Chapter 059 Even if I get married, you can't leave
Song Yi suppressed his shame and shook his head, "No, I have never thought about it that way."
Fu Xijing's eyes grew even colder, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, with a hint of weirdness in his mockery.
Song Yi's heart tightened, and he emphasized again: "I know I am not worthy of Mr. Fu, and I will not covet an identity that does not belong to me."
"Yes, you know yourself well." Fu Xijing raised his lips coldly and tightened his grip on her chin. "If you don't want a name, then why are you telling me all this?"
Song Yi: "Mr. Fu, I want to set a time limit for our relationship."
She finally mustered up the courage to say this.
Fu Xijing moved closer to her, and pressed his fingers against her lips. "I seem to have said that I'll wait until the day I get tired of sleeping with you."
Song Yi: "When will you get tired of it?"
Fu Xijing: "It's hard to say."
Song Yi: "So we need a deadline... Once you're officially engaged, let me go, okay?"
She was almost asking him for this in a begging tone, with her posture humbled to the ground, hoping that he would show mercy.
Fu Xijing did not give her a direct answer.
He stared at her face for a while, his gaze finally stopped at her red eyes, and he curled his lips: "Have you seen the news?"
Song Yi nodded.
Fu Xijing: "Your absent-mindedness just now was because of the news? Jealousy?"
"No." Song Yi shook his head and denied: "I have no right to interfere in Mr. Fu's affairs."
Fu Xijing sneered, "But wasn't your request just interfering with me?"
Song Yi was speechless after being blocked by him.
Before she could think about how to respond, Fu Xijing had already pressed her down on the sofa and leaned over her.
His long legs pressed against her knees, and his solid chest pressed against hers, making it difficult for her to breathe.
She gasped for breath and her cheeks flushed red due to lack of oxygen.
Song Yi raised her hands to press against his shoulders and tried to push him away, but he locked her wrists and lifted them above her head.
"Song Yi, I'm only going to say this once, remember it." Fu Xijing grabbed her chin and looked down at her condescendingly. "As long as I don't let you go, let alone my engagement, you can't leave even if we get married."
Song Yi was moved to tears by his words, and her head was hot: "Have you ever thought about my situation?"
Fu Xijing: "Who are you to me? Why should I consider your situation and feelings?"
Pop.
Song Yi felt as if he had been slapped hard in the face, and it was burning.
Fu Xijing's sharp words seemed to tear open her old wounds and sprinkle salt on them.
The pain is excruciating.
right.
Who is she to him?
To put it nicely, he is a kept lover; to put it bluntly, he is a tool for satisfying his sexual desires. What qualifications does she have to ask him to consider her situation?
I was just forced into a corner by his words, but that's all I could think of.
Song Yi closed his eyes and chose to remain silent.
Fu Xijing refused to let her go: "I'm asking you a question, Song Yi."
When he called her full name, it showed that he was angry.
Song Yi regretted bringing up this topic with him. Now was the critical period before the operation, and she shouldn't have made him angry.
Song Yi pinched her palm, opened her eyes and looked at him, and apologized proactively: "I'm sorry."
Fu Xijing remained indifferent.
Song Yi leaned forward to kiss his chin and flatter him: "Mr. Fu, I will never say such things again."
"Don't be angry, okay..." Before Song Yi finished her words, Fu Xijing had already bitten her lips.
His kiss was filled with anger and aggression, prying open her teeth and swallowing up all the oxygen in her chest in just a few tens of seconds.
He tore off Song Yi's clothes and threw them on the floor, tangling with his shirt.
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Fu Xijing was unusually rude today and didn't care about her feelings at all. The more she begged for mercy, the more excited he became.
It was obvious that he was deliberately punishing her.
He even asked her, "Do you remember? Is this enough to teach you a lesson?"
He did it.
Song Yi had a good memory and remembered it clearly.
Fu Xijing only did it once, but Song Yi was so tired that he collapsed on the sofa and couldn't get up.
Fu Xijing had already gotten up and gone to the bathroom to tidy up his appearance. She was still lying naked on the sofa, her skin exposed to the air, covered with kiss marks and finger marks left by him.
Song Yi looked at the ceiling, tears flowing uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes and dripping into her ears.
Fu Xijing's question kept echoing in her mind -
"Who are you to me? Why should I consider your situation and feelings?"
She raised the corners of her mouth mockingly and tried to sit up by holding onto the sofa.
I just moved my body.
Song Yi pursed her lips, put her legs together, endured the discomfort, bent down, and took out the morning-after pills from the drawer of the coffee table.
Fu Xijing did not take any measures today.
Probably to punish her.
Luckily the medicine was still there when I bought it last time.
There was no water in the living room, so Song Yi could only swallow it dry.
She had just picked up the medicine and put it in her mouth when Fu Xijing walked out of the bathroom.
Their eyes met without warning. Song Yi subconsciously stopped moving, and Fu Xijing also saw the medicine in her hand.
Fu Xijing's eyes flashed, he walked up to her and grabbed her wrist.
Because he was nervous, Song Yi made a swallowing motion and swallowed the medicine in his mouth.
Fu Xijing looked at the box of medicine for a few seconds and said with a half-smile: "Is it prepared for me?"
Song Yi felt bitter in her mouth. She didn't understand why Fu Xijing asked this and didn't dare to answer.
Seeing her silence, he suddenly smiled, released her wrist, and pinched her face. "Not bad, you have a clear understanding of your own identity. I am very satisfied."
Song Yi's heart tightened again, and breathing became a little difficult.
"Since you like it so much, then eat more." Fu Xijing lowered his head and pecked her on the lips. His gesture was flirtatious, but his words were extremely cruel. "This way I feel better."
Song Yi was speechless.
Fu Xijing was dissatisfied with her silence and pressed the back of her head, asking, "Okay? Hmm? Answer me."
"...Okay." Song Yi took great pains to finally find his voice and answered the question in a hoarse and dry voice.
"Good boy." Fu Xijing smiled, "I really have a devoted and responsible lover."
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More than ten minutes after Fu Xijing left, Song Yi was still sitting on the sofa in a daze.
After he said that, he left without looking back, which perfectly illustrates the meaning of "not recognizing people after pulling up their pants."
Song Yi leaned back into the sofa weightlessly, looking at the wall opposite, his mind in a mess.
How can she get rid of Fu Xijing?
He is thirty-two years old, and considering Mr. Fu's attitude, Fu Xijing's engagement and marriage are a foregone conclusion.
As for Xu Rushuang and Miki, she could still use the fact that they were not married to brainwash and paralyze herself.
But if he gets married and continues this kind of relationship, she will be the mistress that everyone hates.
She didn't know what Fu Xijing was thinking.
Xu Rushuang, Zhao Yanjin, her, and perhaps other women she didn't know about.
Even if he has great stamina, can he really handle so many people?
Fu Xijing is extremely powerful. If you want to get rid of him, you can only turn to someone who is equally powerful as him.
...This is as difficult as climbing to heaven for her.
etc.
Song Yi suddenly remembered something and sat up suddenly.
Sister Qing!
When I was chatting with Sister Qing today, she took the initiative to mention introducing her to someone.
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