Their Intriguing Marriage

Looking at the car gradually disappearing in the field of vision, Feng Chi stopped a taxi with his mouth pursed. Regardless of the encirclement of reporters or paparazzi, he said to the driver: "Feng's mansion."

With that, he closed his eyes and leaned against the back.

A fashionable blue Lamborghini is running at a high speed of 120 miles on the road. The drivers along the way are scared to dodge. However, looking at such a limited edition sports car, you can see that the driver is definitely not ordinary people, so you just dare not speak up.

Lan Qing opened the car window, and the wind came from his ear and slapped him on the cheek.

He didn't see the red streaks in his eyes.

At the moment, his mind echoed those words Feng Chi said, and the unforgettable expression on his face when he said those words.

He had never been close to several people, and Feng Chi was one of the few people who could let him down completely. However, he did not expect that he had such deep resentment in his heart over the years.

There was a sneer in the corner of his mouth. His hand holding the steering wheel was blue and blue. His eyes were filled with a kind of desperation, and he stepped on the accelerator to the end.

At the moment, his exhaustion has made him unable to think more. He just wants to hide in a place where there is no one, change his clothes, take a good bath, and then sleep in the dark.

Soon, Feng Chi felt the car brake gently and stopped steadily. The driver turned his head to him and said, "here we are, sir."

He suddenly realized something, opened his eyes, felt all over his body, and finally found hundreds of crumpled pieces in his trousers pocket.

He put it all in the driver's hand and said, "keep the change." He opened the door and got out of the car.

After taking a deep breath, he was ready to face the overwhelming crowd and countless "click click" scenes. However, to his surprise, the front door of Fengjia mansion was very calm. Except for a few luxury cars passing by occasionally, there was no disturbance.

He looked around suspiciously. The silence made him uneasy for some reason. He secretly guessed in his heart whether his father had already known about it and settled it for him.

With a little uneasiness on his face, he walked into the gate of the sealed house. The housekeeper bowed respectfully to him and said, "young master, you are back. The old man is waiting for you in the living room."

Feng Chi nodded to him, took a deep breath and went in.

As soon as I walked in, I saw Mr. Feng sitting on the sofa with a serious face. The teacup at hand was out of steam. It must have been there for a long time.

After a pause, he went up to his father and said softly, "Dad, I'm back."

Feng Bowei stood up and looked straight at his son, who was already half of his head high. He raised his hand and slapped him.

Feng Chi just got a few punches from Lan Qing, and there was a smell of blood in his mouth. When he was beaten by his father, he was completely sober and took a breath of cold air.

He covered his face with pain and some red palms. His face was full of surprise. His father had always been the one who favored him most. On weekdays, let alone beating, he didn't even say much.

"Why are you hitting me?" he asked angrily

Looking at the slap on his son's face, Feng Bowei felt some regret in his heart, but he couldn't restrain his anger when he thought of all the things he had done.

Then he said in a displeased tone: "look at the good things you have done, and you are well known by the public with such an image. Where do you want us to cut the face of Feng family, and how do you want us to mix in business in the future?"

Feng Chi knew that he was the one who didn't pay attention to it. He just kept his head down like a child who did something wrong.

Feng Bowei noticed the folds and small tears of his clothes and asked calmly, "what's the matter with you?"

Feng Chi couldn't think of another excuse to muddle through, so he had to tell the truth and replied in a low voice: "that Tang Meng, she is the woman of the fifth master, so..."

"What did you say?" When Feng heard this, he was so angry that he raised his hand again.

This time, Feng Chi didn't want his pretty face to suffer any more. A soul stirring escaped his father's slap.

Feng Bowei's hand trembled slightly and said incoherently: "you... You are a rebel... You are so angry with me. You are deaf to what I said. Get out of here."

Feng Chi, unable to argue anything, lowered his head and went upstairs.

In the adult world, there is no absolute right or wrong, and there is no absolute sense of win or lose. Sometimes, I try my best to destroy a person, but in the end, I can only end up with a pale ending.

Lan Qing is sitting quietly in his room, facing the French window, leaning on the bed, with all kinds of high and low wine bottles and red and yellow liquid on hand. In the room without lights, he is shining with the moonlight.

He sat there quietly, looking straight ahead, frozen in a certain place, holding a bottle of Russian whisky that had already drunk most of it in one hand, and a crystal glass with a square bottom in the other hand, constantly pouring this kind of cold liquor into his throat.

A full glass of wine, he can drink it without frowning, as if no matter how exciting it is at the moment, it can't affect him.

When Li Qingning opened his eyes from the bed again, it was already dark, and the whole room was dark. Only the moonlight like water illuminated the window.

When she got out of bed, she went to the window and stretched out her hand. The moonlight was so soft that it poured on her hand. At this time, the quiet let her face bloom a long lost smile. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something and turned to the bedside.

Pick up the mobile phone, want to see the development of news related to Fengchi, but she opened her eyes again and again, read every news portal, there is no news about Fengchi and Tang Meng, as if the morning is just a dream.

However, she clearly remembered that Feng Chi was still in the hall of LAN's villa and begged Lan Qing to help him.

She came to Lanqing's room with her mobile phone in doubt and wanted to know what it was.

"Dong Dong Dong."

She carefully knocked on the door, but there was no reply inside.

"Didn't you come back?" She said to herself, but she didn't give up. She stood in front of the door and said in a low voice: "maybe he was concentrating on reading the document and didn't hear it. In case he died suddenly after reading the document, I should go in and save him."

Said, like a thief, cat waist gently unscrewed the door handle of the room.

Just after opening the door, I found that there was no light in the room. I thought he had not come back yet. In fact, it's right to think about it. How could he be like a little white-collar worker and go home on time every day.

Just as she was about to turn around and go out with a little disappointment on her face, she saw a half black shadow behind his big bed.

She was startled and wanted to quit. But her strong curiosity still drove her to stop walking out and summon up courage to turn to the shadow.