After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

Chapter 607 They are brothers, so they stab each other with knives

"late night,"

Fu Tingchen looked at the person in front of him with dark eyes, but didn't speak.

But just these two words are hot enough.

Seeing the man's unabashed scorching gaze, Shi Wan blushed, bit her lip and said angrily.

"Do you want it? If you don't want it, I can..."

"want,"

Fu Tingchen's slightly condensed eyes became deeper and darker, and his voice became hoarse.

"of course yes,"

His white and slender fingers caressed his wife's red lips, his voice was tense and hoarse.

"Wan Wan wants to use this place to help me, or?"

The deep and hoarse voice was completely opposite to Fu Tingchen's clear and ascetic temperament.

When Shiwan heard these words, the scarlet color on his face deepened.

She immediately covered his mouth and said in a low voice.

"Stop talking, you can do whatever you want."

This is also how she feels sorry for her husband.

Fu Tingchen took Shi Wan's hand away, put it to his lips and kissed it.

"it is good."

Soon, the two met frankly and honestly, exhaled, breathed, and blended.

The fiery love is like thousands of vines, enveloping the two of them.

Being in love is a kind of luck.

But this kind of luck is not available to everyone.

At this time, the KING clubhouse.

He Yan sat on the seat, drinking glass after glass of wine.

The food in hand was not moved at all.

There was no emotion on that exquisite and monstrous face, and the whole person was surprisingly quiet.

After knowing each other for so many years, this is the first time to see He Yan frustrated like this, really.

Wen Jincheng was sitting on the back of the chair, playing with the wine glass with his slender fingers, looking at his friend with warm and steady eyes, with a faint smile on his mouth.

interesting.

"Wen Jincheng,"

He Yan filled the glass of wine, raised his hand to finish drinking, and looked at his friend dissatisfied.

"Are you still a brother?"

"certainly,"

Wen Jincheng curled his lips, put the wine in the glass to his mouth and sipped slightly, his voice was as clear and clear as ever, making it impossible to find any mistakes.

"Otherwise I wouldn't be here."

He Yan raised his eyebrows, undisguised bitterness and sarcasm appeared on his handsome and monstrous face.

"Are you watching my joke here?"

"That's right, then,"

Wen Jincheng's smile deepened.

"Is it because of Joan?"

He lit up a cigarette and took a deep breath, and there was unabashed ridicule in his gentle voice.

"I really didn't expect that you, a romantic young man who often stays among the flowers, finally fell into the hands of a little white flower who has not experienced much in the world."

"Small white flowers are better than man-eating flowers,"

He Yan leaned lazily on the back of the chair, eyes stained with drunkenness and with a thin smile, watching his friend speak lazily.

"It is said that,"

He shook the wine glass in his hand, the warm light shone brightly on the wine in the crystal wine glass, imprinted in his slightly raised peach blossom eyes, adding a bit of swaying sparkle.

"That woman Song Weilan is back?"

Kyoto is just that big.

Many things, he wondered too easily.

I just didn't expect that this woman would dare to come back.

There are always some people and some things, which are the scars in my heart that cannot heal.

Heyan's 'counterattack' can be described as hitting the nail on the head.

Hearing Song Weilan's name, the smile on the corner of Wen Jincheng's mouth gradually faded, and a bit of coldness appeared in his moist eyes.

He Yan was keenly aware of the change in his friend's mood, and smiled with his thin lips.

"It's still so pleasing to the eye."

Thinking of the phrase 'He Yan, we are not suitable,' my heart was filled with panic.

It's funny to say that he didn't even ask why it wasn't suitable.

He Yan picked up the wine bottle and continued to drink for himself.

Wen Jincheng didn't drink, picked up the cigarette with his slender white fingertips, put it to his lips and lit it.

Gray-white smoke slowly spewed out from his mouth and nose, covering that warm and jade-like face behind it.

In the elegant movements, there is a charm exclusive to mature men.

The oppressive atmosphere was interrupted by a phone call.

What is the phone number?

He Yan immediately raised his eyebrows and glanced at his mobile phone which was in a black screen state, then picked up a cigarette and started smoking, his eyes narrowed.

The corners of her lips were slightly raised, with self-deprecation that couldn't be concealed.

Wen Jincheng glanced at the number on the caller ID and pressed the answer button directly.

"what's up?"

"gentlemen,"

The housekeeper's anxious voice came from the phone.