Strong attack marriage: flash marriage husband 100 points

Finally, the two settled the bill. After leaving the bar, Leshan has recovered her peace, just like the person who suddenly cried in the bar just now is not herself.

She regained her usual bright and colorful Leshan, who could not be crushed by anything.

The corner of her mouth smiled lightly and looked at Jiang Shiwei's worried eyes. Leshan pretended to pat her on the shoulder: "don't worry, I'll have a drink with you another day."

How could it be all right if they cried like that?

In addition, Feng Jing took a little girl to the box in the bar just now. How can Jiang Shiwei not think more? There must be something wrong with the two people.

It's just what's going on. She doesn't know.

"Shanshan, are you okay with Feng Jing?" Jiang Shiwei's question slipped down his throat, but seeing Leshan's eyes, I don't know why I couldn't ask.

"We're fine. We'll just quarrel in two days." Leshan said, stopped a taxi, pushed Jiang Shiwei onto the car and reported an address to the driver.

The driver nodded again and again. What else did Jiang Shiwei want to say? Leshan said again: "call me when you get home."

Looking at her face, Jiang Shiwei finally nodded. She really drank more than she could drink tonight. At the moment, she was in a mess. Even if she wanted to ask, she probably couldn't ask anything.

Leshan looked at Jiang Shiwei's car and left. The smile on her face collapsed. Sometimes only she knew whether her marriage was happy or not, and what she showed others was always a false image.

Just like her, just like Feng Jing.

Oh, a gentle smile, like cold smoke, with heartless sadness.

How did she and Feng Jing get to this point?

Leshan didn't go home directly. She drank a little too much, but sometimes no amount of wine can make a tired soul drunk.

The most terrible thing about people is never getting drunk. Only sober people are the most painful.

Le Shan didn't go home until 11 o'clock. After she married Feng Jing, she moved out of Feng's mansion and lived in this villa. He has hardly returned home since his wedding day.

Sometimes she even felt as if she had married a fake marriage.

She changed her shoes, went upstairs and opened the bedroom door. When she saw the man standing in front of the French window, she was surprised. How did the man come back?

Unable to hide the surprise at the bottom of her eyes, Leshan asked, "how did you come back?"

"Why, this is my home, and I can't come back yet?" Feng Jing's smiling eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, cold and quiet to the extreme.

With a wry smile, Leshan shook her head: "how can it be? This is your home. You can come back whenever you want."

"If only you knew, Leshan, remember your identity and don't mess with me." Feng Jing looked at the woman with a low eyebrow and didn't know why there was a sudden anger.

Le Shan's smile at the bottom of her eyes suddenly disappeared: "don't worry, I know myself."

Feng Jing looked at the fake smile on the woman's face and only felt that a fist was hit on the cotton. The woman was very clever since she married him, which was very different from the way she forced him to marry her.

She is pretending that she was with him for money, but now she can't be in love with him.

I don't know what came to mind. Feng Jing suddenly left the room and slammed the door.

The bedroom was instantly quiet, as if all the oxygen had been pumped away.

Leshan looked at a place with her eyes distracted. After a while, she got up and went to the bathroom. Although Feng Jing hated her, she still wanted to live.

After entering the bathroom, Leshan stayed in it for more than half an hour before washing herself. She was very tired tonight. Every time she saw Feng Jing, it was like a war, but she didn't expect

After she came out, she saw two people intertwined on the newly married bed between her and Feng Jing.

The woman's long snow legs hook the man's thin waist and make a thought-provoking sound.

Leshan, as an adult, knows what they are doing. His husband even asked another woman to come home and staged such an exciting scene in front of him.

Lesanton was in the same place, and even the towel for wiping her hair fell on the ground unconsciously. She thought she was already invulnerable, but when she saw this scene, she couldn't help but red her eyes.

"Ah!" seems to feel Le Shan's gaze. The woman on the big bed suddenly exclaimed and pushed the man on her: "Jing, someone."

Feng Jing paused: "what are you afraid of?"

Then he bent over the woman's neck and nibbled for a while, which made the woman whisper again and again: "ah, bad Jing, you be light!"

Leshan knows this woman. She is a little model who has become popular recently. She just didn't think she would get together with her husband. Looking at the scene in front of her, she finally couldn't help but say, "enough, Feng Jing, what do you want to do?"

Do you think you can retreat from difficulties by doing this childish trick?

When Feng Jing heard this sentence, she lowered her voice because she was stained with love jade. At present, her voice was a little dull, but she couldn't be provocative: "what do I want to do, Mrs. Feng, don't you know?"

"Jing, you said she was your wife?" the model in her arms was surprised. She didn't seem to think that Feng Jing's wife would be the queen of the popular film. She twisted her thin eyebrows and said softly, "but isn't it too good for us to do so?"

Although he said so, his body kept rubbing into Feng Jing's arms. Feng Jing saw the woman's actions, smiled low and had a bright voice: "what's wrong? Don't you like me doing this to you?"

"Oh, Jing, you are good or bad!"

The sound of their teasing spread to Leshan's ears. Her face was as pale as a ghost, and her body was shaky, as if she could fall at any time. She clenched her fist and pinched her fingernails on the soft meat in the palm of her hand, as if she couldn't feel the pain: "Feng Jing, you're enough!"

"Enough? I've just started. Can't Mrs. Feng stand it?" Feng Jing smiled gently, and the light in the bottom of her eyes was very gloomy.

Leshan took a deep breath: "in that case, you continue."

Then she turned to leave and stayed for another second. She was afraid that she couldn't help grabbing the woman's face. She just wanted to escape quickly before she was defeated.

She didn't understand why Feng Jing humiliated her so much.

Does he hate her so much?

"Stop! Did I allow you to go?" Feng Jing said coldly, looking at the calm woman, as if she didn't care if he slept with other women.

Thinking of this, Feng Jing's face was even more ugly, almost like black carbon. It was very ugly, but the bottom of peach blossom eyes flashed a few aggressive: "Mrs. Feng doesn't know how to serve men, so stay here and learn how to serve men. After all, I didn't marry you back to be a decoration."