Chapter 122: Wish Come True

Meng Yanchen leaned on the wall with one hand, held her waist firmly with the other hand, and lowered his head to kiss her.

It's neither light nor heavy, with cherishment and restraint, yet it reveals the long-suppressed desire between the lips and teeth.

His breathing gradually became rapid and his chest heaved violently.

After a long moment, he slightly stepped away, resting his hot forehead on her shoulder, chuckling softly as he adjusted his breathing.

Fan Shengmei held his face in her hands, and gently traced his outline with her fingertips.

"Meng Yanchen, what's wrong with you?"

He kissed her lips again, his voice low and tender.

"Ms. Fu asked me to take you home for dinner this weekend."

Fan Shengmei was stunned at first, then shock and joy flashed in her eyes, and her eyes turned slightly red.

She opened her mouth, but was speechless for a moment.

Meng Yanchen's heart softened, and he kissed her eyes tenderly.

"Don't cry."

His kiss brushed across her eyes like a feather, lingered on the tip of her nose, and finally stopped in front of her lips that were shimmering with alluring moisture.

Restraining the impulse that was about to burst, breathing hotly,

"Xiaomei, is it okay?"

Fan Shengmei took the initiative to put her arms around his neck, raised her head and kissed him, her voice soft but firm.

"Meng Yanchen... can always..."

This sentence, like a final pardon, completely opened the shackles of "restraint" on Meng Yanchen.

All the accumulated desire, love and ecstasy burst out at this moment, and there is no need to suppress it anymore.

He no longer hesitated, kissing her back fiercely as he walked towards the bedroom with steady and quick steps.

The two people's breathing intertwined, rapid and hot, and the air was filled with thick love and tenderness.

Meng Yanchen untied her tie with one hand, leaned down, and branded her neck with his hot lips, lingering on her shoulder line, leaving subtle and wet marks.

One hand was tightly intertwined with her fingers, pressing against the soft pillow, while the other hand lingered on her waist, with the palm of his hand pressed against the delicate skin of her waist and back, pressing her closer to him.

The moonlight outside the window sprinkled on Fan Shengmei's delicate face. The alcohol accelerated her blurriness, and her eyes were already watery.

In her confusion, she saw the dense beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, felt his tense muscles and the passion that almost burst out of his body, but he always took her feelings into consideration. It was a heart-pounding collision of extreme tenderness and extreme desire.

Meng Yanchen's movements were slow and firm, enough for her to adapt. His hot lips pressed against her earlobe, and he called her in a low voice over and over again.

Fan Shengmei was floating in the waves he brought, and could only hug him tighter, respond to him, and give herself completely to him.

Moonlight shines through the gauze curtains, casting a silver glow all over the ground, creating a mess...

Fan Shengmei woke up to a feeling of being wrapped in warmth and solidity.

She moved slightly, her long eyelashes trembled, and she squinted her eyes to adapt to the light in the room.

She moved her body and found that she was tightly held in Meng Yanchen's arms, with her back pressed against his warm embrace, fitting perfectly.

Fan Shengmei couldn't help but replay last night's events in her mind.

The top student is indeed a top student.

The warm winter sun shone into the house. She rubbed her eyes subconsciously and wanted to raise her hand, but she felt a ring on her left ring finger.

She raised her hands in front of her eyes in confusion.

It was an extremely exquisite diamond ring. The centerpiece was a round, exquisitely translucent pink diamond, its hue gentle and pure. Carefully supported by a circle of fine, colorless diamonds, it reflected a brilliant yet understated light.

Although it is not an exaggerated "pigeon egg" shape, it is very delicate. Every cut reveals sophistication and care, and it is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

She was lost in thought when a gentle kiss landed on the top of her head.

"woke up?"

Fan Shengmei nestled into his arms and shook the ring on her ring finger.

"What's this?"

Meng Yanchen held her hand tightly.

“I saw it that day, thought it looked nice, and bought it.”

He lowered his head and rubbed her.

"Do you like it?"

"I like it, I like it,"

Fan Shengmei turned to look at him, "But you gave me one when you proposed, so is this a wedding ring?"

"no,"

Meng Yanchen lowered his head and pecked her cheek gently, his eyes full of doting.

"Wedding rings are still being designed. This..."

He paused and looked at her, "I simply thought it looked nice and you would like it, so I bought it."

He rested his chin on the top of her head, his voice low and tender,

"I will buy you a lot more in the future. Nice-looking things that you like. You can match them with your clothes, your bags, and your mood."

There was an undeniable possessiveness in his tone.

"Let everyone know that you have a partner, so that people won't always keep thinking about you."

Fan Shengmei's heart was filled with sweetness, and she rolled her eyes and teased him deliberately.

"Mr. Meng, have you ever thought about how I keep changing my wedding rings? Will others see me and think, 'Oh, why does Fan Shengmei always change her rings? Is her relationship unstable? Are these rings from different people?'"

The gentle smile on Meng Yanchen's face froze instantly, his brows furrowed, and the laziness and contentment just now disappeared. He subconsciously reached out to pick the pink diamond from her hand.

"No, that won't work. I'll just wear my wedding ring from now on."

"No,"

Fan Shengmei smiled and hid her hands behind her back, "Give it to me, it's mine. I like it very much, you are not allowed to take it back."

Meng Yanchen looked at her, helplessly but lovingly holding her back in his arms, lowered his head and rubbed her hair, was silent for a few seconds, then smiled and said,

"Then,"

He kissed her earlobe and lowered his voice.

"This is just a souvenir. Or... a code."

"signal?"

Fan Shengmei looked up at him curiously, "What's the code?"

Meng Yanchen's fingertips once again wrapped around hers, stroking the delicate pink diamond, his voice ambiguous,

"From now on, if Mr. Fan needs...something, like last night, just wear this ring."

He lowered his head, his warm breath spraying on her lips, and whispered with a smile, "I understand. I'm here for you whenever you call."

Fan Shengmei was stunned for a moment, then reacted and looked at him in disbelief.

"Meng Yanchen!"

Meng Yanchen chuckled, "Skipping grades is my strong point."

Then wrap them both in the quilt again...

People's joys and sorrows are always different. For example, Mr. Meng, who got what he wanted, and Qu Lianjie, who is about to face a disaster and uncertain life and death -

Qu Lianjie had just escorted his father's distinguished guest to the office door, smiling and attentively holding the other's coat, while he kept talking.

"Take care, we still have to rely on you for our cooperation."

But before he could send the guests to the elevator, he caught a glimpse of a figure rushing towards him from the end of the corridor.

The whole person felt like being frozen in an instant, and the blood turned cold.

At the end of the corridor, Qu Xiaoxiao, wearing a neat black leather jacket, shiny short boots, and dragging a metal baseball bat in her hand, walked towards him aggressively.

Qu Lianjie was so frightened that he stepped back subconsciously, almost tripping over himself, and his voice became distorted.

"Qu...Qu Xiaoxiao?! What...what do you want to do?! Security! Where's the security?!"

Qu Xiaoxiao ignored him completely and immediately saw the expensive and luxurious feng shui fish tank in Qu Lianjie's office, which was said to have been checked by a master.

He swung the baseball bat and hit him!

“Clang—crash—!”

A loud crash and the sound of glass breaking suddenly rang out, and debris and water stains splashed all over the ground.

"Crazy! Qu Xiaoxiao, you're fucking crazy!!"

Qu Lianjie's heart ached and his face turned pale with fear. He screamed and retreated in panic. He subconsciously hid behind the guest who had not left just now, and warned in a trembling voice,

"Qu Xiaoxiao! Let me tell you! Mr. Zhao is my father's honored guest! If you mess up this deal, just wait and see how I'll deal with you! What's the matter? Can't you talk about it later?!"

Qu Xiaoxiao then saw the person standing behind Qu Lianjie and blurted out,

"Zhao Ziqian?"