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She didn't tell Feng Shen about what she did to her, she was afraid that Feng Chen would go to Feng Shen to settle accounts.

In the company, the position of Feng Shen is not as high as Feng Shen, and he is still under the control of Feng Shen.

If he had a head-on conflict with Feng Shen, Feng Shen would definitely embarrass him openly and secretly.

She couldn't help him at work, and she didn't want to cause trouble for him.

***

Feng Shen returned to the room, and Liang Weirong saw the slap marks on his face and raised her eyebrows unexpectedly.

He helped Song Zhiyue send Feng Chen back to the room, and when he came back, he had a slap mark on his face, which seemed to be beaten by Song Zhiyue.

And a woman beating a man will only do so if she is being slighted.

"How can you look at any kind of woman?" There was obvious dislike for Song Zhiyue in her tone.

Feng Shen touched half of his face that was hurting, and his expression was gloomy and dripping.

"That woman takes herself so seriously, do you really think I can look down on her? I'm just trying to toy with her. ”

"This slap hurts, doesn't it?" Liang Weirong, who was removing her makeup, laughed gloatingly.

Feng Shen said evilly: "I will let her return this slap sooner or later." ”

"What are you going to do next?" Liang Weirong sat in front of the dresser and took off the contact lenses in her eyes.

Feng Shen said: "Feng Chen is too cautious, we can start with Song Zhiyue." ”

Hearing that he was going to attack Song Zhiyue, Liang Weirong smiled weirdly: "What are you going to do with her?" ”

Feng Shen: "How can I, a man, do it to a woman?" ”

Liang Weirong frowned: "What do you mean by that?" ”

"It was Song Zhiyue's appearance that ruined your relationship with Feng Chen, don't you hate her?"

Liang Weirong's eyes burst out with a deep hatred, and she gritted her teeth and said, "I can't wait for her to disappear in this world immediately." ”

Feng Shen encouraged her: "Then don't worry about it and do it boldly." ”

Liang Weirong clutched the comb in her hand and fell into deep thought.

Feng Shen had only been beaten by Feng Yi, and this was the first time he had been beaten by a woman, so he was very unhappy, so he walked over and sat down on the sofa.

"Go get some ice cubes to put on my face."

If he has a few fingerprints on his face tomorrow, how will he go out to meet people?

Seriously, if he hadn't taken into account that this was at home, he really wanted to strangle Song Zhiyue to death just now.

When a woman saw him, she had always been a servant and a successor, and she dared to beat him!

Liang Weirong came back to her senses, glanced at him, and sat still: "I'm not a servant." ”

Feng Shen looked at her and threatened, "Okay, don't you go, right?" Then you just wait for tonight to fulfill your conjugal obligations. ”

Liang Weirong was afraid that Feng Shen would be as strong as she was last time, so she endured her anger and walked out of the room.

***

The next day was the weekend, and Feng Chen got up late in the morning because of drinking, and Song Zhiyue happened to sleep lazily.

She woke up earlier than Feng Chen, she was slapping toner on her face after washing, when she heard the movement behind her, she turned her head and saw Feng Chen sitting up with her forehead propped up.

She quickly slapped the toner in her palm on her face and walked up to him: "Does it hurt your head?" ”

"Sort of." Feng Chen patted his forehead.

Song Zhiyue's soft hand touched the corner of his forehead and gently rubbed him.

close, the aroma on her body drilled into his nostrils one by one, making him a little unbearable.

But he had a terrible headache, and resisted the urge to crush her under him.

Song Zhiyue rubbed it for a while and asked him, "Is it better?" ”

"My head doesn't hurt anymore, but it hurts somewhere else." He had just woken up, his voice hoarse and lazy.

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