Surrogate wife every step of the way

Sun Mengjiao sat on the sofa with her whole body stiff, frowning lightly, comforting herself all the time, but it was his colleagues who sent him back.

"Don't go!"

Zhao Zifeng's deep and full-bodied voice carried a blurred and smoky flavor.

He directly pushed the woman against the door, and the sound of his back against the wall reached Sun Mengjiao's ears.

Her hands slowly clenched into fists, hidden in the darkness, but neither of the two parties noticed.

Liang Yishu stared blankly at the drunk Zhao Zifeng, this man was so charming even when he was drunk.

Sun Deng's light outside was dim, mixed with the darkness inside the room, his three-dimensional facial contours were generally half hidden, which more and more brought out his fortitude.

There was a slight blush on his cheeks, it seemed that he had drunk enough wine today, he was already drunk even after drinking a thousand cups like him.

She was suddenly pushed against the wall by him, a little happy and a little nervous, and supported him with both hands.

Zhao Zifeng looked at the person in front of him in a daze, as if he had become Sun Mengjiao, and their faces suddenly overlapped.

He directly leaned forward, mistook Liang Yishu for Sun Mengjiao, grabbed her lips and kissed her. Drunk, with arrogance and domineering, he also supported her shoulder armor with both hands, trying to tear her away Obtrusive clothing.

"Zifeng..."

Her voice was panting, her breathing was short, and she had to let him move halfway.

She has liked Zhao Zifeng for a long time, and there was never a time when he took such an initiative, which made Liang Yishu's heart cheer up, as shy and longing as a young girl in love.

With a "click", the living room lights suddenly turned on.

The two people who were entangled together were separated in an instant.

Of course it wasn't Zhao Zifeng who was drunk, he drank too much this time, he couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north.

The moment he turned on the light, Liang Yishu saw the woman standing in the living room looking over, and under a moment of nervousness, pushed Zhao Zifeng away.

Seeing that he was about to fall, he hurriedly supported him, and with the other hand he awkwardly adjusted the clothes that had been torn off just now.

She coughed lightly, trying to ease the awkwardness of the atmosphere.

With a sullen face, Sun Mengjiao glanced at Liang Yishu sharply, she had already recognized him.

During that anniversary celebration, the woman standing next to Zhao Zifeng was Bai Fumei, the company's rich second generation.

She walked over step by step, pushed Liang Yishu's hand away, and caressed Zhao Zifeng, "Thank you for sending him back, I won't."

Liang Yishu saw that half of Zhao Zifeng's body was leaning on Sun Mengjiao's body, and the moment his hand left him, it seemed as if a piece of his heart was missing, his face was slightly ugly, and then he recovered.

What's more, her words can be heard in the open and in the dark. She doesn't welcome herself and is driving people away.

"Okay, he drank a lot, give him something to sober up."

Liang Yishu's eyes moved away from Zhao Zifeng's face, and finally landed on Sun Mengjiao. When he was about to turn around, he suddenly remembered something, and explained: "It was indeed a friend's dinner just now, and he and I were young, don't get me wrong. .”

Sun Mengjiao hummed in confusion.

Liang Yishu didn't know whether she believed it or not, and after looking at Sun Mengjiao for a while, he left wisely.

After she left the Zhao residence, she turned her head three times a step and kept looking at the lighted hall window. Could it be that she and him were getting farther and farther away?

When she got into the car, she was still reminiscing about the kiss just now. Her white and slender hands slowly caressed her lips, as if his warmth and breath still remained, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

Sun Mengjiao struggled to help him lie on the sofa, patted his face, and called out: "Zhao Zifeng, hey, wake up!"

But he brushed Sun Mengjiao's hand away, turned over and continued to sleep, completely ignoring what she said.

How drunk is this?

"Hey, Zhao Zifeng, pig!" She kicked him, but there was no response.

She had never seen him so gaffe, this was the first time.

Seeing that no one can help him here, she supported her waist, looked down at Zhao Zifeng who was lying down, and pushed his back with her knee, but there was still no response.

Thinking of the episode that happened in the dark at the door just now, Sun Mengjiao felt the blood rushing from her chest to her head, and she was so angry that she was about to get angry.

She waited for him till midnight, what happened?
In exchange for such a result, is it good?still not good?
The good thing is that she caught such a scene, and the bad thing is that she was in a terrible mood.

She slapped Zhao Zifeng's face heavily, and asked in a cold voice, "Did you even lose your stomach because of that woman just now?"

Zhao Zifeng was muttering something in his mouth, he brushed Sun Mengjiao's hand away irritably, and slowly sat up from the sofa with his help, stood up reluctantly, took two unsteady steps and almost fell down.

Sun Mengjiao was so angry that she didn't want to bother him at first, but when she saw that he almost fell, she ran over again, supported him, and went upstairs half-bent.

She threw him on the bed, removed his shoes, covered him with the quilt, and finally sat on the edge of the bed, facing him, and said in a low mood, "Do you like that woman?"

The shadow of Zhao Zifeng's long and thin eyelashes fell on the eyelids, but there was still no reaction at all.

"Heh, Zhao Zifeng, you're doing great!"

Sun Mengjiao laughed at herself, glanced at Zhao Zifeng indifferently, got up angrily and left the bedroom.

She was lying on the bed in the guest room, tossing and turning but unable to fall asleep.

The image of Sun Zhenxing unconsciousness popped up in her mind for a while, and the image of Zhao Zifeng and that woman just now popped up in her mind, overlapping and overlapping, she finally knew what exhaustion was.

This uneasy feeling made Sun Mengjiao's heart gradually fall into the ice cellar, and she shivered from the cold.

She felt aggrieved and uneasy. In her world from before to now, there has always been only one person. Now it is delusional to think that Zhao Zifeng will accompany her. According to Zhao Zifeng's love tonight, it is just a dream. Could everything be her wishful thinking?
Tears flowed across the line, she kept telling herself not to cry, but she couldn't help it, covered her head with the quilt, and sucked her nose.

"I have to take care of my father tomorrow, so go to bed! Go to bed!"

Sun Mengjiao kept hypnotizing herself, all kinds of thoughts and sorrows are not as good as her father's life right now, or other things are not worth mentioning in front of life.

I don't know if the hypnosis helped or she was really tired, but Sun Mengjiao gradually fell asleep.

It's just that she in the dream is still struggling and sad, thinking about it every day and dreaming at night, it's not fake at all.Even in her sleep she couldn't be safe, tears dripping down her cheeks on the pillow

This is the guest room, the layout and furniture in the room are completely different from those in the bedroom.

It makes people feel a little strange for no reason.

Sun Mengjiao suddenly had an illusion that maybe she shouldn't be emotional with Zhao Zifeng at all, there are too many temptations and choices in his world.Sun Mengjiao was just an interesting passer-by in his life. She didn't have the confidence to keep him fresh.

There is no way to stop him from finding another new love.For example, occasionally a strange woman will appear, holding his mobile phone, and answering her past calls.

Her heart's ability to bear is limited, and it is impossible to endure it again and again without being indifferent.Clearly like a needle prick, she is not a walking dead who will not feel pain or sadness.

Her head was swollen, and her body felt weak, as if she had been drained of strength.Feeling woke up just after falling asleep, she put her hand on her forehead, took the mobile phone from the bedside table, and squinted her eyes to look at it. She didn't go to bed until three o'clock in the morning, and it's just after 05:30.Lack of sleep and mind full of worries, I feel like my head is about to explode.

She tilted her head and barely turned over. She still wanted to sleep for a while to recharge her energy. There were endless things to do during the day, but she couldn't fall asleep anyway.Her black and white pupils were originally hazy, but now they are fully awake.

The sky outside was gray, and the light came in through the window, as if we had been crying.I don't know if it's because the sun didn't come out, or the weather was bad, which makes people feel very depressed.

A person's life has to go through too many hurdles, and her hurdles have only just begun, but she feels that she has reached the point of collapse.Sun Mengjiao was in a restless mood. He rushed into the bathroom, scooped up water and patted his face desperately. It hurt and turned red, and he felt more at ease.

"My dad's business is important!"

Facing her haggard self in the mirror, she whispered firmly.She didn't sleep well all night, and now the dark circles under her eyes were very obvious. She stretched out her hand and touched it lightly for a moment, thinking that Sun Zhenxing would be worried if he saw it.

I applied a thick layer of foundation to barely cover it.She breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door and walked out. When she reached the bedroom door, her steps suddenly stopped, she took a few steps back, and turned her head to look at the door. After looking for a while, she touched the doorknob with her fingers.

After hesitating for a long time, he closed his eyes and turned the doorknob.The light in the bedroom was dim, Zhao Zifeng was lying on the bed, still in the sleeping position of yesterday, the bed was slightly raised, and his face could not be seen.

But just with such a blurred vision, I still feel sore and unbearable when looking at it, as if a flood is about to gushe out from the gate of my heart.She raised her foot and slowly lowered it again. She took a deep breath, fearing that she would lose control of her emotions, so she quickly closed the door and went downstairs.

I don't want to give myself a moment to hesitate.He was romantic, drunk and sang, but Sun Mengjiao didn't have the qualifications to question him, let alone the free time to grieve and investigate.

Her world seems to be a scrap of life.It was too early to wake up. The nanny just got up to prepare breakfast. Seeing her, she greeted her with a smile: "Miss Sun, you woke up really early. Is there anything you want to eat for breakfast today? I can make it for you! "

Sun Mengjiao glanced at her lightly, "I'm not eating at home, so there's no need to prepare mine." After speaking, she left the villa straight away.A discerning person could tell that she was not in a good mood.Auntie was surprised that Sun Mengjiao always seemed to be easy to get along with and had a good temper.But today it looks like he is losing his temper.

She looked up at the stairs, thinking about it.

Could it be that she had a fight with Mr. Zhao last night?
Zhao Zifeng, who was lying on the bed, woke up with a hangover, and looked at the time, it was already past seven o'clock, and he barely opened the upper and lower corners of his eyes with his fingers, and stretched his hand to the side naturally, but it was empty.

He immediately woke up, most of his drunkenness had gone, but his head was still dizzy.I drank too much and was too tired last night, and I couldn't control it for a while, so that I didn't have any fragments in my mind about how I came back last night or what happened.

Zhao Zifeng knocked his head hard, shook it, and felt even more uncomfortable.

He supported the side of the bed, rolled over and got out of bed, with a sound of "crash!", he pulled open the curtains, and the light in the bedroom became much brighter. Looking around the bedroom, he found that there was nothing about Sun Mengjiao.

The quilt on the other side of the bed she was lying on was untouched.Next to her slipper pajamas, nothing.

He put on a suit, looked in the mirror, grabbed his phone, and walked downstairs.He sat by the dining table and flipped through his cell phone, and saw that a call he had answered in the middle of the night was from Sun Mengjiao.

He frowned lightly, and thought about it carefully. He really didn't have any memory of what he talked about.At this moment, he was a little depressed. After exhaling a breath, he turned off the phone screen and pressed it on the table with his backhand.