Sweet Storm: My love time

For hosgah, it is not a bad thing to have these things to pass the time.

At least, she won't go mad.

As for being jealous... She sneers, these two words have nothing to do with her.

However, Fu Jinxing made up her mind and refused to let her go.

After three in the afternoon, he came back.

As soon as Fu Jinxing came in, he took a bath and changed his clothes. It seemed that he had a party in the evening.

"You seem to have a good time."

Seeing a pile of instant food packages and even two eggshells in the garbage can of the kitchen, Fu Jinxing gnashed his teeth and burst into the bedroom to pick up he Sijia.

After lunch, she went straight to bed. When she heard him coming back, he just turned over and didn't wake up.

"Do you want me to die?"

She was sleepy, barely raised her eyelids, looked lazy, and even her voice had a hint of reverie.

"You

Fu Jinxing was obviously a little angry.

Looking down, he saw the scattered papers and knew that hosgah had seen what he had left.

"You see that? Do you know who she is? "

Fu Jinxing asked deliberately.

Hosgah hissed and made no answer.

Her expression was full of disdain, not pretending.

Squinting, Fu Jinxing let her fingertips swim on her cheek.

"Don't say, you look a little like her! Fake is not as good as genuine, but it's a little good, and it doesn't hurt if it's broken! "

His thin lips moved, and he spat out words as hurtful as a knife.

Sure enough, hosgah's face changed.

She doesn't care about the relationship between the devil and other women, but she also has dignity that can't be trampled.

"You just can't get the real thing. Just like those vulgar people, they think that the imitations of famous people's calligraphy and paintings on the wall have culture! Disgusting

Hosgah retorted.

As soon as she finished, there was a pain on her lips!

He bites!

Licking off the blood stains between lips and teeth, Fu Jinxing showed a satisfied expression: "a fake incompetent resistance."

Hosgah stared at him and said nothing.

She didn't want to talk because the wound was painful, broken and swollen.

It's not over yet. Fu Jinxing made a phone call. Half an hour later, his assistant appeared again like a ghost, with several big bags in his hand.

"Put on these and make up for yourself."

He pointed to the pile of things.

Hosgah looked at him coldly: "don't dream, I won't accompany you to socialize."

Fu Jinxing instead laughed: "then I will send out the edited version of the video at the charity dinner. It must be a sensation."

She looked at him in a daze.

"Zixin held a charity sale. Of course, I'm going to support it. But she's very busy tonight. She doesn't have time to accompany me. You can do it

Fu Jinxing picked up a pair of cuff links and slowly put them on. Then he raised his eyelids and took a look at he Sijia.

"Do you think I'm going to make a scene because you have other women?

Ridiculous, I wish you could divorce me as soon as possible, because the six words "Fu Jinxing's wife" are humiliation, not honor to me

She stooped, picked up the dress in the bag, turned and went to the bathroom.

Out of disgusting Fu Jinxing's psychology, he Sijia deliberately put on a heavy makeup.

But, this kind of gorgeous makeup with her dark green velvet dress inexplicably very match.

Looking at her tightly wrapped body, especially the high collar design, she couldn't help laughing: "I thought you wanted me to play a socialite."

Hearing the words, Fu Jinxing's amazing color disappeared in an instant. He coldly replied: "the vase is not everyone can be. You can be regarded as a porcelain bowl at most."

Hosgah was not moved: "the porcelain bowls were burned from which kiln!"

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!"

Fu Jinxing was a little annoyed. He scolded her in a low voice and pulled her out of the apartment.

In order to prevent hosgah from escaping, he needs a password no matter he goes in or out.

The password to enter the door is a string of numbers, which can be entered by anyone, but the password to leave the door is Fu Jinxing's fingerprint. No one can solve it except himself.

Observing this detail, hoska's heart was completely cold.

"Staring all the time, trying to run away?"

Fu Jinxing was acutely aware of the possibility of her eyes falling on her hands from time to time.

Hoska naturally refused to admit it, so she had to find an excuse at will: "you beast, you have a pair of beautiful hands. It's unfair."

Fu Jinxing was slightly stunned and snorted: "there are more beautiful places on me."

Hosgah was relieved to muddle through.

Zhang Zixin's charity sale was held in a farm in the suburb of the city. It's right to think about it. If a fund-raising activity is full of luxury, it seems to have changed its nature.

This is a very speculative woman who knows what the public wants.

Fu Jinxing took out the invitation and gave it to the staff in uniform.

"Welcome, Mr. Fu!"

The staff member greets warmly.

However, when he saw a heavily makeup woman standing beside Fu Jinxing, the other side's eyes flickered.

Zhang Zixin is one of the founders of love farm. She and Fu Jinxing have been here several times, so the staff here know him.

I thought he would come here alone, but unexpectedly, he brought his girlfriend with him?!

Hosgah, of course, was aware of the sight that those people projected on him, and most of them were not very friendly to her.

Not only was she not angry, she was satisfied.

The taste of being hated by villains is very cool!

"What are you happy about?"

Fu Jinxing looked around and nodded to his acquaintances. He asked him softly.

She picked up two glasses of champagne and handed him one: "of course the prisoner is happy to come out and let the air out."

I took a sip of the champagne. Well, it's first-class. It's good.

"Don't be happy too soon, you may cry later!"

He menaced angrily.

He Sijia's smile suddenly solidified in his face, not because of Fu Jinxing's words, but because she saw Zhang Zixin coming this way.

Before, she didn't pay attention to people in the entertainment industry. She just heard that she was similar to Zhang Zixin. He Sijia didn't believe it.

But now she can't help believing it!

It's very similar indeed. It can be 70% similar, but it can't be said that it's different.

Zhang Zixin is about the same age as he Sijia. She is slim and slim, wearing a White V-Neck dress and a red love sticker on her arm, which proves that she is the person in charge of the charity sale tonight.

"Zixin."

As soon as he saw her, Fu Jinxing took the initiative to open his mouth. His smile was like a spring breeze.

Zhang Zixin said softly, "you are so busy recently. Why do you have to go there specially? I received the check this morning

He shook his head: "of course, I have to be there in person to support you. I can't just take money."

With a smile at Fu Jinxing, Zhang Zixin noticed that he Sijia was like this. She was a little surprised, but still kept a decent smile: "this lady is..."