Genius Baby: The President Dotes on His Wife and Becomes a Demon

There was such a message on the screen of the mobile phone: They are going to the hotel to discuss business matters, but only the 'participant' knows whether they are using the business to make a hype.

The message was sent by Zhang Fengrong, but Xie Qingqing only sent her a "?".

I'll be going back tomorrow, and Xie Qingqing doesn't want to get to the bottom of it and let Sheng Zuchen go for the time being.

After eating, Fan Ling had finished filming the advertisement. She was very tired, both physically and mentally.

She stood in front of the closed door, hesitated for three seconds and returned to her room without knocking on the door in front of her.

I thought what Xie Qingqing said was reasonable, and it would be worthwhile from the bridge to the bow, but unfortunately the gossip news in the afternoon made her fall into an endless abyss.

Xie Zhanning's heart is not with her, he will quietly stand on the edge and watch Xie Qingqing, and he will not set foot in the territory that is open for him.

After taking a shower, changing clothes and eating, just after eating and preparing to be cleaned up, there was a knock on the door.

She got up to open the door, and the moment she opened the door, she blurted out, "It's really time."

Xie Qingqing was leaning against the door, holding a bottle of red wine in her hand. Fan Ling's gaze stayed on the packaging of the red wine bottle for a moment, and then she came back to her senses and smiled and let her into the room.

Xie Qingqing froze for a moment, Fan Ling couldn't see her own expression, and didn't notice that this smile was actually uglier than crying.

He took out two wine glasses from the wine cabinet and put them on the table. On the table were cold pasta and half-drinked broth.

The two sat down facing each other in silence, Xie Qingqing poured red wine for Fan Ling, and the mellow and fragrant smell of wine wafted into his nostrils.

"Don't care about those messy people and things." Xie Qingqing took the lead to break the silence while sipping red wine.

Fan Ling stared at her slightly in astonishment, then remembered something and smiled, "Are your future parents-in-law messy?"

Xie Qingqing nodded directly, put down the wine glass, "Otherwise?"

Fan Ling took out his mobile phone and turned on the recording, "Say it again if you have the ability!"

Xie Qingqing acted like a baby, "Oh, no, sister Linger is the best."

Fan Ling didn't know whether to laugh or cry, it really wasn't suitable for her to be touched, and the helpless little sister would turn to comfort her.

"If you like it, you just like it. It's no big deal. If you really can't do it, you can get on the bus first and then pay for the ticket. A man can bend and stretch, and we women are the same. As long as the process of achieving the goal is not important, do you think it's Miss Linger?"

Fan Ling, who hadn't come back to her senses, finally burst into laughter after hearing Xie Qingqing's suddenly serious hooliganism.

"Haha, Xie Qingqing didn't expect you to be like this Xie Qingqing, does your Sheng Zuchen know?"

"Um, I should know." Xie Qingqing admitted bluntly.

The entertainment industry has a packaged character design. Since Xie Qingqing didn't sign a contract with the company at the beginning, she created her own character design. It looks very cold on the outside, almost hard to talk to, but it is very good to fans. Her fans support Will also be quite qualified.

Fan Ling knew something about Xie Qingqing's character, and she felt sour when she heard her open up to Sheng Zuchen for no reason. Anyway, they had known each other for more than two years, and she hid it deeply enough.

After a moment of silence, she said, "If you are so self-willed, would someone else dare to behave like this in front of them? Take Lin Yueya as an example, and me as an example."

After finishing speaking, she realized that she had said the wrong thing. Fan Ling wanted to make amends when Xie Qingqing laughed and said, "Lin Yueya? Fan Ling? How do you compare yourself to the rabbit spirit!"

"In my heart, thousands of rabbit spirits are not as good as sister Linger." Xie Qingqing finished his glass of red wine and continued with a smile, "She Lin Yueya can't turn over, even if she can turn over, I will take her back again. Don't you Same as Fan Ling, since Xie Zhanning will have sex with you, he is somewhat moved, he is not the kind of man who will be impulsive only by primitive instinct."

Xie Qingqing said solemnly, "I treat him as my own brother, that's why I will get to know him, trust me once."

"Xie Qingqing," Fan Ling rarely called her by first and last name, and when she was called like this, it meant that what she said next was terrific.

"Who do you think I am? Will I, Fan Ling, be impatient with you for a man? You fucking underestimate me, come here and talk to me!"

"My own business, my own red line, I know how to deal with it myself, do you think you are a lover or Cupid? Don't pretend to me."

Xie Qingqing listened to her very obediently, and when she saw the haze and hesitation in her eyes disappear without a trace, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll go back tomorrow, when are you leaving?"

This topic suddenly jumped to thousands of miles away, Fan Ling obviously didn't react, and slowly closed his mouth that had been open for a long time.

She grabbed the wine glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp. When she folded her arms across her chest, the murder weapon seemed too proud to ignore.

"Let's wait a few days, this commercial was shot really badly, I think I'll reshoot it." She said, blocking Xie Qingqing's wine bottle, and scolded with a smile, "Don't bribe me with exorbitant wine, you don't owe me anything , is not wrong."

"I didn't say I was wrong, it was Brother Ning." Seeing that she didn't drink, Xie Qingqing poured another glass and sipped slowly.

This wine was brought by Sheng Zuchen, the specific age is unknown, Lu Zhenzhu checked it online, and a bottle of wine is more than 2000 million real money.

Anyway, it's not her money that loses, and it's not her that earns the money for the wine. If you don't drink for nothing, you can talk if you drink too much.

This is what Zhang Fengrong taught her, this loser.

Zhang Fengrong sneezed a few times for no reason on the far side, Fan Jian thought she was cold due to the strong wind, so he quickly took off his coat.

It's been a long time since they had a meal together alone. The two of them made an appointment at twelve o'clock, and they appeared in the farmyard in the suburbs at a few minutes after eleven o'clock.

They came to eat roasted rabbits. I heard that the poultry in this farmyard are all fed with grain, and the roasted rabbits are very delicious.

Fan Jian wore a black windbreaker today, with a light blue knitted sweater inside. After taking off the windbreaker, his whole body was exposed to the wind, and he still sat and chatted with Zhang Fengrong unmoved.

He didn't say a word about his girlfriend, and even made an appointment here alone with Zhang Fengrong, a single woman, for a secret meeting.

Zhang Fengrong also carefully tossed herself, and the light makeup and pure white sweater made her look younger and more beautiful.

She pulled the windbreaker on her shoulders, feeling a little clueless about the delicious food in front of her.

It was past one o'clock after the meal, and they ate a roasted rabbit for nearly two hours. They didn't miss a glass of wine, and it was pure white sorghum wine, brewed by the owner of the farmyard himself, with a high alcohol content.

Zhang Fengrong has a good capacity for alcohol, and a bottle of white wine weighs half a catty per person when shared by two people.

She blushed and pointed at Fan Jian, that delicate baby face became more and more dazzling, she simply stood up and went around, stretched out her hands to hold it and rubbed it vigorously twice.

Then, "baji" gnawed on Fan Jian's thick lips, and could not help but taste the soft touch.

The small flame in Fan Jian's body quickly soared higher than the sky and wider than the earth, and he grabbed Zhang Fengrong's fleshy and soft glutinous hand.

The four eyes met for half a second, Zhang Fengrong moved away first, then was straightened by Fan Jian, leaned over and kissed.

He had already greeted this place beforehand, and there was no one else around except the staff in the farmyard.

And what the boss wants to do, these employees have no right to speak, and they have to pretend to be deaf and dumb, and each find a place to hide.

The farmhouse is built like a courtyard, and there are wing rooms for guests to rest, chess/card rooms and places for children to play. The owner thought very carefully.

The reason why Fan Jian built such a farmyard is that Zhang Fengrong likes to eat these free-range poultry that has not been fed. Of course, Zhang Fengrong also likes to eat wild game, but now he can't kill animals, so he can only change his preference to 'wild poultry'.

The two kissed with a little self-forgetfulness. The long-lasting spicy roasted rabbit smell echoed between their lips and teeth, and it also carried a heavy smell of alcohol, which was really stimulating to the senses.

That first lingering kiss left an indelible mark.

Surrounded by green trees, birds are chirping, and occasionally there are chickens, ducks and geese calling, one after another, like a picture of a mountain village.

Fan Jian was a little unable to extricate himself from this kiss. The moment he let go, he hugged Zhang Fengrong and walked straight to the wing.

Zhang Fengrong was dizzy, half-closed her eyes and looked at the man who carried her into the room and put her on the bed, the delicate and pretty baby face with perfect facial features, really cute and good-looking, even she felt that she was becoming obscene.

She said, "You can go out now."

Reserving the last sane Zhang Fengrong said to Fan Jian quietly, "Don't forget that you still have a genuine girlfriend."

Fan Jian was in a dilemma as to whether he should eat this "beautiful and delicious" "delicacy" or not. He suddenly heard Zhang Fengrong order to evict customers and heard her mention that "real girlfriend" and his heart skipped a beat.

He took out his mobile phone and quickly sent a message to Xie Qingqing. Although he seriously suspected that she had fallen asleep now, he still bit the bullet and asked her for help.

Xie Qingqing slept very late today, probably because she knew that she would sleep on the plane when she returned tomorrow, and then she would have to sleep again at night after returning, so she didn't feel much sleepy.

When the message was sent, she was lying on Sheng Zuchen's solid muscles and swiping her phone, when a message popped up:
she's drunk i think
Sheng Zuchen also saw it, and felt that his second cousin was really stupid. Is there any need to ask about this kind of thing? , how to be consummated.

So he snatched Xie Qingqing's phone and quickly replied: on.

One word is simple and crude.

Fan Jian was stunned for a while while holding the phone, the flame that had just been suppressed was blazing again.

Zhang Fengrong was already dizzy and about to enter a nap state, when his body sank suddenly, he opened his eyes slightly to see who it was, and was surprised to find that Fan Jian hadn't left.

The wine suddenly sobered up most of the time. This man who used to have no master has never done such an excessive thing to her. Now that he has a master, what does he want to do?Stepping on two boats?

He had a good idea!

Zhang Fengrong rose up to fight back and pressed his knee against Fan Jian's lower abdomen. If he moved down a few centimeters, Fan Jian would become a eunuch.

This woman is so cruel.

Fan Jian's forehead was sweating, but he still lay on his stomach and held the woman under him without moving a muscle. He knew that he had already drawn the sword this time. If he couldn't use the sword perfectly, then he would have no chance to use it again in the future. it's gone.

Zhang Fengrong's feet were still a little light, and he weighed in his heart that he was afraid of hurting Fan Jian. A man who was so soft-hearted that he would burn his body in front of him put his legs on his legs and supported her with one hand, raising both hands above his head to imprison her.

Unable to move, Zhang Fengrong thought a little desperately, did he not even give each other the chance to be friends?
The mobile phone rang suddenly, and the mobile phone thrown by Fan Jian on the bedside table woke them up like an alarm in the minds of the two people, and brought them back to their senses.

Zhang Fengrong, who accepted his fate, asked Fan Jian with a pale face, "Do you still like me?"

Fan Jian hadn't understood the meaning of Zhang Fengrong's sudden and serious question, and heard her continue, "This is the first time for me, you, you, take it easy."