I rely on supernatural powers to marry a wealthy family

Feng Zhanjue glanced at Wen Nanfeng, pursed his lips and fell into deep thought.

"Why do you like Guoguo? I always thought that you would marry for profit." Wen Nanfeng asked a question that puzzled him for a long time.

"Of course I love her. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't marry someone else." Feng Zhanjue said calmly, and he looked at Wen Nanfeng with calm eyes.

Knowing that he would not lie, Wen Nanfeng was shocked by his words again, he did not expect that he thought so before.

Seeing his surprise, Feng Zhanjue felt strange, frowned and asked, "Isn't it right?"

Wen Nanfeng thought about it carefully. Feng Zhanjue used to be like this. He never flirted with any women. He subconsciously thought that Feng Zhanjue had some other purpose.

"I never thought you would be like this when you're in love." Wen Nanfeng sighed, slowly slid up the aching brows, his eyes filled with bitterness.

Looking back now, the things he did back then were so ridiculous, he looked at Feng Zhanjue again, and laughed at himself: "You must be laughing at me, laughing at me for breaking up you like a fool."

"No." Feng Zhanjue said two words indifferently.

"But I think I'm just a fool. Guoguo is the first person I like. I thought we would grow old." Wen Nanfeng said while sitting on the belt with his legs curled up.

He sighed, and after saying this, he felt a lot more relaxed.

He turned his head to look at Feng Zhanjue again, and saw that he was still very calm, with cold eyes, not at all as gentle as when he was with Xu Guoguo. How could such a Feng Zhanjue not give people the illusion.

Seeing him looking at him, Feng Zhanjue looked at him suspiciously, and after a long time he said, "You can't blame me for letting go of your chance."

"Myself?" Wen Nanfeng murmured softly.

If he hadn't gone abroad but went to college with Xu Guoguo, maybe it would have been a different scene. In the final analysis, he himself missed it.

He picked up another glass of wine and drank it down, holding the glass and laughing at himself: "Is my life ridiculous, it has been arranged all the time."

Feng Zhanjue shook his head, his indifferent eyes became more complicated, he hesitated for a moment, and then said: "At least in your first twenty or so years, they treated you very well."

While speaking, Feng Zhanjue seemed a little lost, but when Wen Nanfeng looked carefully, he found nothing.

Wen Nanfeng laughed and burst into tears, covering his face with his hands to hide his embarrassment. He wished to go back in time now, but he didn't know when to go back.

The two drank in a muffled voice again, after a long time Wen Nanfeng suddenly laughed again, as if he had drunk too much.

He stared at Feng Zhanjue intently, until he saw Feng Zhanjue's frown in displeasure, and then said: "I know I'm not the material to be a boss. My previous investments were either given up by me or someone else found them for me. I still want to fight."

He looked at Feng Zhanjue deeply, and after a long time he sighed again, and said, "I realized that I really can't compare with you, Feng Zhanjue, you are a pervert!"

"I think this is very good." Feng Zhanjue took a sip of his wine calmly, expressing that he likes this very much.

Seeing that he didn't even try to comfort himself, Wen Nanfeng gritted his teeth tightly, as if he still wanted to fight him.

Feng Zhanjue looked at Wen Nanfeng from head to toe, and kindly reminded: "You can't beat me."

"Damn!" He couldn't help but swear.

Later on, Wen Nanfeng stopped making fun of himself, and he drank three quarters of the wine on the table, and it didn't take long for Wen Nanfeng to become so drunk that he passed out.

Seeing that he fell asleep like this, Feng Zhanjue kicked him. Seeing that he hadn't moved, he was dissatisfied and called the bartender to open a room for him in the nearby hotel.

He folded his hands and watched the bartender cover Wen Nanfeng with a quilt, took out a few red cards of Grandpa Mao from his wallet, turned and left indifferently.

Back at Feng's house, Xu Guoguo had already woken up and was lying on the bed reading a book.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Xu Guoguo immediately put down the book and turned to look at the man who came in.

When she smelled a strong smell of alcohol on him, she subconsciously frowned, and said in disgust: "Did you go drinking with Nanfeng?"

Looking at her expression, Feng Zhanjue didn't come closer, and even threw his coat away.

He nodded, looked at Xu Guoguo with concern, and asked, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine, is Nan Feng okay?" Xu Guoguo looked at the door and asked.

It's not because she cares about Wen Nanfeng so much, but because of Wen Nanfeng's current situation, she is afraid that he can't help but think about it.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, Feng Zhanjue's emotions were a little exposed. He stared at Xu Guoguo and said bluntly, "I don't like hearing his name from you. I feel very uncomfortable here."

When speaking, he pointed to his chest, and his expression changed.

"Okay, I won't talk about it in the future." Xu Guoguo nodded obediently.

Seeing her so well-behaved, Feng Zhanjue smiled again.

He really wanted to hug his wife, but now he stinks too much, Feng Zhanjue said dissatisfied: "I won't drink anymore."

This man obviously drank too much. When he went to the bathroom, Xu Guoguo couldn't help but sniggered. He didn't expect Feng Zhanjue who drank too much to be so cute. He didn't feel cold at all, but he was a little cute.

After taking a bath, Feng Zhanjue was obviously sober, and the servant also brought over the hangover soup.

Finally, he could hold his wife in his arms. Feng Zhanjue held her shoulders and leaned on her shoulders. He closed his eyes and said lazily, "After this time, he won't pester you anymore."

Xu Guoguo touched his hair and said with emotion: "Actually, Nanfeng is not easy."

Feng Zhanjue pinched her chin to make her look at him, the two looked at each other, he moved closer to kiss her, and blocked all the words he didn't want to hear.

Seeing how naive he was, Xu Guoguo rolled his eyes, but couldn't help cooperating with him.

After Feng Zhanjue was satisfied, he gently stroked Xu Guoguo's cheek and looked at her tenderly.

Xu Guoguo patted his groping hands, pinched his waist hard, and said through gritted teeth: "President Feng is really good, the mark on Zhenzhen's body is obviously left after having sex with someone, why are you Won't tell me?"

Seeing that she knew, Feng Zhanjue was still very calm, grabbed her hand and put it to his lips and kissed, and said confidently: "You can't let that kind of thing insult your eyes."

She snorted dissatisfied, and continued to analyze: "It must be Wen Nanfeng, after all, no one but Wen Nanfeng would make her so sad."

But Feng Zhanjue shook his head. Seeing her puzzled, he explained: "She went to pick up Wen Nanfeng, but she just sent him to the hotel. Han Zhenzhen was at home when she called you."