Flash marriage to the underworld boss, the queen of metaphysics is sweet and wild

At this point, the dance was meaningless to them, and everyone moved upstairs.

Guan Changfeng was not that familiar with Wen Qi after all. When he saw Feng Ce coming up with a woman, his heart beat faster. Is Mr. Feng going to do something to disgrace his wife? what to do? Should he remain silent, or inform his wife in a subtle way?

The two executives behind him couldn't help but look at each other, thinking that they couldn't tell that such a cold-hearted person as Mr. Feng could not escape the bad nature of men.

It wasn't until they reached the reception room on the second floor and everyone took off their masks that Guan Changfeng exclaimed: "Madam?!"

Wen Qi looked at him with a half-smile, "Otherwise, who do you think you are? Could it be that Feng Ce dares to be so intimate with other women outside?"

Guan Changfeng shook his head quickly, "No, no, no, I swear! This is my first time seeing you!" He told the truth, "I didn't recognize you just now, and I almost scared to death."

Wen Qi laughed and said, "Go back to your boss Feng to apply for mental damage compensation."

Guan Changfeng coughed lightly and said, "No need, it won't happen."

Feng Ce nodded and said, "Okay, go back and make an application to explain how your spirit has been lost. If it's reasonable, it doesn't mean it won't be approved."

Guan Changfeng was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Feng!" It's not that he is fickle, it's that Mr. Feng is so generous every time he gives money, and he can't refuse!

Carson watched them go back and forth, and although he didn't understand them all, he listened with great pleasure.

After sitting down for a while and having some afternoon tea, Wen Qi left with Feng Ce, but the latter had other work to deal with, so the two separated again after saying a few words at the gate of the castle.

Wen Qi watched Feng Ce go away and took a taxi to the pedestrian street. Unfortunately, the pedestrian street was in the completely opposite direction to where Feng Ce wanted to go, otherwise the two of them could have stayed a little longer.

When we arrived at the pedestrian street, the sun had already set and the surrounding street lights were lit up, which looked quite beautiful. There were many people around, including locals and foreigners, chatting and laughing, but Wen Qi seemed lonely when she was alone.

But Wen Qi didn't care and was still enjoying it.

It's good to be alone. You can do whatever you want without considering other people's feelings. You can leave when you want and stop when you want.

But as for the pedestrian street, although there are many people, because it is an old city, there are also many dark alleys.

Wen Qi was holding the ice cream she just bought in one hand and holding her cell phone in the other hand to take pictures. Suddenly a thick hand stretched out from the alley behind her and grabbed Wen Qi's arm. In an instant, she disappeared into the brightly lit bustling city.

The man who pulled her over wanted to cover her mouth, but Wen Qi stopped him in time, "I want to eat more ice cream. If I don't eat it, it will melt." As she said that, she took a bite.

The man looked back at her with an inexplicable expression and cursed: "You're a fucking fool! No wonder he has so much cash on him." Because of these words, the man dismissed his doubts and dragged Wen Qi deeper into the alley.

He didn't realize that his hand looked like it was grasping Wen Qi's arm, but in fact it was separated by the soul power and was completely out of place.

Wen Qi followed him inside calmly, eating ice cream as she walked, but when she got there, she put the last bit of the cone into her mouth, stuffed it full, and chewed hard.

The man let go of her hand and turned to face her. At the same time, five men of different heights, short, fat, and thin, with different skin colors, appeared from all around. Among them was a familiar-looking uncle, who was the driver of the first car that Wen Qi took when he went out in the morning.

Wen Qi looked around, but her expression was still very calm. She even opened the small round bag and put the phone in properly.

"Throw the bag over here!" The uncle stared greedily at the small round bag on Wen Qi's waist.

Wen Qi looked back at him in surprise. He could actually speak Chinese? But since there was still food in her mouth, she was embarrassed to speak.

The uncle's words were like a signal, and everyone gathered around Wen Qi with evil smiles. Their malicious eyes fell on Wen Qi's exposed arms and shoulders, as if they had been touched by a toad, which was so disgusting.

Wen Qi frowned slightly, stood there without moving, and directly released Qing Yi.

Tsing Yi suddenly appeared holding an oil-paper umbrella, and the furnace-like temperature around her suddenly cooled down.

The men who gathered around were stunned, with frightened looks in their eyes. They subconsciously stepped back, only to find that they could not move at all. When they looked down, their feet had been frozen in place for no apparent reason!

Tsing Yi turned the oil-paper umbrella, and suddenly heavy snow fell from the sky. The temperature continued to drop, and the men curled up subconsciously to keep warm, but their body temperature still passed quickly, and they soon felt like they were freezing to death.

Tall men lay huddled on the ground, trembling, with faces of fear and pain.

Wen Qi, who was standing in the middle, finally finished eating the ice cream, chuckled, raised her feet and left.

The oil-paper umbrella in Qing Yi's hand spun again, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

It was not until late at night that the pedestrian street was deserted. The street vendors who lived nearby discovered them when they were dragging their tired bodies back home and called the emergency number.

Fortunately, no one was injured, but everyone was left with more or less psychological trauma, became particularly afraid of the cold, and no longer dared to think wrong, no matter how difficult their life was afterwards.

The experience of running into ghosts once is enough. If there is a second time, who can guarantee that they will wake up again?

Feng Ce was still very busy in the next two days, but Wen Qi visited the surrounding attractions. Another day passed and it was time for the auction dinner.

Wen Qi returned to the hotel early, and the dress had been delivered. She picked it up and took a look at it. It was a light silver suspender skirt. It was very formal, but not too flashy. She was very satisfied, so she changed into her clothes on the spot, took a photo, and sent it to Feng Ce. Feng Ce replied quickly: It's as beautiful as I thought. I'm on my way back, wait for me.

The smile on Wen Qi's brows and eyes was obvious, but she hummed softly: "Slick tongue."

Wen Qi had to attend an event in the evening, and it was rare for Wen Qi to want to do her makeup and hair, but she didn't know who to contact in a foreign country. Naturally, she had to turn to her special assistant at this time.

In less than an hour, the styling team arrived at the hotel faster than Feng Ce.

Wen Qi had already done some skin care in advance. The stylist took a look at her dress, then looked at her facial features, and then started a series of chirping output.

Wen Qi smiled after listening and said with a smile: "It doesn't need to be so troublesome, just do your hair style and keep your makeup as simple as possible. I don't like heavy makeup."

The stylist was not angry when he heard this, but shrugged with regret, "Sure enough, beauties like to be natural."

Wen Qi smiled and raised her eyebrows, "Thank you for your understanding."

Halfway through his makeup and hair, Feng Ce finally rushed back and changed into a new suit within ten minutes. It looked a little more gorgeous than his work suit. The cuffs and collar were also more noble, and the rest... …actually pretty much the same.

Anyway, Wen Qi didn't see much difference. The key is that her husband is handsome and has a good figure. Even if he wears a sack, he will have a fashionable effect.

After the stylist left, Feng Ce took out a jewelry box from nowhere, which contained a set of diamond accessories. The necklace, earrings, bracelets, and rings match her dress very well.

Wen Qi rarely took off her bracelet and wedding ring and put on other accessories.

Standing in front of the mirror and taking a look, Wen Qi couldn't help but laugh, "I'm not used to the sudden change of look." She hadn't attended any formal occasions for a long time, and she usually wore whatever she liked, but suddenly she felt so serious. Like myself.

Feng Ce hugged her from behind, lowered his head and kissed her shoulder, then went all the way up to her ear before saying, "It's beautiful."

Wen Qi curled up her neck and smiled, "Don't make trouble, we are about to leave."

Feng Ce hugged her tightly, "Suddenly I don't want to go."

Wen Qi touched his face comfortingly, "Be good, it will be over soon. Besides, I still need to buy an inkstone for grandpa."

Recently, Mr. Feng has become obsessed with calligraphy. Let’s not talk about how good the calligraphy is. Anyway, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone used are better than the same. It just so happened that there was an inkstone in this auction. It was an old object from more than two thousand years ago. It would be right to bring it back to please the old man.

Feng Ce held her down and kissed her for a while before letting her go. As if nothing happened, he led Wen Qi downstairs.

Wen Qi, whose lipstick was eaten away, had no choice but to touch up her makeup in the car.

The auction dinner is a high-end auction organized by the chaebol of country D. Not only people from country D are attending, but also celebrities from all over the world are invited.

Wen Qi held Feng Ce's hand. As soon as she walked into the banquet hall, people kept coming up to say hello. It was not necessary for everyone to say hello, but they always kept a polite smile. Her face almost froze, and she wished she could smile on the spot for a long time.

"Mr. Feng!" A heroic laughter filled with surprise came from the left, "It's fate to meet him in this foreign country."

Wen Qi followed the sound and saw that the person coming was a middle-aged man with gray hair and a slightly protruding belly. There was a young woman on his arm. He should be about the same age as Wen Qi.

Feng Ce turned to look over and nodded lightly, "Mr. Tang."

Mr. Tang touched the tender hand in his arm, but his eyes fell on Wen Qi, "Who is this?"

Feng Ce frowned slightly, and his voice became slightly colder, "My wife, Wen Qi."

Mr. Tang was shocked in his heart, and quickly looked away, smiling and saying: "I have long heard that Mr. Feng's wife is beautiful and fragrant. Today, when I see her, she is indeed well-deserved, haha."

Wen Qi smiled and said, "Mr. Tang has given you too much praise, and your wife is not bad either."

Mr. Tang laughed again, and the young girl lowered her eyes shyly, but glanced at Feng Ce from the corner of her eye. Her eyes were full of philistine calculations. It would be great if she could get close to such a high-quality man.

After saying a few polite words, the two parties separated.

Feng Ce took Wen Qi and sat down at the VIP table in the front row.

Wen Qi approached him and asked in a low voice: "That Mr. Tang brought his little lover to the event so openly?"

Feng Ce cooperated and lowered his voice to satisfy her little gossip, "Mr. Tang's first wife passed away."

Wen Qi suddenly realized, no wonder, there is no wife at home, and he is rich, what kind of wife can he not find?