In terms of knowing and controlling women, Chen Chu at this time is undoubtedly an "old knife and gun", and in his more than 40 years of life experience in his previous life, he left such an impression:

The vast majority of beauties, don't look at their glamorous appearance, but most of their boudoirs or private spaces are neat and tidy!

Although the rooms at the Holiday Inn are not considered boudoirs, living here alone can barely be considered a private space.

Due to Feng Jingwen's hurried arrival, and the occupancy rate of Changhe Holiday Inn is relatively high, the suite set by Changhe Textile Bureau for Feng Jingwen is not the kind that separates the living room from the bedroom, but uses hollow display shelves to divide a long room into two functional areas.

As Chen Chu walked into the so-called living room part of this suite, the environment here once again confirmed Chen Chu's impression of a beautiful boudoir.

Feng Jingwen didn't feel anything wrong when she checked in, but now, Feng Jingwen, who had already been tortured by the scene in the room, had a fever on her face and hot ears, biting her red cherry lips hard, secretly regretting why she wanted to live in this kind of guest room in the first place, and why she didn't clean up the room before going out, but she didn't regret inviting Chen Chu to come.

Seeing that his pure white tight-fitting pants that he had just changed out of his short time were lying on the armrest of the guest sofa as if he had spread his legs, and the black silk tights that he wore outside the close-fitting pants and shaped for his beautiful legs were messed up and just happened to be still in the crotch of the pants, which was inevitably reminiscent of a lot.

With Feng Jingwen's hurried tossing, the living room part is finally no longer charming, but the light pink silk transparent suspender short nightdress that is displayed on the snow-white sheets jumps into the eyes of Chen Chu and Feng Jingwen at the same time through the hollow display shelf, which can't help but give people the feeling of pressing down the gourd.

Rushing into the bedroom again and hiding the nightdress on the bed, Feng Jingwen was stunned, avoiding Chen Chu's gaze, and came to the living room, "You sit, Chen Chu." ”

As Feng Jingwen was busy, Chen Chu's mood turned into a shallow sourness in a dark smile.

The graceful figure in front of him, the face that was embellished with shame and even more charming, including the faint body fragrance that appeared from time to time in the guest room, were all owned by him Chen Chu.

Now, the former beauty has become someone else's fiancée, which makes Chen Chu a little jealous of Daejeon Maeyoung while forgiving the teasing of fate.

"Chen Chu, do you drink tea? Or coffee? Or is it a drink? Wine? ”

Although the hospitality drinks prepared in the hotel are so-so and classless, their varieties are quite rich, but Feng Jingwen, who was standing in front of the simple small bar at the entrance, was extremely at a loss:

I love him so much! I don't even know what he likes?!

When Chen Chu and Feng Jingwen fell in love, they were still in high school, and due to the constraints of conditions, they spent most of their time either under the moon, or snowy and close to nature, or they were active in the cinema, ice rink, and library.

"Don't be busy, I won't drink anything."

Although Chen Chu said that she would not drink anything, Feng Jingwen still filled the electric kettle with water, and while standing there waiting for the water to boil, she whispered, "Chen Chu, I ...... Daejeon and I are ...... It's self-defeating...... Just...... The relationship was determined, in fact, I did not have a ...... for Daejeon Not much emotion! ”

Although Feng Jingwen is very vague about Chen Chu's eating habits, she is very clear about Chen Chu's character, she knows what the relationship between her and Daejeon Qianying is, as long as she doesn't say it, then Chen Chu will never ask.

Therefore, Feng Jingwen took the initiative to talk about her and Daejeon Qianying.

The emotional entanglement between Feng Jingwen and Daejeon Qianying is not very practical for much time, the electric kettle has just popped up to show boiling, and Feng Jingwen has clearly finished talking about the causes and consequences of her and Daejeon Qianying.

"That's it, I feel that my age is not too young, besides, Datian and his family are very good to me, so ......" While speaking, Feng Jingwen had already made a cup of tea for Chen Chu.

Although these words did not remove the guilt in Feng Jingwen's heart for her first love, Feng Jingwen felt a lot more relaxed after explaining her helplessness.

On the contrary, if Feng Jingwen said that she was in love because of the loss of contact, Chen Chu would wish her happiness without any worries, and now, from Feng Jingwen's words, Chen Chu can tell that Feng Jingwen does not love Daejeon Qianying very much, and he feels that it is necessary to prevent Feng Jingwen's marriage, but Chen Chu has no confidence to give Feng Jingwen a good home, which can't help but add a lot of psychological burden to Chen Chu.

"Really? You two are really ......" Until Feng Jingwen walked in front of him and bent down to put the teacup in his hand on the coffee table, Chen Chu didn't find the right words, but under the gaze of the first woman in his life, he said what was in his heart, "I don't agree with you marrying Datian, there are more good men in this world, why do you want to marry a Japanese!" Moreover, his height can't be handled! ”

Since the reunion with Chen Chu, Feng Jingwen knew that it would be difficult for her to marry Datian Qianying again, of course, there was this kind of thought, just out of herself, now, after hearing Chen Chu's words, Feng Jingwen's heart, suddenly, as if from the bottom of her heart to the tip of her heart, that kind of sweet honey wrapped in joyful feelings, Feng Jingwen is extremely useful.

it! What did I tell her to do this!

The man is unmarried, the woman is unmarried, Feng Jingwen wants to start from the beginning, it is understandable, Chen Chu certainly understands this.

And from Feng Jingwen's eyes, Chen Chu felt that he was going to be a bad dish today, and while secretly scolding himself for not having a firm "will", he accelerated his thinking to find the best correspondence.

However, Feng Jingwen would not leave time for Chen Chu to think of the best plan.

At noon today, when Chen Chu quietly slipped away from the wedding banquet and chased out of the door of the restaurant, Feng Jingwen was still very sad, but soon Feng Jingwen's heart was occupied by joy again, she was sure that Chen Chu not only had her in her heart, but Chen Chu's slipping away was because of his helplessness.

Therefore, when facing Chen Chu again, although she still had this or that panic in her heart, she did not have the kind of panic that Chen Chu no longer cared about her and made her the most afraid, and now if she would not use Chen Chu's words of disagreeing with her marrying a Japanese, would Feng Jingwen still be qualified to become a marketing planner of an internationally renowned company?

"Well, I'll listen to you!"

"What...... What do you want to hear...... Listen to me?! "If you talk about this kind of little cleverness, Chen Chu has never been Feng Jingwen's opponent, and now, he has dug a pit by himself and buried himself, how can his words not stumble, "I...... Jingwen, it's a little late today, let's ......" As he spoke, Chen Chu stood up and wanted to go again.

But he didn't want to, Feng Jingwen's seat was just facing away from the door, blocking Chen Chu's way out, and when Chen Chu quickly moved his body out of the sofa, the big warm fragrance had already rushed into his arms, just when his lips couldn't refuse the two delicate lip flaps that followed closely, Ji Jie's words suddenly occupied Chen Chu's mind:

You're going to give her tonight!

You're going to give her tonight!

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