Kiss her 90,000 times

Half an hour later, Shi Wan finished putting on her makeup, packed her things and went downstairs.

The servant who had been waiting downstairs stepped forward and asked respectfully, "Miss Shi, what do you need to prepare for tonight?"

He was asking her what she would like to eat.

Shi Wan lowered her eyes and responded softly: "No need, I won't eat at home."

There's a birthday party, and she's about to go.

When Shi Wan walked out of the mansion, the rain outside did not know when it stopped, the ground was wet, and the wheels ran over, splashing some water stains.

Fu Conglin assigned her a driver.

Shi Wan slightly stood aside, holding the hem of her skirt with her fingertips.

The black car stopped slowly in front of her, Shi Wan opened the door and sat in, and said softly, "Go to Nanjiang No. 17."

Driver: "Yes, Miss Shi."

Nanjiang NO.17 is a well-known hotel in Jiangcheng. It is specially set up for rich people. It is mostly a place for upper-class people to hold birthday parties and wedding birthday banquets.

Shi Wan went here this time because of the birthday party of Zhao Yunsi, daughter of the Zhao family in Jiangcheng.

When she just returned to Jiangcheng, the invitation letter had already been delivered to the mansion.

Shi Wan lowered half the car window, the air was damp and mixed with the cold wind, she narrowed her eyes slightly.

The vehicle arrived at Nanjiang NO.17 smoothly, Shi Wan opened the door and walked down.

Beside the two tall stone pillars, men and women in suits, leather shoes or long skirts stood in twos and threes, all of them were handsome and arrogant.

Shi Wan had just walked a few steps along the red carpet when her gaze caught sight of a familiar figure. She paused slightly and her body froze involuntarily.

The man's gray shirt was paired with a waistcoat and trousers, making him tall and tall, with overlapping ankles. He was leaning against the stone pillar, with one or two people standing beside him. He had a cigarette in one hand and a pocket in the other, with a lazy and casual posture.

Shi Wan's appearance did not attract their attention.

Speaking of interesting topics, the corners of Fu Conglin's mouth curled up slightly, his fingertips shook the soot, and the moment he raised his hand, he caught a glimpse of powder from the corner of his eye, and when he inadvertently raised his eyes, his eyes froze in vain.

Shi Wan had already looked away when he looked over, she lifted her skirt casually, nodded slightly, and walked slowly into the hall.

Fu Conglin's movement of squeezing the cigarette slowed down, and his eyes were fixed on Shi Wan for a moment.

Someone next to him called him twice but didn't get a response, so he couldn't help but touched the tip of his nose embarrassingly, and turned his head curiously to follow his gaze.

"What are you looking at, Young Master San..."

"His wife." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Xian beside him.

Shi Wan didn't rush, didn't give Fu Conglin a glance, passed him without hesitation, and walked forward gracefully.

The curious man said in a daze, "...you really have a personality."

Seeing her husband, she left without shaking her.

Zhao Xian glanced at Fu Conglin meaningfully, and snuffed out the cigarette.

Fu Conglin twirled the cigarette butt with his fingertips, broke it violently, then stood up straight, and said softly: "It's getting late, let's go in."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhao Xian.

Zhao Xian shrugged his shoulders, put his hands behind his head, walked two steps and loosened his muscles and bones, and raised the shoulders of the thin man next to him, "I'm telling you today, if you marry a wife, you can't leave it as a display." , You said how good it is to be intimate, don’t you?”

The man was ignorant, and nodded, feeling that Brother Xian was speaking strangely today, and he couldn't quite understand it.

Just follow in in a daze.

Shi Wan handed out the invitation letter, and just after taking a few steps, her wrist was pulled by a strong force.

The man approached with a faint smell of tobacco, and his voice was low, "Why didn't you say you're coming too?"

Shi Wan didn't look at him, but stared at the man's slender phalanxed hand. She struggled slightly, but didn't break away. The man exerted more strength, and then clenched it tighter.

"Mr. Fu, you scratched me."

"Mr. Fu?"

The man narrowed his eyes dangerously, tilted his head slightly, and looked at her carefully, "Shi Wan, don't push yourself too far."

Shi Wan smiled, and touched him with the other hand, and it took a lot of effort to separate his hand. The light-white fingertips held the wrist bone and turned slightly, "Mr. Fu, what are you talking about? , you don't want to make too much trouble, do you?"

Fu Conglin's face was gloomy, he glanced at her and then suddenly looked away.

During this time they have been in a cold war.

Especially after Shi Wan filed for divorce, she almost didn't take him seriously.

Fu Conglin had a headache.

At first, he thought that she was just joking around, but who knows, the worsening situation day by day made him feel that this was not Shi Wan's way to get his attention, but the real thing.

He took a deep breath, and returned to his cold and dignified appearance, "We haven't divorced yet, and you still represent the Fu family."

Shi Wan has heard such words a lot.

It wasn't just Fu Conglin who said that to her.

His mother Duan Suhua also said.

Even her mother, Zhang Yan, gave her advice.

She, Shi Wan.

Marrying into the Fu family is like an actor climbing up to the rich and powerful, like a sparrow flying on a branch and turning into a phoenix.

She should compromise, she should be grateful to Dade, she should be inferior inside, and she should take care of maintaining the dignity of the Fu family outside.

It's actually quite ironic.

"Don't you feel tired of saying that?"

Shi Wan lowered her head and smiled, she tucked the broken hair that was falling down by her ears, and put it behind her ears, revealing her fair and slender neck and delicate collarbone.

She specially made makeup and hair tonight, matched it with jewelry, and her frown and smile were bright and moving.

Fu Conglin's eyes were cold, and he glanced around inadvertently, and sure enough, many men looked at him, all of them with surprise in their eyes.

He suddenly felt that the collar of his shirt was buttoned too tightly.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and Fu Conglin raised his hand to wrap her thin shoulders.

Men's inferiority attacks.

"Tired, I hope you can remember, I don't want to say more."

Shi Wan hooked her lips and obediently did not break away from him.

The hall was full of human eyes, Shi Wan and Fu Conglin were in pairs, and after a little inquiring, they knew what relationship she had with him.

For the first time, I don't know if Fu Conglin felt a little bit more guilty towards Shi Wan, or it was just a man's possessiveness.

Whenever someone came forward to chat, he said without humility: "This is my wife, Shi Wan."

How much Shi Wan wanted to get such an upright introduction in the past, but now she finds this behavior extremely ironic.

A man in a blue suit stepped forward holding champagne, looked at Shi Wan twice more, with interest in his eyes, "Miss Shi, long time no see—"

He raised the wine glass in his hand, with an evil look on his face, "Do you still remember me, Fang Chao—I saw you at the Shengxiao Hall last time."

Of course Shi Wan remembered, and she didn't have a good impression of him.

But he smiled softly, "Of course, if you forget anyone, you will never forget Fang Shao."

Fang Chao smiled happily, just as the waiter was passing by with a wine plate, he took a glass of champagne and handed it to Shi Wan, "Good wine naturally matches a beauty."

Shi Wan raised her hand to take it, clinked glasses with him, and raised her head slightly.

Fang Chao gulped it down, then looked at Shi Wan with a smile, "Miss Shi, Fang is very honored."

Shi Wan: "You're welcome."

She clearly felt the hand holding her shoulder tightened obviously.

The smile on Shi Wan's face grew brighter.