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

Feng He was startled. He turned his head stiffly and saw Song Chongjiang walking out from the shade of flowers and trees.

Song Chongjiang's black shirt was extremely ironed, and the buttons were buttoned meticulously.

Only the sleeves slightly rolled up at the wrists made him look casual.

Feng He showed a smile in her heart that was uglier than crying. I was obviously so careful, how come Song Chongjiang still found out!

[……]Maybe it’s because the male protagonist is not human.

Woo woo woo.

"You've done a lot for Sun Luofan? That time you stopped me from going on a blind date, weren't you worried that she would be sad?"

Song Chongjiang asked with a helpless smile on his face, but the smile was so fake, like he was wearing a cheap mask.

It's chilling to watch.

Feng He originally wanted to argue that it was not the case, but the system was eager to make trouble and issued a reminder.

[Please keep the original character. The original character is jealous and hates Song Chongjiang!]

Feng He put on an indifferent smile and said in a vicious tone: "Yes, you guessed it all. I am sick to death of being forced by you for three years!"

Song Chongjiang's smile was broken, looking weird and scary.

[Malice value +5, congratulations to the host!] The system set off a firework.

Feng He swallowed and couldn't bear it anymore.

Such vicious quotes were only thought up by the system.

Song Chongjiang no longer had a fake smile, and his godlike handsome face was expressionless.

But everyone could feel his rage.

Song Chongjiang's true nature was revealed when he stopped pretending. He stepped forward and grabbed Feng He's hand, trying to pull him towards the car at the door.

But Feng He was shorter than Song Chongjiang, so she walked slower. Song Chongjiang had lost his patience and simply picked Feng He up and carried her sideways, walking quickly towards the destination.

Feng He struggled symbolically for a few times, then lay down and became a salted fish.

Song Chongjiang brought Feng He back before he even finished his meal, and no one dared to stop him along the way.

As soon as she entered the door, Feng He was pressed against the entrance and kissed madly.

There was no light in the room and it was pitch black.

Feng He could only hear Song Chongjiang's panting, like that of a wild beast.

The sharp teeth scratched the skin under the friction of lips and tongue, and tiny traces of blood spread out.

It was a bloody kiss.

As expected, Feng He was thrown on the bed.

The crystal clear lychee flesh was exposed and was licked thoroughly from top to bottom, inside and out.

……

Feng He's slender white fingers flicked weakly, and he knew that after saying those words yesterday, he would be in big trouble.

Too cruel, Song Chongjiang is too cruel, the old man’s power should not be underestimated.

System, you are killing me!

woo woo woo...

[…I see you’re enjoying it from behind, you’re moaning loudly.]

Feng He's face turned red.

You...you you.

Feng He couldn't argue and was very tired, so she continued to sleep.

*

"It's like this, Ms. Li. Feng He has very good grades in school, and there is a place for him to study abroad as an exchange student. I would like to ask for your opinion first."

The leaders of Fenghe School called Feng's mother according to Song Chongjiang's instructions.

"Okay, thank you teacher, I agree very much, please help us get it!"

Feng's mother has high expectations for Feng He's academic performance and hopes that he will get better and better.

Song Chongjiang took a puff of cigarette, and the smoke covered his eyebrows and blurred his expression.

After getting Feng's mother's approval, Song Chongjiang asked his assistant to handle the admission procedures for the foreign university and the home there.

Feng He felt a jolt in her sleep.

Hmm, why does it feel like it's still suspended in the air?

Feng He opened her eyes and found him in a suite, with Song Chongjiang silently looking at him at the head of the bed.

I don’t know how long I watched it.

Feng He was startled, and quickly sat up and asked, "Where are we?"

Song Chongjiang continued to stare at Feng He for a while, then stroked his hair: "I will take you to study abroad."

Feng He's eyes widened: "You... why didn't you tell me in advance, then mom..."

"Don't worry, I've promised her again and again that I'll take good care of you."

Feng He was speechless for a while. He knew that Song Chongjiang had already arranged everything. He would video chat with his mother after getting off the plane.

It would be better for him not to provoke Song Chongjiang now. Although he seemed to be no longer angry on the surface, Feng He knew that it was not that simple.

Every time Song Chongjiang gets emotional, it lasts for a long time, and he can only coax him slowly.

Both of them tacitly did not mention the incident involving Sun Luofan.

Sure enough, the couple fought at the head of the bed and made up at the foot of the bed.

There is nothing that can't be solved by stir-frying for one meal. If there is, then stir-frying for two, three... countless meals will do.

As long as it doesn't cause fire or get hurt, it's fine.

As Song Chongjiang said, Feng He was studying at a famous foreign university.

Feng He curled her lips. With his condition, he was incapable of anything. She wondered how much money Song Chongjiang had spent to get him here.

Song Chongjiang began his life as a student accompanying his children to study, just like he did in China.

Feng He is studying at school, and Song Chongjiang is working in the branch of the Song Group here.

Because Feng He's main mission had been completed, he didn't pay much attention to the development of the situation, and he would only try to make the character fit with the original owner whenever he remembered.

This always made Feng He feel that the two of them were very much in love.

Maybe.

After Fenghe graduated from University, Song Chongjiang told him something.

"Do you want to get married in the country or abroad?"

Feng He, who was drinking water at the time, almost spit out the water.

"You...you decide."

Fenghe's wedding was held in an ancient church abroad.

Feng He's mother, Song Chongjiang's family, and countless relatives and friends witnessed this extremely grand wedding.

The people Feng He was familiar with were Song Ziqin, Chen Fengze, and some people she had met in Song Ziqin's circle of friends before.

Song Ziqin, Chen Fengze and their group all looked unhappy, some even looked hideous.

"I didn't expect you to get it real?!" the boy who had asked Fenghe about her ideal type on WeChat said exaggeratedly.

Use exaggeration to cover up the bitterness in your tone.

Feng He almost forgot who this person was, so how could she remember what she had said.

Upon hearing this, Song Chongjiang raised his eyebrows and looked at the boy.

"Feng He said on WeChat before that he only likes people like you. He also said that he wants to be with you. Now it's coming true!"

Song Chongjiang looked at Feng He with a half-smile, tenderness and affection in his eyes that was about to overflow.

Feng He's long-lost memories were evoked, and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to burrow into the ground.

Feng He and Song Chongjiang exchanged rings and kissed each other under the auspices of the wedding host.

There was thunderous applause from the audience.

I always feel like I have fulfilled someone's wish, Feng He thought inappropriately in his heart.

[……]It’s Lin Yanzhi.

Feng He and Song Chongjiang were going to toast next. Feng's mother had now quit her job at the Song family. She was taken abroad by Song Chongjiang, not far from their home.

Mrs. Song and Mr. Song had nothing to say, they simply expressed their parental blessings to their children.

"Xiao He, you and Chong Jiang are fine."

"Ah."

Song Ziqin's eyes were red. He picked up a glass of wine and drank it without saying a word.

Song Chongjiang glanced at him lightly, his eyes cold and indifferent.

"No matter how big or small, call me sister-in-law."

Feng He felt a little embarrassed when he heard this and smiled awkwardly.

He is only two years older than Song Ziqin.

Song Ziqin just didn't say anything. His bloodshot eyes looked at Feng He stubbornly.

Song Chongjiang's eyes were like knives as he stared at Song Ziqin.

Feng He tried to smooth things over: "Brother."

Song Ziqin seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and he called out in a low voice, "Sister-in-law."

Liar, didn't you say you wouldn't date during your four years in college? But you got married straight away, and the person you married was his brother. It's impossible to steal the marriage.

Feng He originally wanted to go see Chen Fengze, but found that he was gone.

Thinking of Chen Fengze, Feng He felt a little sorry. He had only used the four-year VIP card he gave her for three years.

Chen Fengze left after watching the ceremony because he was afraid of losing his composure.

Still a little slow to mature.