but now it's different. Today, he's so depressed that he has lost his reason. Instead of spending his worries here alone, he might as well go up and enjoy himself with the people.

"All right." He put down the wine cup in his hand, hooked the corners of his mouth, and his face was full of evil charm. His narrow and deep eyes were full of mystery, which made people completely confused, but also fascinated by the fall.

He swayed in the middle of the dance floor with those women. He didn't know what he was thinking. He just swayed with the rhythm of the music. It seemed that only in this way could he reduce the pain in his heart a little.

Gradually, it was late at night. He didn't know how long he had stayed inside. He only knew that he was exhausted. His whole body was filled with a pungent smell of alcohol. It seemed that every step was like stepping in midair. It was not true at all.

He staggered out of the wine glass. As soon as half of his body stretched out, a cool wind blew in the face. He couldn't help shivering. At the same time, the heat in his stomach kept turning and stirring. He immediately felt that he was disgusted, as if all the food and wine he had eaten and drunk all day had come up now.

He hurriedly ran out, stood at the corner of the wall, held the wall, bent down, vomited for a while, and vomited all the wine in his stomach.

However, even if he vomited cleanly, the alcohol still spread to his whole nerve. Now his mind is full of Mu Yansheng's face. When people are most vulnerable, they are often most likely to associate with their favorite people. Now is undoubtedly the time when his emotions are most vulnerable. Therefore, Mu Yansheng's three words filled his whole brain and left him nowhere to escape.

Mu Yansheng went out this morning and delayed some work at will. In addition, there were many things in the company these days. She had to stay in the company for several hours. Then she remembered that burning was still at school and no one answered. The teacher called her several times, but she didn't receive it, so she called the teacher back after class, Hurried to the school and received the message.

She hurried home with flaming. She couldn't help yawning when walking on the road. Today, she was too tired. She had been doing project analysis all afternoon and didn't stop for a moment, so she felt that her waist was sour now. When walking on the road, she felt that her legs were very heavy. She wanted to find a place to sleep here.

Flaming obediently followed her and knew that he was very tired now, so he tried his best to follow her steps without making a sound.

Finally, she arrived at the door. She had just walked to the stairs and was about to turn on the light to go upstairs. Suddenly, a strong smell of alcohol poured into her nose, followed by an extremely overbearing force around her waist, imprisoning her whole person and making her unable to move.

At first she was still struggling, but gradually she found that the feeling she felt was so familiar. She subconsciously told herself that the man who imprisoned her body was either others or Fu qizun.

Fu even Zun tore her lips wantonly and fiercely, biting her prey like a beast. He knew that a strong smell of blood filled between his lips and teeth, mixed with alcohol flooding in her mouth, which made her very uncomfortable.

His hands walked roughly on her waist, completely ignoring her feelings, as if it was just to vent his desire.

After a while, he felt a little tired and gradually recovered. The strength in his hands gradually decreased. He slowly left her lips and took a half step back. He didn't know when fine beads of sweat came out on his forehead. The skirt on his back was already wet. Her lips were still red on his mouth, and three buttons had been loosened on the top of his shirt, Loosely on his body, his long, narrow and deep eyes showed a gentle and complex expression, his face was as dark as ink, his sword eyebrows were tight, there were vertical and horizontal gullies between the tips of his eyebrows, his hands clenched his fists tightly, and his fingertips were white.