"Okay, then you divorce first!" Song Zhiyue glared at him viciously, this man was too shameless.

Feng Shen smiled, knowing that what she said was not true, raised his hand to touch her face, and followed her words.

"Then are you going to give me some sweetness first, and let me do these things for you?"

As soon as his fingertips touched, Song Zhiyue's head was deflected, and he dodged his hand, and then raised his hand and slapped him hard.

The slapping was crisp and loud, and the dust on the bed moved, faintly showing signs of waking up.

Song Zhiyue held back her anger and said: "If you dare to do anything to me next time, I will make you unable to touch a woman in your life!" ”

She wanted to kick Feng Shen's third leg just now, but after thinking about it, forget it, so as not to cause trouble for Feng Chen.

She was full of strength in that slap, Feng Shen felt a trace of fishy sweetness in his mouth, and his handsome face was clouded.

He licked his gums and looked at her gloomily: "Then I will definitely let you die without a body." ”

Song Zhiyue was stunned by him, but he didn't show any fear.

Feng Shen turned around and walked out of the room, spitting a mouthful of blood on the ground.

Song Zhiyue hurriedly closed the door, leaned on the door panel and gasped, suppressing the panic in his heart.

After the dust on the bed, after the eyelashes fluttered, he slowly opened his eyes, and he sat up and looked at Song Zhiyue with confused eyes.

Seeing that her mood was not right, he asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Song Zhiyue saw that he woke up, and stepped forward in two steps: "Do you want to vomit?" ”

Feng Chen shook his head, and his voice was drunk and hoarse: "Pour me a glass of water"

"Okay." Song Zhiyue walked over and opened the door, and first looked out, and only walked out when she didn't see Feng Shen.

When she walked to the staircase on the second floor, she glanced down and didn't see Feng Shen.

She quickly went downstairs to get a glass of water and went back to her room.

Feng Chen saw that she slammed the door as soon as she entered the room, and her steps were fast and hurried, and asked, "Someone is chasing you behind?" ”

"Nope." She curled her lips and smiled, stepped forward, and handed the glass to Dust.

Feng Chen took and drank most of the cup, raised his hand to support his dizzy head, and couldn't remember how he came back.

"How did I get back?"

"I just met you at the hotel, so I'll bring you back."

Song Zhiyue took the water cup from his hand and omitted Liang Weirong's appearance.

After placing the water glass on the table, she looked at Feng Chen, and then stopped.

Feng Chen saw her eyelashes lowered, her expression seemed to be hesitant, and asked, "Is there anything to say to me?" ”

Song Zhiyue lifted her eyelids and looked at him, and her voice was soft and soft: "Shall we go back to Xijing Garden?" ”

Seriously, she's a little afraid of Feng Shen.

Feng Shen's heart was obviously dark, and he was in the dust today, so he didn't dare to do anything to her.

If Feng Chen is not there one day, she is afraid that Feng Shen will still do something to her.

In particular, she slapped Feng Shen just now, she was afraid that Feng Shen would retaliate.

Feng Chen was stunned for a moment, and held her soft hand: "Okay." ”

Hearing that he agreed, Song Zhiyue was very happy, and his dark eyes shone with a clear light.

Feng Chen hugged her into his arms, and his mellow voice was a little hoarse, very sexy.

"Tell me, did someone bully you?"

Although he had a strong smell of alcohol, Song Zhiyue still felt that it smelled good, which made her feel very secure.

She hugged his waist and said sullenly: "No, I just want to live a two-person world with you." ”