Kiss her 90,000 times

Shi Wan fell on the bed, her clothes were messy, after a while she rolled up the quilt and wrapped herself tightly.

She just pulled out the flowers that Song Banxia liked in the back garden, and Fu Conglin treated her like that.

But it was Song Banxia who fell into the pool by himself and hurt her, but Fu Conglin ignored her and scolded Song Banxia instead.

There is also the fringed dress, which was sent by Song Banxia in his name, and she thought it was from him, so she put it on with joy, and even endured the bleak and cold weather, she wanted to wear it for him to see, Just to please him.

But what about him.

Said she was showing off.

Those dark eyes looked at her as if she was some heinous sinner.

What's more, Song Banxia ran to the hospital to provoke her.

How could there be such a double standard, just because she loves him?That's why the man bullied her so brazenly.

Before Song Banxia didn't come back, the situation was considered good, as long as she didn't take the initiative to provoke, the two would respect each other as guests.

Now that Song Banxia is back, the men are starting to get worse.

Now, she was asked to apologize to Song Banxia.

Why.

She did nothing wrong, why should she apologize to Song Banxia.

Shi Wan bit her lip, exhausted and allowed herself to curl up on the spacious bed, looking weak and pitiful.

After taking a shower, Fu Conglin came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe, and glanced at Shi Wan who was curled up on the bed, with deep meaning in his eyes.

Hearing his movement, Shi Wan crawled out of the quilt, sat on the head of the bed, looked at him with red eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "I won't apologize to Song Banxia, ​​I did nothing wrong."

The man's wet hair lost a few strands, and a curve was bent from the corner of his forehead, adding a hint of unruliness. His face was cold, "It's not for discussion, and it's not your turn to refuse."

The implication is that Shi Wan must apologize.

Shi Wan suddenly clenched her hands hidden under the quilt, her small face tensed.

But Fu Conglin didn't seem to see the emotion on her face, turned and left the bedroom as soon as he finished speaking, and went to the study.

Shi Wan didn't have the slightest chance to speak.

But Shi Wan understood that she had to apologize for this.

Shi Wan lowered her head, laughed at herself, took a deep breath, her heart and lungs throbbed, and then she lay down, insomnia all night.

The next day.

Fu Conglin went to the company, while Shi Wan was at home and did nothing.

At six o'clock in the evening, Fu Conglin returned to the mansion and went upstairs to change into casual clothes. He was lazy and casual, but his demeanor was still indifferent.

Meng Zhang was waiting downstairs, and when he saw Shi Wan, he opened the other door of the car for her, and then stretched out his hand to help her, and a stern gaze came straight to him.

Meng Zhang raised his head, met Fu Conglin's cold and dark eyes in an instant, and subconsciously withdrew his hand, not daring to do anything more.

Shi Wan naturally also felt that this man's aura is very oppressive at any time, she lowered her eyes and whispered: "No need, I can do it myself."

Meng Zhang returned to the driver's seat in a hurry and sat upright.

The carriage was spacious, and she and Fu Conglin sat on one side, with ample space left in the middle. They were clearly an inseparable couple, but they seemed so strange that they had nothing to do with each other.

There was silence all the way, and the atmosphere in the carriage was especially depressing.

Finally arrived at the destination, Meng Zhang got out of the car and opened Shi Wan's door.

When Shi Wan got off the station and stood up, as soon as she got out of the car, a gust of cold wind blew over, causing the corners of her clothes to fly and her hair to be messy.

She stretched out her hand to stroke it, and exhaled a breath of cool air. The tall and straight man walking in front turned his face slightly, and reminded coldly: "Follow up."

Shi Wan pursed her lips and followed in silence.

Fu Conglin didn't wait for her, the man walked extremely fast, and entered the hall after a while.

Shi Wan walked slowly behind, with some difficulty, finally kept up with his pace, and walked into the elevator together.

The Shengxiao Pavilion has always been a place of entertainment for wealthy sons and daughters. It covers a vast area and has complete facilities and equipment. There is a casino below, where money is flowing like water, and there are card tables above. The entangled figure is extremely extravagant.

Shi Wan has only heard of this place, but has never been here. This is the first experience in her life.

The elevator stops on the third floor, the corridor is brightly lit, the air is faintly filled with heavy sandalwood, the carpet is covered and soft, and from a distance, two graceful waiters in cheongsams are seen standing in front of a door.

Shi Wan walked in behind Fu Conglin, and as soon as the door closed, most of her vision was darkened, and she subconsciously grabbed the corner of Fu Conglin's clothes.

Fu Conglin froze, then turned around, the man's face could not be seen clearly in the darkness, but the voice that fell was particularly indifferent: "Release."

"I can't see, I'm a little scared..." Shi Wan whispered, her voice timid.

She is night blind and has poor vision in dimly lit places.

Fu Conglin waved her hand away cruelly, and kept a certain distance two steps away. Hearing this, he sneered, "Really."

He didn't say much, but expressed his disdain and distrust.

Shi Wan clenched her hands tightly, her small face drooping and her expression tensed.

This private room is unique, after entering the outer door, there is another compartment inside, next to the revolving door is the boiled water side room, the surroundings are dark and dull, and the air is lingering with aloes.

Fu Conglin pushed open the revolving door in front of him, walked in, and left Shi Wan alone.

Shi Wan took a deep breath, her hands trembling, and went to push the door in the dark.

I finally saw some light and felt better, then I heard the sound of washing mahjong, accompanied by the joking and joking of several men, mixed with the sweet voices of women.

Shi Wan flicked her fingertips.

After she came out of the revolving door, the eyes from the mahjong table turned and fell on her.

Shi Wan cautiously walked towards Fu Conglin.

"This is the owner of the golden house hidden by the third young master, right? Look, it's really very delicate."

The person who said this was a man with a square face, named Fang Chao, who glanced narrowly at Shi Wan, and made a teasing sound with unknown meaning.

Not far away, the bamboo curtain was half open to circle a world, and five or six people were sitting around the mahjong table, all of them cast their eyes on Shi Wan.

Zhang Mu, the prince of Fenglang Group, was also among them, and informed the woman next to him, "Go, chat with Mrs. Fu for a while."

He has a handsome face and is quite friendly. Seeing Shi Wan's trembling appearance, interest flashed across his face.

Only that Fang Chao, cheerful and indifferent, with a frivolous attitude, "Young Master Zhang, you are wrong, how can you let your nameless woman go to accompany Mrs. Fu for entertainment? If you want me to say, Mrs. Fu should It is right to come to our table and accompany Third Young Master."

Hearing this, Zhang Mu was not annoyed, and threw out a card with a calm face, "It makes sense."

Without looking back, he explained to his woman: "Go and invite Mrs. Fu over here, and be careful not to be negligent."

Fang Chao's eyes turned colder, he swept across Zhang Mu's face, and then landed on Fu Conglin again.

As soon as he came in, the man sat on the sofa beside the mahjong table without saying a word, lighted a cigarette calmly, and didn't care whether Shi Wan was being ridiculed, with a nonchalant attitude.

Probably because of the shadow of the light, half of the man's facial features disappeared in the light, and the remaining half of his face had sharp and cold facial lines, deep contours, narrow and long eyes that were lingering in the mist, but the aura was cold awe-inspiring.