Chapter 1114
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"You want to peep on us?" Gu Mohan smoked his cigarette and gave Fu Qinglun a devilish look.
"…"
Fu Qinglun wanted to kick him again.
But Gu Mohan's expression had already explained everything. Fu Qinglun picked up the wine glass and gulped down the red wine.
"Don't drink too much, this wine is very strong," Gu Mohan reminded him.
"Oh." Fu Qinglun replied and poured himself another glass of wine.
The presidents were having a great time chatting and they were all discussing the art of masturbation. "Let me tell you, when it comes to women, you have to bully them properly. If you don't bully them, they will climb over your head and bully you!"
Gu Mohan narrowed his eyes. It was very lively over there and it was especially quiet where he and Fu Qinglun were. But the beauties who were passing by all turned their gazes over. The silence in the depths of the bustling city was often the gathering place of the true leaders, the true rulers.
Gu Mohan didn't think much of what these presidents were saying. According to the standards just now, the best way for a woman to love you was to lower her head and spend two hundred dollars. True love could be found everywhere.
It was just a joke.
Gu Mohan glanced sideways at Fu Qinglun. Fu Qinglun's long fingers were holding onto a glass of red wine and he was swirling it lazily. The red liquid splashed onto the glass and he downed another glass of wine.
He was definitely drunk.
Gu Mohan stretched his hand out and snatched the red wine glass from his palm. "You're still feeling wronged?"
Fu Qinglun glanced sideways at Gu Mohan and his expression was a little unhappy. "When did I write that I'm feeling wronged?"
Gu Mohan curved his thin lips. "In your family … it's Lin Shiyu who bullied you, right?"
"…"
There was no way they could be friends anymore!
Fu Qinglun got up and left.
Gu Mohan called out from behind. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going out for a smoke."
…
Along the corridor.
Fu Qinglun was smoking. He had one hand in his trouser pocket and the other hand was holding onto a cigarette. His handsome back was leaning against the wall lazily and one of his legs was stretched forward while the other was bent. He lowered his head and smoked quietly.
At this moment, two beautiful ladies walked past and their eyes landed on Fu Qinglun. Their eyes lit up.
The retro palace lanterns in the cloister illuminated his handsome face. Every line of his handsome face looked like it had been meticulously drawn by an artist. The cuffs of his white shirt were not unbuttoned, but they wrapped around his firm and thin wrists, making him look exceptionally charming.
"Handsome, do you want to buy us a drink?" The beauty couldn't help but go up and chat.
Fu Qinglun lifted his handsome face and looked at the two beauties coldly.
"Scram."
He simply spat out a word.
The two beauties' faces contorted in anger. They twisted their butts and left. "Stop pretending. If you have the ability, don't f * ck a woman."
Fu Qinglun slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke. There were many women, but he only wanted to sleep with one.
In his mind, he recalled what he had seen that day in the lobby of the Yi Foundation, when she was wearing a black dress …
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he licked his dry lips.
That 'Lin Shiyu' had seduced him just now, but he had not reacted at all.
Whenever he thought of her now, he would feel hot all over.
He had really fallen for her.
At this moment, a melodious cell phone ringtone sounded. He took out his cell phone and saw that it was Auntie Su.
"Hello, Sir, where have you been? Come and take a look. Little Master has woken up. He's probably hungry and is crying right now."
Fu Qinglun promptly straightened his body. He extinguished the cigarette butt and threw it into the bin, turning around to leave. "Got it."
…
In the room.
Auntie Su opened the room door and Fu Qinglun walked in with steady steps. In the pram, Little Shushu was crying his heart out.
Fu Qinglun stretched out his arms to carry Little Shushu.
Little Shushu glanced at his Daddy, pouting his lips and sobbing pitifully.
"Sir, Little Master must be hungry. I'll go get Miss Lin now." Auntie Su turned around to leave.
"Don't call her. She doesn't have any milk." Fu Qinglun moved his thin lips.
Auntie Su stopped in her tracks and was puzzled. "Sir, what do you mean? Once a woman gives birth, she will produce milk. This cannot be faked."
Fu Qinglun furrowed his brows and handed Little Shushu over to Auntie Su. "Feed him some water first. I'll go get some milk."
What did he mean?
Auntie Su was confused and the man had already left.
…
Along the corridor.
Fu Qinglun walked forward. When he turned a corner, a beautiful figure suddenly barged in front of him. It was Lin Shiyu.
Lin Shiyu's face was still covered with a black veil. She was here to look for Little Shushu. As his mother, she knew that Little Shushu would definitely be hungry at this hour.
She stopped in her tracks because her eyes met with Fu Qinglun's.
Meeting each other had caught her off guard.
Both of them stopped in their tracks. Fu Qinglun's cold eyes landed on her. His gaze was deep and hot.
Lin Shiyu averted her gaze and walked away, brushing past him.
But in the next second, a large hand grasped her slender wrist and the man's husky voice resounded in her ears. "My son is hungry, he wants to drink milk."
Lin Shiyu felt that his palm was hot. His body temperature was not normal, it was a little scorching.
His words …
She lifted her pretty almond-shaped eyes and looked at him.
Fu Qinglun's gaze lowered, landing on the curve of her chest. "Do you have milk?"
"…"
Lin Shiyu's face was a little unnatural under the black veil. She wanted to retract her wrist.
But she did not. Fu Qinglun flung her forcefully, throwing her against the wall at the corner.
"Pah!" He slammed his palms against the wall and his slender body bent over slightly. His fringe covered his cold face and he forcefully and domineeringly trapped her between his chest and the wall.
Such a refined and refined man had also started to act like a gangster.
His handsome facial features kept enlarging in her vision. Lin Shiyu could smell the faint scent of alcohol on his body. He had drunk.
Was he drunk?
She placed her fair hands on his muscular chest, wanting to push him away.
"You're going to push me again?" He looked at her.
It was a hidden threat and warning.
Lin Shiyu's luscious lashes quivered. She felt that there was something different about him. He was very dangerous.
Fu Qinglun lifted his long fingers to unbutton her collar. She had changed into a white cotton dress for the convenience of feeding. It was very loose and there were a few buttons in front of the collar. It was very convenient for him to do what he wanted.
"You've always bullied me in the past. I'm going to bully you tonight."
What was he saying?
Lin Shiyu did not know what was wrong with him. She quickly pressed his large hands down, not allowing him to undo her collar.
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