Quite petite A girl, Fang Ci recognized, she was a member of Chen Qiaoyue's little sister group, and she had been following Zhan Chengyi today.

The girl sighed when she was far away, crossed her arms and approached, smiled and dragged out the last note, and said, "Ah Ci, when did you and Wen Shao get along so well?" ”

The tone was a little unkind, and it was probably for Chen Qiaoyue's grievances.

Fang Ci had no intention of causing trouble, and his face showed that well-behaved expression, and his tone was very light, and he said, "It's just a game." We don't know each other, but we can be considered compatible. ”

This is true.

After all, Lou Yue was talking about "a person of the opposite sex present", and he didn't say that he was a person at the poker table.

Besides, Zhan Cheng is still pinching his watch on the side.

No more, no less for a minute, it really can only be said to be a game.

In the dressing room, Wen Zhiyan, who was leaning against the door panel and smoking, heard this, and lowered his eyes to laugh inexplicably.

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That night, of course, Fang Ci couldn't go back to the dormitory.

After all, she drank a full glass of Hanky Panky, walked to the door with a slightly vague step, and was about to take a taxi, when a familiar figure came up behind her, picked her up, and stuffed her into the back seat of the Maybach 62s that had been parked next to her.

She seemed to be a little drunk, and on the way back to the old villa, she kept pulling Wen Zhiyan's clothes, kicking and biting him.

Mouth muttering, smell feast, you dog, you force me to make a choice, you force me to take the initiative to go to you.

He's really bad.

pretended to be calm, and let others coax her to give Song Yuze a drink, depending on her reaction.

In the second round, when she finally couldn't bear it anymore and followed her instinct to him, she lazily met her kiss and imprisoned her in her arms.

Back to the old villa.

Wen Zhiyan put her on the sofa in the bedroom on the second floor, went to the wine cabinet to mix a glass of wine, and handed it to her, "Drink more?" ”

He laughed, "You're pretty drunk." ”

Fang Ci took it with some hatred, raised his head and drank it all, then struggled to get up from the sofa cushion, grabbed him by the collar, and pressed him onto the sofa.

She climbed on his lap and sat on his side, her hands grabbing his hair, and muttering, "You dog."

Wen Zhiyan seemed to be amused by her appearance.

He fell backwards, resting his head on the back of the sofa, raised his chin, and slid his Adam's apple up and down, bursting out with a few laughs.

A little white tooth tip was exposed, and it looked ruffian and bad.

Fang Ci was angry, leaning over and blocking his lips.

Wen Zhiyan clasped her waist with his hand and pressed it against himself, so that the two of them fit tightly.

She snorted.

A scorching, highly existential thing, clinging to her through the fabric.

Grind.

It feels so torturous.

Fang Ci only felt that the tips of his heart were numb, and he trembled all over.

But she was drunk, and her competitive heart occupied all her minds, and she would be willing to fall behind.

So he stepped back a little, and grabbed him by the neck.

He was already sweating slightly, and the ink serpentine tattoo above the Adam's apple was stained with beads of sweat, which was extremely charming.

She looked down and bit down the snake.

Wen Zhiyan hissed painfully and laughed dumbly, "You are also here with Lao Tzu." ”

"If you want to be majestic in front of others, why can't you learn it?"

Fang Ci ignored it and bit him intently.

Wen Zhiyan frowned, rolled over and pressed her down on the sofa cushion.

Long skirts are really convenient.

He picked her up and went to bed.

The bed in the master bedroom is also old European style, with draperies hanging at the corners.

The feast of smells lowers all the curtains to create a space that is isolated from the world.

She seemed to be still haunting, muttering, "Why are you so calm?" What if I really drank and gave it to Song Yuze? ”

"I won the bet."

"What if you lose your bet?"

"Then Song Yuze will die."

"Why are you so sure?" Fang Ci was very unwilling, "Are you sure I will choose you?" ”

I didn't pay attention to the banquet when I heard it, and I concentrated on doing something else.

After a few moments, it was tightly sealed.

As he proceeded slowly, he leaned over her ear, and the possessive words slammed into her eardrums, "You don't call this a good fit?" ”

Fang Ci didn't react for a while, when he heard him say unhurriedly, "...... Just because we are a match made in heaven. ”

She pressed onto his broad shoulders.

"Fang Ci," he whispered from his throat, word by word, "Lao Tzu wants you to remember: I am yours," after a pause, beads of sweat dripping down her cheeks, "and you are mine." ”

Chapter 30

That night, Song Yuze was urgently called home by a phone call from Song Chengye.

When he entered the door, he was still a little drunk, and Song Chengye looked at him like this, sighed, pulled him to sit down, and instructed the servants to cook him sobering soup.

Seeing his son drink the sobering soup, Song Chengye asked casually, "Yuze, when was the last time you met Fang Ci?"

Song Yuze's reaction was still a little sluggish, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Just now, that Zhan Cheng also held a party, and I took Fang Ci there."

"Where's she now?"

“…… She drank a little wine and took a taxi back to school by herself. ”

"She's a little girl, drank and you let her take a taxi by herself?!" Song Chengye was angry, "You!"

"What's wrong?" Song Yuze was also impatient, "You said before, let me treat her well, she is obedient now, can I please her?" Is that necessary? ”

Song Chengye extracted the key point from these words, and immediately looked at it and asked, "...... It's true? She's obedient ? ”

"Yes," Song Yuze nodded, "Don't be good, pour me wine, and you will be considerate of me when you speak."

Song Chengye frowned.

A while ago, an independent investor who didn't know where to come from suddenly appeared and bought a large number of shares of the Song Group, and became the majority shareholder of the top 5, thus even having the right to participate in the routine board of directors and participate in the group's decision-making.

It stands to reason that it is not surprising that the Song family is in the middle of the day, and it is not surprising that there are new large enterprises that buy and hold shares in large quantities, but this time, it is a natural person who invests independently, not a legal person.

This incident caused a small fluctuation in the financial circle, and even Song's stock soared.

As the chairman of the board, Song Chengye wanted to invite this independent investor to visit the company, but before he could invite him, the person took the initiative to contact him.

At the meeting tonight, the independent investor was a middle-aged man in his 50s, surnamed Wan, and Mr. Wan had a direct showdown, saying that he was actually only a shareholder on the surface, and that a young lady surnamed Fang had signed a dark stock agreement with him.

In other words, the one who now holds a large number of shares of the Song family is a young lady surnamed Fang.

Mr. Wan also said: This Miss Fang is an acquaintance of your son.

Song Chengye's pupils were shaken.

This is almost explicit, this so-called Miss Fang is Fang Ci.

Mr. Wan smiled faintly and said, "This is a gift from me." ”

Song Chengye had a lot of speculation in his heart: Could it be that Fang Ci is the illegitimate daughter of Mr. Wan in front of him?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that this guess was reasonable.

The Fang family's parents must not have known about this yet, otherwise, they would have already flaunted their might.

Moreover, if Fang Hong and Qu Yingqiu knew that their daughter had this ability, where would they have to beg the Song family to marry in a low voice?

Song Yuze leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes to recuperate, Song Chengye lit a cigarette and asked, "Recently, have there been any men around Fang Ci?" I'm close to her. ”

"Huh?" Song Yuze reacted for a while, "No." ”

The Li Youxian who pops up from time to time, Fang Ci should not look down on it, and he should not be afraid.

“…… Hasn't Fang Ci had anything unusual lately? ”

Song Chengye felt strange in his heart, that little girl was arrogant at first glance, if there was capital support behind her, how could she not turn her face with the Song family? Why do you continue to be well-behaved here?

Speaking of which, Song Yuze's conditioned reflex remembered the game tonight.

He couldn't figure out why Fang Ci would rather take the risk of kissing Shaowen than come and kiss him.

But speaking out about this really hurts my self-esteem.

At this moment, when Song Chengye asked him like this, he immediately became angry and got up on the ground, "I'm annoyed!" Are you finished? They all said that she was very well-behaved, and what could be abnormal. ”

I got up too violently, and I was already top-heavy when I drank wine, and I stumbled and almost hit the table.

When Song Chengye saw his state, he was sure that he couldn't ask anything, so he asked the servant to help him upstairs to rest, and he would talk about it when he was sober tomorrow.

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Early the next morning, Fang Ci woke up because of thirst and chest tightness, and when he opened his eyes, he understood the reason for the chest tightness-

A man's arm crossed her chest and held her tightly under her.

She pushed hard.

Instead of letting go, he slid his arms down and wrapped his arms around her waist.