Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

With a ding, the door opened, and Jiang Kun's hand, which was just about to button the second button of Feng He's suit, stopped.

What happened? Why did the door of the presidential suite open for no reason?

Jiang Kun got up and left the bedroom, preparing to go to the door to see what was going on.

"Mr. Song...Mr. Song!"

Before Jiang Kun walked out of the bedroom door, he bumped into Song Chongjiang who was coming towards him.

How could Song Chongjiang be in the room he booked? !

Jiang Kun suddenly had an idea, as if he thought of something. The one who could have provoked Song Chongjiang was definitely not him, but Feng He who was lying on the bed.

Thinking of this, Jiang Kun broke out in a cold sweat.

Song Chongjiang's face was extremely dark, and his eyes stared at him as sharp as an eagle, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Song Chongjiang pushed Jiang Kun aside and walked into the room.

Feng He was lying on the big bed in the suite, her face flushed, her clothes disheveled, and she would hum from time to time, shouting "hot, hot" in an ambiguous way.

A vivid scene that can easily make people lose their minds.

Song Chongjiang picked up Feng He, unbuttoned his shirt, and buried Feng He's bright and juicy face in his chest, blocking his alluring view.

When Song Chongjiang walked past Jiang Kun, he glanced at him lightly, as if he was looking at a piece of trash that could be easily disposed of.

Song Chongjiang carried Fenghe all the way out of the hotel, and then he drove Fenghe back to his private apartment.

After arriving home, Song Chongjiang put Feng He on the bed. Feng He had been lying comfortably on his chest, but she became unhappy when she was put down, and she whined to express her dissatisfaction.

Song Chongjiang walked to the balcony where Feng He's voice could not be heard and made a phone call.

"Hey, Sister Li, I took Feng He to a banquet tonight. He accidentally drank too much and fell asleep in the room I booked in the hotel."

"Yes, that's right. He will rest there today. I won't send him back."

"Okay, don't worry, this hotel is very safe. I booked a suite and I'll sleep next to Feng He."

"It's okay, no trouble."

After Song Chongjiang explained the matter to Feng He's mother, he called his assistant.

"Deal with Jiang Kun." The tone was extremely cold, as if covered with a layer of ice.

"Yes."

Feng He was starting to feel aggrieved and irritated because he hadn't seen the person who could bring him comfort, Song Chongjiang, for a long time.

As soon as Song Chongjiang came in, he happened to see Feng He burying her little face in his quilt, her thin shoulders trembling, as if she was preparing to cry, like a poor kitten wet by the rain.

Song Chongjiang's heart was instantly filled with warmth. This emotion had never appeared in the first thirty years of his life, but it began to appear when he met Feng He.

This strong emotion diluted a lot of the rage and violence he had felt tonight because he was seen in Fenghe's state by others.

Song Chongjiang slowly approached Feng He, he stretched out his arms and hugged Feng He in his arms.

As soon as Feng He felt the cool air, she slowly stopped brewing and continued to comfortably press her face against Song Chongjiang's chest.

He squinted his eyes as if he was enjoying it.

The buttons of the lining that Song Chongjiang had buttoned up meticulously had long been pulled open by Feng He, and Feng He was only touching his flesh.

No wonder he looks so comfortable.

Song Chongjiang picked up Feng He with both hands and supported his red, hot face with both hands.

Feng He looked at him puzzledly.

The two looked at each other.

Song Chongjiang's dark eyes were bottomless. He stared at Feng He and asked, "Who is the person who makes you feel so cool?"

Feng He said with a look of disdain: "It's the stupid male protagonist."

Song Chongjiang was stunned when he heard such an answer, and a crack appeared on his expressionless face.

"Master?"

"Who is the stupid male protagonist? Why is the male protagonist a stupid male protagonist?"

Feng He curled his lips, as if he felt that the male protagonist was too stupid and he didn't even have the face to say anything.

"The stupid male lead gave me, a little cannon fodder, 500 yuan a day, but I can't do anything. I just play around."

When Song Chongjiang heard this, he let out a brief, happy laugh. It turned out that the "big stupid male protagonist" was really talking about him.

"This male lead is really stupid. I secretly ate the cakes he brought back before, and he knew about it. He reminded me once but never followed up. I think he forgot, otherwise why would he be so nice to me? How come his memory is worse than mine?"

Feng He continued what she had not finished saying just now.

Song Chongjiang could no longer suppress his laughter which rolled out from his Adam's apple. He looked at Feng He as if he was looking at some extremely rare treasure.

"The male protagonist is not stupid, he really likes you."

"Are you still hot and itchy? Do you want me to help you cool down and relieve the itching?"

Song Chongjiang stared at Feng He with an extremely aggressive gaze and asked him slowly.

Feng He leaned closer and licked Song Chongjiang's Adam's apple. It was amazing! The sound came from there.

Buzzing, vibrating

Boom, thunder and lightning struck the earth.

Song Chongjiang's pupils shrank slightly, and then he hooked his arm and pushed Feng He down on the bed.

The lustful dark eyes collided with the pure and ignorant eyes, and Song Chongjiang rubbed Feng He's lips fiercely.

It cools him down and relieves his itching overnight.

Song Chongjiang is determined to make the iron tree bloom. If he doesn't do it, it's fine. But once he does it, he will wish he had died.

It’s no wonder that he has hired a nutritionist to prepare nutritious meals for Fenghe every day for the past two months to help him grow, adjust his body shape and supplement his nutrition.

Feng He used to look skinny and had little flesh on her body, and she still looks skinny now, but flesh has grown where it should be.

For Song Chongjiang, this night was a wonderful and blissful night as if he had drunk agar-agar dew, but for Feng He, it was a night of bloating and a bad experience.

The next day, Feng He slept until the afternoon due to the triple effects of alcohol, drugs and excessive indulgence.

Song Chongjiang was not at home. He was the only one lying on the bed sleeping. His body felt cool and dry, and some part of his body had been rubbed with medicine, which made him feel cool.

Feng He recalled the vague fragments of memory from last night, it was too crazy.

Feng He couldn't help but blush.

Song Chongjiang is awesome!

Feng He shook his head and looked around.

This seems to be the place where he came to change clothes yesterday... Oh, right! This is Song Chongjiang's private apartment.

Feng He looked at the brightly colored bed sheets on the bed, the fluffy cashmere carpet on the floor, the flowers on the table, and the warm colors...

Feng He stepped barefoot on the cashmere carpet and her legs went limp.

He moved slowly and went to the bathroom to wash up.

On the way to the bathroom, Feng He discovered that there was a cloakroom in the room. She couldn't help but push the door open and go in.

The cloakroom is very large, and it seems that there is only a door in the master bedroom, but it is actually connected to another large room. And this room is full of clothes.

To be exact, they are two completely different kinds of clothing.

One size large, one size small.

Small-sized clothes take up most of the space in the cloakroom, while large-sized clothes are only relegated to a corner.