Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 43
Fang Zisu and I went to a bar called "Black Mandala".

We sat at the corner of the bar.Fang Zisu drank French Bordeaux brandy. I am a good citizen, because I drove here, so I drank fruit juice instead of alcohol.

The two of them were chatting, talking about some irrelevant things.

Fang Zisu smoked while drinking.The soot in the firelight fell inch by inch, reflecting Fang Zisu's beautiful face like a flower. On that face, there was a faint smile, like a flower blooming in the dark night, faintly , charming, and has an ambiguous color.

I asked her, "When did you come back from Hong Kong?"

Fang Zisu said, "Yesterday."

I asked again: "Have you been with Deng Haoran all this time?"

Fang Zisu shook her head: "No. Mr. Deng called me that day to introduce a famous Hong Kong director to me. That director is making a movie, and I cameoed in a few scenes." She was very melancholy : "Mr. Deng... hey, he's not interested in me."

"It's best if he's not interested in you." I comforted her and said, "Think about it, Deng Haoran threw away five cards of Ben Liu's age, he's a real old man, you thought he was old Tom Cruise or Xiaobei? After taking off the expensive brand name, the deepness and maturity of the old man will be reduced to zero. What is left is a loose skin, which is as unappetizing and disgusting as a tattered quilt on a bamboo pole. kill you!"

"Su Lala, you're talking too obscenely!" Fang Zisu gave me a blank look.

I changed the subject to another topic: "Zisu, since you went to BJ to develop, you rarely come back to this city, either you are busy making movies, you are busy shooting commercials, or you are busy walking acupuncture points everywhere to show off Don’t you think it’s hard work to cut the face for someone’s opening ceremony, or to go to some concert and hum a song or two on stage without stopping?”

Fang Zisu shrugged: "Isn't it true that Huawu is a hundred-day red flower? I have to earn more money while I am young and popular, so that when I am old, I can spend my old age in peace."

I laughed and said, "What are you spending your old age in peace? This is too unfounded. I am the same age as you, and I am only 26 years old this year. I am very young and far away from my old age. My plan is not so long-term. I just do it. A monk hits the clock one day, and today he is drunk with wine."

Fang Zisu sighed: "Lala, I'm different from you. You are more lucky than me. Although you don't have a father, you have a capable mother who can let you go to college and let you live comfortably. Now You are married to a tall, rich and handsome man, and the money you earn at work is just flowers and clothes. I am different. I have family members to take care of, and my parents are sick and sick. My biggest wish is to buy a bigger house in BJ and live with my family. BJ is not easy to live in, and the house is expensive. So I have to earn money and film movies desperately. Hey, my life is bad, Destined to run around and toil, relying only on oneself."

Every family has its cupboard.

Only you know your own suffering.

On the dance floor not far away, clusters of red men and women with bright makeup, slightly drunk, danced together with crazy music beats.

The music is earth-shattering and bewitching.

On the brightest part of the dance floor, there is a woman dancing wildly. She jumps and screams. Her curly hair covers half of her face. Her arms are raised high, her slender waist is shaking, and she is wearing a sexy red suspender. The small vest, the hot short shorts, and the plump snow-white breasts were shaking non-stop as her body swayed wildly, almost ready to come out.

I looked over inadvertently, and couldn't help opening my eyes wide.

Huh?Isn't that Han Jing'er?
Unexpectedly, Han Jing'er, the proud princess of Han's enterprise, would be so crazy.

I noticed that not far from Han Jing'er was a boy with oily hair and pink face, his eyes fell on Han Jing'er all the time, he stared at Han Jing'er for a long time, with an evil expression on his face.Finally, he took another glass of wine, passed through the crowd, walked unsteadily, and squeezed to Han Jing'er.

This kid is really daring, the blind-eyed princess of Han's enterprise, unexpectedly stretched out the other hand that was not holding the wine glass, grabbed Han Jing'er forcefully, and pulled her to his side.

Han Jing'er drank too much, squinted a pair of hazy eyes, and stared at the boy.

The kid put his mouth close to Han Jing'er's ear, and he didn't know what he said.Han Jing'er suddenly flew into a rage, like a kitten that had been irritated, the hair on its tail stood up, its crown was bristling with anger, and its eyes were full of murderous intent.However, the boy didn't know what to do, he slandered his face and smiled obsequiously, his demeanor was provocative and teasing.

Han Jing'er immediately went into a drunken frenzy, started to spill, stretched out her hand suddenly, snatched the kid's wine glass, and poured it on his head.

The wine fell on the boy's face, wet most of his face, like rain, one big drop, one big drop, flowing down, and wet a large area of ​​his chest clothes.

The boy became furious from embarrassment, jumped up, and yelled something.

Han Jing'er raised her hand and slapped the kid hard.

The kid was slapped, annoyed, he covered his face with one hand, and grabbed Han Jing'er's hand with the other.At this moment, a young man suddenly appeared, and a hero came to save the beauty. He was as tall and strong as an athlete, and he stood between Han Jinger and the greasy-haired, pink-faced boy, and pushed the boy away with an angry face. , and the other hand pulled Han Jing'er into his arms, like an eagle guarding a chick.

The boy gave the young man a push, staggered, and bumped into the person next to him.

That kid deserved to be unlucky, he was more than a head shorter than the young man, his body was as thin as stunted, and he lost a lot in terms of momentum.The young man looked less than [-] years old, but he was arrogant and arrogant. He rushed forward, grabbed the boy by the collar, grabbed his neck, and hooked the boy with his other hand. For the punch, it landed on the kid's cheek.

One side of the boy's face suddenly became red and swollen, like a pig's head, his nose was beaten to blood, and the bright red blood fell on his eyes, nose, mouth, and chin. He looked horrific, like a hanged ghost who came out of hell.

He howled like a hog.

There was a commotion around, and they all looked over.

My eyes fell on the face of the young man who was the hero who saved the beauty.

Can't help but open your mouth wide.Damn, this world is really small, why did I meet him again? ——This young man, the last time I saw him in a bar called "Friday", I also went to the hotel with him, but I had no desire for lust, and finally escaped while he was taking a shower in the bathroom.

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(End of this chapter)