After a while, she added angrily: "Mr. Fu won't be so ignorant of the style, right?"
Fu Guining didn't respond to her. He walked out of the hotel with long steps. He had long legs and a long stride. It was a little difficult for Zheng Miao to follow.
Fu Guining glanced back at her, and when he met Zheng Miao's somewhat resentful gaze, he paused and subconsciously slowed down.
Zheng Miao naturally noticed Fu Guining's movements, she curled her lips and followed him.
Outside the hotel, rows of street lamps were lit, and she and Fu Guining stood in the middle of the road, their figures elongated.
A Rolls-Royce stopped in front of them, and the driver helped Fu Guining open the back seat door.
Before Fu Guining could react, Zheng Miao took the lead and sat on it.
She smiled sweetly and said thank you to the driver.
Fu Guining laughed angrily. He lowered his eyes and met Zheng Miao's gaze. The light of the street lamp hit his face, and there was a dividing line of light and shadow from his eyebrow bone to the bridge of his nose, making his facial features appear deeper and deeper.
Zheng Miao sighed in her heart and turned back to guests: "Come up quickly. Thank you in advance, Mr. Fu."
Fu Guining found that there was nothing he could do against her, so he had to give up.
In the silent carriage, there was only the faint sound of Fu Guining reading the newspaper.
Zheng Miao bit her lip, quietly pulled down her shawl, and leaned into Fu Guining's arms.
The newspaper was crumpled beneath her.
"Mr. Fu, you can't blame me for the instability of the car." Her voice was aggrieved.
It's a pity that she guessed wrong. Fu Guining didn't accept this trick. He pushed her away indifferently and only looked at her lightly.
Zheng Miao clenched her fists and bumped into him again.
She squeezed Fu Guining's collar tightly, as if she was afraid of being pushed away, and even rubbed Fu Guining's neck.
"Pfft."
There was a brief laugh from the passenger seat.
The secretary turned his head and looked back with a look of laughter on his face. When he saw the murderous look in his boss's eyes, he quietly retracted his head.
"Zheng Miao, pay attention to your identity."
Fu Guining was always as calm as a bell, with a bit of coldness in his eyes.
"Is it appropriate for you to do this? What will Mrs. Lin think if she finds out?"
Hearing the words that disgusted her, Zheng Miao sat up straight without haste, but ignored Fu Guining's momentary daze.
Fu Guining felt a little irritable in his heart. When he was about to speak, he heard Zheng Miao laughing and muttering: "Then can I rely on being single?"
His desire to have an attack suddenly calmed down.
The car stopped at Zheng Miao's community. Before getting off the car, Zheng Miao did not forget to tease Fu Guining.
She liked to see Fu Guining, who had always been cold and noble, look helpless in front of her.
"Fu Guining, can't you come and sit at my house?"
After Zheng Miao got out of the car, she leaned against the half-lowered window and said goodbye to Fu Guining reluctantly.
Fu Guining frowned and glanced at the bright villa, the expression on his face became colder and colder.
"Watch your words."
After saying that, he raised the car window with an indifferent expression. Zheng Miao sighed a few times and watched the car go away before going home.
She opened the door and took just one glance, then the feeling of disgust slowly crept up.
Lin Zhixu stood at the door waiting for her angrily. He took her arm and pulled her into the room.
He ruffled his hair and asked her loudly: "What have you been doing? Why are you back so late?"
Zheng Miao couldn't help but find it a little funny.
She crossed her arms and replied calmly: "Work, busy."
"Busy at work? Is your job to hook up with Fu Guining?"
Lin Zhixu exploded all of a sudden, his eyes turning red with anger.
He had seen it all. Zheng Miao got off a valuable Rolls-Royce and said goodbye to Fu Guining coquettishly with an expression he had never seen before.
The more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. He felt that Zheng Miao's attitude toward Fu Guining was a little too intimate.
Lin Zhixu stared at her dress for a long time, then laughed again: "You are dressed like this, and you told me that you went to work?"
Zheng Miao nodded and said, "So?"
"You're lying!" Lin Zhixu felt a wave of betrayal and anger rushing into his mind.
He saw Zheng Miayan's red lips and confirmed his thoughts.
He smiled coldly and pulled the indifferent Zheng Miao in front of him.
Lin Zhixu pushed Zheng Miao onto the sofa and vigorously tore open the little dress that was tightly wrapped around Zheng Miao's body. His body became increasingly hot.
When he touched the smooth and tender skin, his eyes turned red. He didn't think about anything but to press Zheng Miao hard under him.
"Lin Zhixu, you are sick!"
Zheng Miao struggled vigorously, and her dress was torn open, exposing a large area of skin. A cold feeling hit her, and she kicked between Lin Zhixu's legs.
Her breathing was a little rapid, and the place where Lin Zhixu touched felt dirty. She did not hide her disgust towards him.
"You can do it with Fu Guining, why can't you do it with me?" Lin Zhixu gritted his teeth in pain, but before letting go of the evil thoughts in his heart, he came closer.
Zheng Miaomou exerted all her strength and slapped her face that disgusted her.
She said mockingly: "Didn't you bring me and Fu Guining together? Why, do you regret it now?"
