Their Intriguing Marriage

The man, dressed in black and wearing sunglasses, now took off his sunglasses which occupied half of his face and walked in with his head down. He had no prestige and morale of the day.

He stood behind Lan Qing, like a child who did something wrong, and said in a low voice: "Mr. LAN, I'm sorry, the shooter didn't find him."

However, Lan Qing seems not to be moved at all, still like a sculpture, standing still in front of the window, thinking about something.

The moonlight came in through the window and cast a huge shadow on the floor behind him.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the man continued to say, "they must have acted in groups, otherwise they would never have acted so cleanly, leaving no trace for us to follow."

Only when he said the second half of the sentence, his voice was lighter. He was born as a special forces soldier. He had never seen any big waves, but this man, who is not very old, can always give people a silent sense of oppression, as if everyone should be shorter in front of him.

Lan Qing turned his head slowly, looked into his eyes, and said coldly, "I want to know, what is called 'not found', eh?"

The man just lowered his head and didn't dare to say anything more.

Lan Qing raised the volume and continued to say word by word: "I ask you, what is' not found '? Did I say before I left the hotel that even if I dug three feet, I would find out the shooter? "

"Mr. LAN, I'm sorry." The man apologized in a low voice, but his waist was still straight, retaining his dignity as a soldier.

Lan Qing took a deep breath, turned his body back to the window, and said in a low voice: "these days, I've been studying the situation around Lan's villa and LAN's group building. If you find anything unusual, don't take it lightly. Go out first."

"Yes, Mr. LAN." The man towards him owe owe owe body, turned to leave the study.

It's late at night, and all the actors are leaving. It's time for the curtain to come down, but there are always people who are constantly sad, and there are always people who are heartbroken day and night.

The whole city fell into a sweet dream, but in the southeast of the city, where LAN Guifang is located, the music is still hot and dry, and the heat wave is wave after wave.

All the people seem to be overdrawing their lives to devote themselves to this endless carnival. They wriggle with the music and send a body signal called desire to the opposite sex around them.

Feng Chi is sitting in the card seat, surrounded by five or six nightclub girls in miniskirts and heavy make-up. He keeps drinking the cool liquid they send to the bottom of his heart. Gradually, his eyes begin to become a little confused.

He got close to a girl and whispered in her ear, "I ask you, do you love me?"

The woman chuckled and thumped Feng Chi's chest and said, "Oh, Feng Shao, you hate it. Don't you know that?"

Feng Chi turned his head back, squinted at the men and women swaying on the dance floor, with a disdainful smile, "Oh, you women are the same, you can easily say love to any man, one second is still very emotional in another man's bed, the next second is to say I love you to another man."

He seemed to be talking to himself, with a bitter smile on his face.

Because of the noise, the woman didn't hear what he said. She leaned down and approached him. A pair of short chests were ready to come out.

Her voice was full of enchanting power. She approached his ear and said, "Feng Shao, what do you say? I can't hear you very clearly. Why don't we find a quiet place for you to talk to me slowly. "

Feng Chi looks back at the woman with the Playboy's sign on his face. His eyes are full of love and desire.

But at this time, Yuan Wei wriggled from one side of the dance floor towards them.

She stood on the edge of their card seat, glancing at the woman who stuck to Feng Chi like a piece of gum, and snorted.

Yuan Wei still has some background in this circle, not to mention her many successive pursuers. Her father alone is enough to let these women make her three points.

The woman looked up at Yuan Wei and snorted. She was unwilling to sit aside. She saw that the fat duck who was going to go to bed was going to give up. No one would be angry.

But Yuanwei ignored the other women's emotions, directly sat down to Fengchi's side, took a glass of whisky from the crystal tea table with blue light and drank it all.

With a slender arm on his shoulder, he leaned forward slightly, approached Feng Chi, who had been drunk and confused, and said gently, "Feng Shao seems unhappy. Why don't we find a place where you can talk to me and let me help you analyze and solve it."

She looked back at the woman. Her face was only a few centimeters away from him. The perfume of her perfume seemed to emanate from the fragrance of the flowers. She could easily make people want to approach her and suck his nose greedily.

With a charming smile on his lips, he got up and approached her. They were so close that they seemed to have touched each other's noses and shared each other's breath.

The wine gas in his mouth sprayed on Yuan Wei's face, and there was another sentence: "OK, where do you say to go?"

Yuan weijiao got up with a smile, supported him with one arm, and said, "if you go with me, you'll know."

Feng Chi smiles and goes out with her. His tall body was not stable now. He leaned against the thin woman and shared most of the weight of his body with her.

She clenched her teeth and propped up Feng Chi's body, leaning against her body. A bitter smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Why do you want to do this? If it's not because she once told the man to wait, one day she will make him regret it. How can she, such a proud person, take the initiative to paste another man?

Sometimes, a woman's hatred has the power to destroy a city, but many men don't understand it.

Yuan Wei holds Feng Chi's tall body, gnaws her teeth, reluctantly supports him with one hand, takes out the room card with the other hand, opens the door of the hotel room, stumbles into the door, pushes Feng Chi on the wide bed of the hotel, and breathes a sigh of relief.

She arranged her clothes and sat down beside him with one hand holding her body. She slowly half lay beside him, and the fingertips of the other hand gently slipped over his drunken and unconscious face, as if saying to herself:

"Feng Shao, don't you have a lot of style in your daily life? Aren't you good at playing with women? What's the matter with you? It turns out that you will get drunk, too? "