The Seventh Bride of President

Feng Yichen didn't know how long he had been sitting on the chair. He only knew that the light in the study changed from bright to dark, and from dark to bright.

Those who he did not know, have become a debt.

Isn't it good to have one other and two widths?

Are you happy?

Why do we have to go this far?

Like a person, not to look at her happiness to be at ease?

Feng Yichen stands up and staggers out of the study. He goes downstairs to the cellar and gets drunk.

When Feng Shaojin finds him, Feng Yichen is lying on the stone slab, his cheeks are flushed, his eyes are drunk and confused, and he is full of worries and wants to talk.

Feng Shaojin twisted her eyebrows, smelled the mellow smell of wine, looked at the wine bottles rolling down on the ground and asked, "what's the matter with you?"

"Brother, like a person, what is it like?" Feng Yi Chen smiles, hands rubbing the head after the hangover, "will occasionally think of her, will hope she had a good time?"

"Who are you talking about?" Feng Shaojin asked alertly.

"Oh Feng Yichen closed his eyes and shook his head: "I'll ask."

Half of his clothes were open, and half of his head was sticking out of the woodcarving doll hidden in his chest.

Feng Shaojin squints her eyes and grabs the woodcarving doll in her hand.

"Give it back to me." Feng Yichen's heart is in a flash, and even his drunkenness is half gone. He reaches for it and grabs it.

Feng Shaojin raised her hand to avoid his attack and saw the vivid face of the woodcarving doll.

It's Chu Yunyao!

Feng Shaojin: ---

Feng Shaojin gritted her teeth with hatred: "if you don't like something promising, you should like the woman of Mo Lingyuan!"

Feng Shaojin does not have the good spirit to throw the woodcarving doll back to Feng Yichen's arms, "if also teacher also friend, then will be this kind of feeling."

"What about Mo Lingwei?" Feng Yichen took the woodcarving doll and held it in his palm like a treasure. "Since you like her, don't you want her to have a good life?"

"Ben Shuai doesn't just like Ling Wei." Feng Shaojin seldom opens his heart to Feng Yichen who is drunk. He opens a bottle of wine and sits down beside him. His voice is hoarse and tired: "how long have you been with Chu Yunyao?

From the beginning, you know that Chu Yunyao is a young lady of Mohist school. You can't have a result.

And Chu Yunyao, she has a deep love for Mo Lingyuan, and she has never had any love for you.

Your feelings for Chu Yunyao can only stop here.

But I'm different from Ling Wei. I fell in love with her from the very beginning. I just wanted to grow old together.

We've had real contacts, and we've even started to talk about marriage.

She should belong to me. How do you let me watch her marry others and have children for other men?

You won't understand

Feng Yichen: ---

Feng Shaojin took another sip of wine: "men in this world, if they really have her, they can't let go in their life."

Feng Yichen thin lips moved, hook out a smile, voice pale, "brother, Ling Wei, she is pregnant!"

Feng Shaojin: "it seems that time and space are still at this moment. Feng Shaojin thinks that she heard wrong:" what do you say? "

"Mo Lingwei, she's been pregnant for more than a month..."

Feng Yichen puts down her bottle and doesn't dare to see feng Shaojin's expression of ecstasy.

From the moment he chose to cheat Feng Shaojin, he stood on the opposite side of Feng Shaojin and could no longer gain his trust...

Feng Yichen could not imagine how desperate Feng Shaojin would be when the lie was exposed, and how he would face it?