Chapter 902

That's a complete splinter.

Even if Feng Xian beat him, he didn't react at all.

The phoenix was tired, crying enough, and sat on the ground, in a daze,

"Impatiens!"

Yan Zheng's tortured voice sounded over and over again.

Feng Xian took out the double-sided tape and sealed his mouth.

Then, standing at the head of the bed, he looked at Yan Zheng condescendingly, as if he was looking at his prey.

"Yan Zheng, you bastard." She gritted her teeth and scolded him.

"You've ruined my life. You make me lose the ability to love someone. You've left me with no hope for the future. ”

Feng Xian turned around, the more she thought about it, the more depressed she became, she took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, opened it and drank it happily with her neck tilted.

She walked to the side of the bed, and in those beautiful and bewitching eyes, all the unwilling gathered into a fierce and fierce light.

In the end, she rudely pulled Yan Zheng's clothes off......

The chaotic consciousness, with that pain, gathered little by little.

I don't know when it began, Fengxian's life is inseparable from wine.

Maybe it's the countless lonely nights that need to rely on alcohol to expel insomnia. Gradually, she became an addict to alcohol.

Fengxian drank bottle after bottle, obviously wanting to use alcohol to expel her unwillingness, but in the end, all the unwillingness turned into ants gnawing at every nerve, making her agitated.

She hurriedly dressed him, cleaned up the incriminating evidence, and sprayed her favorite perfume...... Rose perfume.

Even though all traces of her mistakes were erased, her heart was still pounding.

She despised herself, how could she do such a thing that violated morality.

Feng Xian looked at the messy room and was completely awakened at this moment.

What a terrible mistake she made, she actually slept with Yan Zheng, a married man.

Oh my God, what is she doing?

After Yan Zheng slept all night, he slowly opened his eyes, and the hangover headache made him frown.

Zhan Fengxian was lying on the sofa bed next to him, and when Yan Zheng saw Fengxian, it was as if he saw a monster, and he jumped up from the bed all of a sudden.

"Zhan Fengxian, why are you here?"

When she thought of the gentle and virtuous Tan Xiaoyu of the Yan family, she felt so sorry for others.

At this moment, Feng Xian, who was condemned by her conscience, was so pained that she grabbed her hair. I wish I could tear my hair off one by one and use such pain to divert the pain of her conscience.

After a long period of repentance, the impatiens finally came up with a way to make up for this mistake - she would keep the secret for eternity.

Yan Zheng smirked.

Feng Xian looked at him speechlessly, "Yan Zheng, you ...... What do you mean? Do you think that if you live with me, I will do you badly? ”

She said something that was a little lacking.

Then he looked down at his clothes and made sure they were in good condition, and then he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"I'm not worried that you will treat me badly, I'm worried that I will mistreat you after I get drunk."

Fengxian said, "Don't worry, you slept like a dead pig yesterday, and nothing happened." ”