Fu Sicheng called Song Qingman.

Song Qingman looked at the mobile phone on the floor ringing, Fu Sicheng's name flashed on the screen, Song Qingman poured red wine, raised the wine glass and shook it slightly, muttering to herself: "If you don't want to come, I want you to come." ”

Song Qingman raised her head and drank the red wine, her face was slightly red, and her eyes were misty.

Fu Sicheng made several calls in a row but no one answered, he put on his clothes and rushed to Song Qingman's apartment.

Fu Sicheng arrived at Song Qingman's apartment, and he rang the doorbell.

At this moment, the door opened.

Su Yuan: "............"

Song Qingman leaned against the door frame in a suspender nightdress, and Su Yuan hurriedly turned his back, ignoring incivility.

"I have a headache." Song Qingman's tone was coquettish, she would never say such a thing to Fu Sicheng when she was sober, she knew that Fu Sicheng didn't like that kind of delicate, hypocritical and contrived woman.

"Can you help me make a cup of decanting tea?"

Song Qingman went on the offensive again.

Fu Sicheng's dark eyes looked at Song Qingman, and his thin lips were pursed.

Song Qingman stepped forward two steps forward and took Fu Sicheng's arm into the door, she closed the door, slightly tiptoe her hands to hook his neck, she shouted his name coquettishly, and then her lips touched his Adam's apple, Song Qingman put Fu Sicheng's hand on her thin waist, and she shouted his name in a blur, over and over again.

Just when Song Qingman was emotional, Fu Sicheng pushed her away indifferently.

Song Qingman's back was against the wall, and the cold touch made her sober up.

Fu Sicheng walked into the house, and he saw red wine bottles scattered on the coffee table, and the room was in a mess, and it was not cleaned at first glance.

He picked a relatively clean and tidy sofa to sit down, Song Qingman walked in, Fu Sicheng raised his eyes to look at her: "Fu is in the H state-owned branch, I plan to let you go, the position of vice president." ”

Song Qingman chuckled, she looked up at the flower board, and then looked at Fu Sicheng, "Are you trying to send me away?" ”

"It's a good opportunity, you can think about it."

Song Qingman walked up to Fu Sicheng, she boldly straddled his lap, and Fu Sicheng's eyes were not shocked.

"Why?" Song Qingman asked.

"There's no reason."

"Even if you cover up Chi Ran, you still make such a request to me, Si Cheng, you are too much."

Fu Sicheng looked at Song Qingman, Song Qingman approached his handsome face, "You give me a child, and I'll leave." ”

Fu Sicheng twisted his eyebrows, Song Qingman covered Fu Sicheng's lips, and her hands wrapped around his neck.

Fu Sicheng picked up Song Qingman, Song Qingman gasped slightly, and said with a smile: "Chi Ran killed my child, you pay me a child, it's a good deal." ”

"I think you're very drunk!" Fu Sicheng's voice was a little cold.

Song Qingman held Fu Sicheng's hand and pressed it on his Yuehun department, "Don't you want it?" ”

"Si Cheng, give me a child, okay?" Song Qingman covered Fu Sicheng's ears, and in the next second, her movements were crazy and fast.

Fu Sicheng raised his hand and ripped her away, Song Qingman had already bit his lip to bleed, her lip was knocked by his teeth, and blood beads appeared on both lips.

Song Qingman fell on the sofa on the side, Fu Sicheng reached out and touched his lips, his fingertips were stained with blood, his eyes were gloomy, Song Qingman laughed, laughed and laughed but cried, "Why not." ”

Fu Sicheng raised his legs and walked out, Song Qingman hugged him from behind regardless of the image, and his voice was choked: "Sicheng, don't go." ”

"I'm just in too much pain, I don't know how to spend the days ahead, don't transfer me, don't leave me alone......"

"Si Bao..."