When she came down, she didn't have shoes on, and there was nowhere to step on her feet, so she put her uninjured heel on the ground, and her injured foot rested on that leg.

Feng Chen carried her cotton slip down the stairs and placed it at her feet.

She put on her shoes and called Aunt Xiao to sit down and eat together.

Feng Chen said on the phone that Song Zhiyue's foot was injured, so Aunt Xiao specially stewed nutritious chicken soup.

At the lunch meal, Song Zhiyue ate very restrainedly, at the moment she ate freely, she could eat whatever she wanted, and she was not afraid of being told by others.

After dinner, Aunt Xiao cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, sealed the dust and asked Song Zhiyue, "Do you go upstairs to watch TV, or is it in the living room?"

Song Zhiyue thought for a while and said, "Let's live in the living room." ”

In the living room, she could still talk to Aunt Xiao.

Feng Chen carried her out of the restaurant and put her on the sofa.

Aunt Xiao washed the dishes and chopsticks and came out and cut a plate of fruit for her.

Feng Chen sat with her for a while, went to the balcony to answer a phone call and went back to the study.

Song Zhiyue pulled Aunt Xiao to watch TV together, and the two chatted while watching.

Hotel.

Feng Shen and Liang Weirong entered the room one after the other.

Feng Shen closed the door and looked at her and hooked his lips, "It's too late to regret it now." ”

Liang Weirong walked over, put the bag on the sofa, took off her coat, and unzipped the side of her skirt.

She looked at Feng Shen expressionlessly, "Remember what you promised me." ”

Feng Shen raised his eyebrows, approached her, and hooked her waist, "Remember that you are so active and dedicated, how can I disappoint you." ”

Liang Weirong trembled slightly in his bent arms, and her face was pale and bloodless.

Feng Shen's gaze fell lightly on his chest, "I'm sure I don't regret it"

Liang Weirong bit her lip, resisting the urge to push him away, and reached out to unbutton his shirt.

Seeing that she was so anxious, Feng Shen smiled with interest, took her around twice, and pressed her on the bed.

His fingertips, running from the end of her brow across her face, flirtatious and ambiguous.

"Although he doesn't care about you now, I still want to taste you, after all, you were once the woman he held in the palm of his hand."

Liang Weirong resisted his touch, instinctively pushing him away, but she remembered her purpose, and the hand on his chest changed to grasp his clothes.

Feng Shen looked at her weak and pitiful appearance, his heart moved, and he lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Liang Weirong's head tilted, avoiding his lips.

Feng Shen's eyes narrowed, he pinched her chin abruptly, and said in a deep voice, "You look reluctant, as if I forced you, if you don't want to, you can leave now."

As he spoke, he was about to get up, but his sleeve was grabbed by Liang Weirong.

He looked at Liang Weirong and smiled coldly, "I don't like to force people, especially women, come to me when you think clearly." ”

Liang Weirong grabbed his sleeve and didn't let go, Chu Chu's pitiful appearance easily made people want to be protective.

"I just wasn't ready for a moment, now," she said with a flutter of eyelashes, "it's okay." ”

Feng Shen has always refused to come to the woman who threw him into his arms, and Liang Weirong was already lying on his bed, how could he let it go.

As soon as he met Liang Weirong, he heard her say, "Don't kiss me, I don't want to kiss someone I don't like." ”

Feng Shen sneered, rudely took off her clothes, and entered without any foreplay, and her face suddenly turned pale in pain.