Chapter 122 The Woman Who Destroyed Xia Cangqiong's Life
Xia Feng said, "Aunt Lan, alcohol hurts your body!"
"Puff!"
Red wine splashed on Xia Feng's face again.
The wine spiller is still the woman who is full of alcohol.
Xia Feng didn't mind at all and said, "Aunt Lan, wine hurts your body!"
Another glass of wine splashed on Xia Feng's face.
Xia Feng kept saying that the woman had been splashing, at least a dozen times.
......
Wen Luo shouted respectfully at the woman, "Auntie!"
This drunken woman is the sister of Grandpa Wen Luo.
"Bang!"
The woman directly knocked the liquor bottle in her hand on Wenluo's head, and the liquor bottle turned into fragments, and a line of blood slowly stayed along Wenluo's forehead.
The woman took out a cigarette, took a sip, and said faintly, "You should know the reason..."
"Ye, I know I said something wrong, but I don't think it's wrong." Wen Luo said. Although we have different opinions, I still want to apologize to you. Without you, there may be no current Wenjia!"
After hearing this sentence, the woman's body trembled obviously, stretched out her hand, took a bottle of pure white wine from the counter beside her, and poured it into her red lips.
After filling the whole bottle of white wine in one breath, the woman staggered to Xia Feng. Her white and tender jade hands were like a girl, and she stretched out to Xia Feng tremblingly, as if she wanted to touch Xia Feng's face.
Xia Feng retreated half a step and dodged.
Seeing Xia Feng's behavior, the woman's mouth grinned with a trace of self-mocking, holding a bottle of white wine, and finally walked out of the clubhouse half-shaky.
In the eyes of some unwitting people, the back looks particularly charming.
In the eyes of some informed people, the back looks particularly lonely and cold.
Xia Feng looked at Wen Luo and said, "You are really not a thing!"
Wen Luo asked, "Don't you hate her?"
This woman is an important part of the failure of the Xia family.
If it were this woman, the Xia family would not have fallen to this level.
Originally, the immortal couple who envied countless people finally became enemies of life and death.
If it hadn't been for this woman's knife that hurt Xia Cangqiong's heart, it would have been that the Xia family would have become the first family in China.
When Xia Feng was about to reply, Ling Muwei took Xia Feng's coat on the sofa and said lightly, "It's getting late. Let's go back!"
"Oh!" Xia Feng answered and said with a faint smile. President Ouyang, my wife asked me to go home. Do you envy me?
"Xia Feng, you have guts!" Ouyang Su gritted his teeth and said coldly.
"Ye�. Of course, I have seeds, and my genes are so good that I will definitely let my wife leave me one or two descendants and benefit all mankind!"
As soon as Xia Feng finished saying this, he immediately felt a pain in his waist and looked at Ling Muwei helplessly. Unexpectedly, our noble and elegant president would also twist people, woman...
When Xia Feng was about to walk out of the clubhouse, his body suddenly paused and his eyes became extremely sharp. He said lightly, "Master Wen, please tell him "Wen Wudao" and let him take care of himself!"
After saying that, without waiting for Luo to answer, he walked out of the clubhouse.
Everyone was surprised!
Debt collection! This boy really came back to collect debts!
Twenty-five years ago, it was Wen Wudao who broke one of Xia Feng's arms, and then indirectly caused Grandpa to die of illness. Grandpa was far away from Yanjing City, and the Xia family gradually began to decline.
Xia Feng reminded Wen Wu to take care of his health. The moral is obvious that the debt collector is back!
Wen Luo didn't say anything, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
In a dark corner, an old man with a wrinkled face slowly opened his turbid eyes: "Fifty years, I have seen that look again..."
"Xiaobao, are you listening to me?"
The beautiful teenager who lowered his head and played with his mobile phone said without raising his head, "A! Grandpa! Let's talk about it later. I'm about to clear the customs.
......
Shang Daji looked at the thin rain beside him and asked, "How about it? Isn't that look great?"
The thin rain nodded.
That look is like a high emperor, which gives people a sense of submission from the bottom of their hearts.
Wen Luo shouted to Shang Daji, "Sister Daji!"
Shang Daji smiled charmingly: "Xiao Luo is getting more and more courageous."
"Sister Daji, who do you think is stronger between me and this Xia Feng?"
"Ha, I can't say anything about this. You'd better ask your second brother." Shang Daji said with a smile.
Yanjing has three heroes.
Wen Jiazhongmou, Jiang Jia Xiaobao, Su Jia Jiupu.
Wen Luo's second brother, Wen Zhongmou, is as famous as his man and has a strategic strategy. It is said that a young man is most likely to reach the height of the summer sky.
"There should be no need for my second brother to take action..." Wen Luo laughed. Sister Daji, let's wait and see.
"Ye." Shang Daji smiled charmingly.
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After leaving Shangyu Club, Han Feiyu carried Ye Xing home and Ling Muwei took Xia Feng home.
After returning to Xia's house, it was past 11 p.m.
Xia Feng returned to the room. After taking a cold shower, he lay lazily ** and looked at the ceiling in a daze.
After taking a shower, Ling Muwei did not wear pajamas, but wore the overall OL dark blue uniform, then covered her body with a blanket, and then turned off the light. It seemed that she was not very relieved about Xia Feng.
The clock on the wall is walking minute by minute. Because the room is very dark, no one knows what time it is or whether the two of them have fallen asleep or not.
Xia Feng's voice sounded: "If you want to ask, just ask..."
Ling Muwei said, "Your real purpose of returning to Yanjing is not to complete the marriage contract with me, but for the 25th-year martial arts competition of the top ten families half a year later, right?"
In the quiet night, her voice was so beautiful.
"Nothing, just get something back!"
Ling Muwei said lightly, "What if it fails?"
Xia Feng suddenly laughed: "If you fail, you will be a widow!" Of course, maybe one day I will be in a good mood and have a dream to let you remarry! Haha..."
Before Xia Feng finished laughing, a pillow came back.
Xia Feng smelled the faint fragrance on the pillow and said jokingly, "Hey! Muwei, do you know that I'm uncomfortable sleeping on a pillow, so you deliberately threw your pillow to me?
"I found that you care more and more about me. Okay, I'm going to bed! Good night, kiss!"
Ling Muwei couldn't help rolling her eyes and a sentence surged in her heart: "This man is too thick-skinned!"
The night is such silence.
Slowly, Xia Feng's breathing began to become stable, obviously falling asleep.
"This bastard really slept. That's my pillow!"