Chapter 255: Who's going to control the stench of love emanating from him?
Chapter 255: Who's going to take care of the stench of love emanating from him?
Dinner was still cold.
In the dead of night, Fu Yanjing instructed the hotel to send another one.
Wen Jin didn't even have the strength to open her eyes, and listened groggily as he made a phone call to the hotel staff.
I wanted to refute it, but I felt their intentions were so obvious that it would be hard for anyone not to guess what they had done.
But when I opened my mouth, I was too tired to even speak.
After finishing his phone call, Fu Yanjing leaned over and kissed Wen Jinye's forehead, thoroughly ravaging her, and then showered her with attention afterwards.
"Eat first, then go to sleep. I'll blow-dry your hair."
My hair is already in a damp, semi-wet state.
The air was filled with the lingering, fishy smell of the lingering heat.
Wen Jin was curled up on the bed, still with her eyes closed.
Fu Yanjing's slender fingertips circled around her spine.
Seeing her acting spoiled, he picked Wen Jin up and carried her in his arms. There was also a clean towel in the bathroom.
He laid it out on the table and placed Wen Jin on top of it.
Just now, after all that passion, I was in a dazed state, feeling both tired and happy.
Now that her mind is clearer, Wen Jin feels uncomfortable being so close to being naked.
He was wearing a suit trousers.
Wen Jin also crossed her legs, her toes curled, as she discussed the matter with him.
"Could you get me one of your shirts?"
Fu Yanjing's lips curled into a smile, and he asked knowingly, "Are you shy?"
Wen Jin kicked Fu Yanjing's leg with her toe, a soft, weak force.
She knew he was teasing her on purpose, but she didn't show any fear.
"It's not like we haven't slept with them before."
His voice was seductive, "Then spread your legs a little wider? Let me see if you're hurt."
Wen Jin paused, her face burning, and the air of seasoned expert she had maintained vanished instantly. "I don't need you!"
His broad hand was already on her thigh. "Be good, let me see. Don't be afraid to seek medical help."
"Who do you think you are as a doctor? You're clearly the culprit, why are you pretending to be a good guy?! You insist on torturing people, I told you to stop but you still..."
Three packs, all gone.
Wen Jin was also furious with the idea of settling scores, but when she looked up, she saw Fu Yanjing suppressing a smile.
Is that a compliment?
Wen Jinye: ...
She was still inferior to Fu Yanjing.
But I won't let him see it.
Fu Yanjing currently has zero trust in Wen Jinye.
She was not a naive young girl who had never experienced anything like this before.
She slapped Fu Yanjing's hand away haphazardly, her voice slightly weaker, "I'm fine...you don't need to check me."
The hairdryer's temperature is just right.
His fingers ran through her hair.
Hair tends to be light and dry.
He went and found a shirt for Wen Jin as well.
It was large and spacious, carrying his familiar, comforting sandalwood scent.
His shirt, worn by Wen Jinye, looked like a dress. It was so loose that it couldn't support any sharp angles.
Even with an untidy neckline, a bright red stain couldn't be hidden.
Only Wen Jin's long, fair legs swayed with her steps beneath the hem of her dress.
And so, she was finally back to how she used to be.
His traces can be found everywhere.
The feeling of losing something and then regaining it brings a greater sense of security.
He also adored Wen Jin.
Fu Yanjing cupped Wen Jinye's face in his hands, rubbing it left and right, up and down, watching her beautiful features change into various adorable expressions as the pressure from his palms changed.
Only then did he reluctantly withdraw his hand.
The phone is in the bedroom.
Fu Yanjing turned around and went to get it.
Wen Jin, who had been inexplicably ravaged, was also completely bewildered.
What are you going to do now?
He didn't stop walking.
"Have someone bring you a bowl of white fungus and pear soup."
"My voice is hoarse."
*
Song Jae-sung's bar became an unexpected hit, much to the surprise of many partygoers.
But those in the circle know the truth.
After all, big capitalists are destined for smooth sailing when they do this kind of small business.
Song Zaicheng surpassed Huai Mi in less than a month, a reputation that others had built over many years.
The area was packed with people every night, making Huaimi, which was just across the street, seem deserted on several occasions.
Part of the reason is that they are really good at marketing and have a catchy gimmick.
The other part—
Song Zaicheng somehow managed to recruit a stunningly beautiful DJ.
Wearing a mask, she has a perfectly proportioned and undeniably hot figure.
People will also liven up the atmosphere.
It has attracted the attention of countless people.
Xie Ting and the other young men didn't want to stay in the private room anymore, so they watched her dance on the first floor, their noses bleeding like snot.
Impressed, Xie Ting then called Song Zaicheng to ask where he had recruited the talent.
Song Zaicheng was more confused than anyone else.
He said, "You believe this thing is like winning the lottery? You don't know? The money just grows legs and comes to you by itself."
Let alone digging.
He didn't personally recruit any of the people.
Later, I heard from the manager that famous DJs all flocked to Huaimi because of its reputation. This guy was only kept after interviewing twenty people. Although he was a newbie, it was a last resort.
The other party was very easy to talk to, except for one inexplicable request:
Cash only.
Settlement will be made that evening.
It's like they're going to run away the next day.
At first, the manager was worried for a few days, fearing that he would be left without a venue.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a big surprise.
Now the manager treats her like a treasure.
"Damn, don't let the owner of Huaimi next door hear you say that, or he'll be so angry he'll vomit blood and be hospitalized. I heard that Huaimi's business is not as good as before, and their boss is so anxious that he was even trying to do something underhanded. But then one of his saviors told him that you are the mastermind behind this bar, and that's why he backed down."
"Otherwise, let alone Huai Mi, he would have it for the rest of his life."
"It's not important." Song Zaicheng casually took the documents his secretary handed him and signed them.
"By the way, Xiang Bai and A Jing are bringing a friend over tonight. If you happen to run into them, remember not to say anything out of line; that guy is a big shot too."
Xie Ting was somewhat surprised, "What other big names haven't I met? No matter how big Jiangbei is, there are only so many people in the upper circle."
“He’s also from Hong Kong.” Song Zaicheng thought of that joke and couldn’t help but chuckle. “He’s here to relax.”
*
Yes.
Zhao Jinming, driven crazy by his family's pressure to go on blind dates, came to Jiangbei.
They claimed they came here to experience what kind of fertile ground could turn Fu Yanjing into a love-struck fool.
In the dimly lit private room, Zhao Jinming had just finished speaking when, before Fu Yanjing could even scoff, Xu Xiangbai, who had a low threshold for laughter, was the one who laughed first.
I couldn't help but laugh.
To put it simply, it's a convoluted mess.
Connections between wealthy families are not limited by geographical distance.
In families that collaborate, the next generation almost always knows each other.
In addition, because the Xu family and the Fu family have been friends for generations, Xu Xiangbai and Zhao Jinming can be considered friends who can occasionally confide in each other.
Xu Xiangbai swirled his wine glass.
"What do you feel about coming to this fertile land? You've run out of girls to pick up in the port city, so you've come all the way to Jiangbei to do it?"
Zhao Jinming smirked, "Am I really that infamous? Do I only think about women and nothing else?"
Xu Xiangbai was also adept at stabbing people in the back. "You came here just to avoid women, didn't you? But no matter where you go, it's still women."
I realized I didn't have to be in such a sorry state.
He should have calmly completed the engagement, enjoying a peaceful life with his fiancée, respecting each other without disturbing one another.
Zhao Jinming's face darkened. "The one who started all of this is still a woman."
Deeply moved, Xu Xiangbai twitched his lips and said, "Women are the most ruthless."
Fu Yanjing glanced at the two of them. At this moment, the person who was riding high couldn't even stand listening to the group of people talking badly about the person he liked.
"What's wrong with women? They should look for the reasons within themselves."
"I can't take it anymore." Xu Xiangbai picked up his glass and downed it in one gulp. "Who's going to control the stench of your love emanating from you?"
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