Mr. Fu hurt her to the bone

Chapter 42

But Fu Jingxing slowly withdrew his gaze, looked down at the bloody palm: "It's okay, I'll go wash it off."

"It's okay..."

Nie Yanrong felt distressed, and hurriedly followed, but Fu Jingxing waved his hands: "You stay here, it's just a small injury."

Nie Yanrong saw that he went into the bathroom without looking back, her fine white teeth bit her soft nipples, bit by bit, and stopped.

He has always been indifferent and taciturn, with no expression of emotion or anger, he probably didn't even frown before Mount Tai collapsed, but just now, so many people surrounded him, flattering and flattering him, how could he suddenly shatter the glass.

Nie Yanrong turned around and walked slowly to the window, where Fu Jingxing was standing just now.

Li Qian was holding Zhangzhu's slender waist, walking slowly amidst the flower salute.

It's just an engagement, but it's so ostentatious and extravagant, I can't blame the Li family for having such a bad reputation outside, and being ridiculed for being a nouveau riche.

Nie Yanrong actually looked down on such a family the most, if Li Qian was not really a good person, she would not be willing to let Zhangzhu marry him.

Zhangzhu is not used to being touched like this, especially Li Qian who somehow seems to be extremely stubborn today, no matter how stiff her body is, or how obvious her resistance is, Li Qian still insists on holding her tight waist, and even let the two bodies get closer and closer.

Zhangzhu's face turned red slightly, and finally reached the hall, Li Qian had to let go of his hand to go to a party.

Only then did Zhang Zhu heave a sigh of relief, and the people from the Li family welcomed her into the lounge, she sat down, with the long skirt as a cover, kicked off her shoes, and finally relaxed completely.

In the following ceremony, Zhang Zhu felt like she was being led away by Li Qian like a puppet.

When exchanging engagement rings, Zhang Zhu subconsciously looked at where sister Nie Mingrong was standing.

Nie Mingrong's eyes were red, but she forced herself to smile. Nie Yanrong's eyes were bright, and she pursed her lips and looked at her.

Beside her, Fu Jingxing was nowhere to be seen.

Zhang Zhu lowered his eyes, slowly picked up the ring, and put it on Li Qian's finger.

Applause and cheers came and went, Li Qian held her tightly in his arms and kissed her.

He wanted to kiss her lips, but Zhang Zhu turned his face slightly to avoid it.

The strength of Li Qian's hugging her suddenly increased, Zhang Zhu was almost out of breath, but Li Qian whispered in her ear: "Zhang Zhu, are you unhappy?"

She suddenly became excited, and looked at Li Qian subconsciously. Li Qian's eyes were a little dark and unclear behind the lens. Zhang Zhu suppressed the resistance and displeasure in her heart, and the corners of her lips curled slightly.

Li Qian stared at her, and said slowly: "Zhangzhu, don't you kiss your fiancé?"

Zhang Zhu's eyes widened suddenly, and the voice beside him gradually subsided, but everyone was looking at them, looking forward to the affectionate kiss from the fiancee.

The smile on Nie Mingrong's face gradually faded away, Nie Yanrong squeezed her palm tightly, not daring to breathe.

Zhangzhu... Are you going to slap me hard?

(End of this chapter)