Chapter 7: Just a One-Night Stand
envy.
These two words were written on Fu Wangye's face, and his already dark pupils looked like a storm was coming.
Fu Wangye poked his cheek with the tip of his tongue and laughed angrily.
A cold aura emanated from his body, and he lowered his eyes to look at Meng Beizhi.
The delicate makeup on her face was more like a silent mockery.
Fu Wangye was too lazy to say more.
He grabbed Meng Beizhi's wrist and dragged her out of the store. "Jealous? What am I jealous of?"
Meng Beizhi felt that Fu Wangye really should change his habit of taking action at every turn.
Otherwise, it would be like leaving some marks on her every time.
Fu Wangye stared at Meng Beizhi closely, his jawline tense.
"Meng Beizhi, tell me, what am I jealous of?" He spoke each word clearly.
"You were the one Lu Rang dumped, and now you're walking around with a young model in your arms. Why should I be jealous?"
"Are you jealous that you can only sit alone in a coffee shop, looking at those people who laugh at you and feeling sad?"
"Or am I jealous that your vision is always so bad?"
The clean and cold scent on him, along with his questioning, surrounded Meng Beizhi.
Meng Beizhi frowned imperceptibly.
Then the other hand covered Fu Wangye's hand that was holding her wrist.
Fu Wangye's skin was warm.
Unlike Meng Beizhi, even his palms were feeling cold.
The moment their skin touched, Fu Wangye's expression froze for a moment.
Meng Beizhi saw his appearance.
She took a deep breath and pulled Fu Wangye's hand away from her wrist.
A circle of red marks instantly appeared on the fair wrist.
Ignoring the slight pain in her wrist, she raised her eyelashes and spoke in a calm tone.
"Fu Wangye, you've crossed the line."
"There is no relationship between us—"
Meng Beizhi glanced at the passing crowd, his voice was not loud, and there was no ups and downs:
"If you have to count it, it's barely a one-night stand."
"But as a sex partner."
Meng Beizhi paused, "You have no qualifications or status to meddle in my affairs."
Meng Beizhi said this and turned to leave.
However, there was a sudden piercing pain in my arm.
Her face turned pale instantly.
Even the delicate makeup on the face can't hide it.
The feeling of having all his strength drained away came up again, and Meng Beizhi's body tilted uncontrollably to the side.
I thought I was going to fall, but someone caught me firmly.
Fu Wangye's actions were completely subconscious.
He reacted quickly and wrapped Meng Beizhi in his arms with steady and strong arms, but he was still in a bad mood.
"The mention of Lu Rang makes you so uncomfortable that you won't even walk—"
The voice stopped abruptly.
The closer distance than before allowed him to clearly see the curve of each of Meng Beizhi's eyelashes, as well as the shadow hidden in the deepest part of her eyes.
And the fatigue that cannot be concealed even with exquisite makeup.
Meng Beizhi's condition can be described as terrible.
Fu Wangye's Adam's apple rolled up and down, but Meng Beizhi had already recovered.
This is the second time this has happened today.
She knew in her heart that it was because of the stimulation brought by Lu Rang and Meng Nanyou yesterday that her emotions were out of control.
Her face showed nothing. She raised her hand to push Fu Wangye away a little and took a step back: "Thank you."
"But please don't do this next time."
Her politeness and courtesy were always entangled with alienation.
Fu Wangye let out a breath of foul air.
The anger in my heart seemed to be blocked with cotton, and I couldn't vent it out or digest it.
He looked at Meng Beizhi who was trying hard to hold on, "I'll take you to the hospital—"
"Fu Wangye." Meng Beizhi interrupted him directly.
She didn't say anything, but the meaning was clear enough.
It's a rejection.
The flow of people at Beijing North Airport is not low. Even though it is already evening, there are still a lot of people.
Wherever there are people coming and going, there will always be many eyes on Meng Beizhi.
Because I have to go back to the Meng family today.
She is in a bad mood.
I never thought I would meet Fu Wangye.
The irritability in my heart is more obvious now.
The phone started vibrating.
Looking down, it was a call from the Meng family.
Urging her to go back.
Meng Beizhi hung up the phone directly, turned around and left without paying any more attention to Fu Wangye.
This time Fu Wangye didn't stop her.
He strode away in the opposite direction of Meng Beizhi.
Meng Beizhi was right, they were just one-night stand friends with benefits.
Whatever she wants to do has nothing to do with him.
He shouldn't ask.
Otherwise, you are just asking for trouble!
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The mood that I had originally wanted to calm down in the coffee shop became even worse because of Fu Wangye's appearance.
But this kind of emotion cannot be brought into the Meng family.
Meng Beizhi took a deep breath, handed the bag in his hand to the housekeeper who came to meet him, and then went in.
The huge crystal chandelier above her head was a gift from Meng Wencheng to Su Xiu on her birthday that year.
The Meng family’s decoration style used to be Chinese.
Later, because Su Xiu and Meng Nanyu said it was "old-fashioned", Meng Wencheng changed it to European style without saying a word.
Meng Beizhi glanced at the oil painting hanging on the wall.
The rot beneath the glitz and glamour is the most disgusting.
"I thought you weren't planning on coming back."
Meng Nanyu's voice sounded. She was wearing a white haute couture dress and looked at Meng Beizhi with a smile.
This skirt is a new seasonal model from Xiangjia, and it is paired with jewelry and high heels from the same series.
Compared to Meng Beizhi's casual shirt and trousers, Meng Nanyu is clearly the real little princess of the Meng family.
Meng Beizhi glanced at the skirt she was wearing and asked, "Did you go through my closet again?"
One sentence.
The smile on Meng Nanyou's face froze.
Meng Beizhi chuckled, her sparkling eyes more dazzling than the expensive crystal chandelier.
"After all these years, you haven't finished wearing my clothes yet?"
"You're not tired of it, but I am tired of it."
There wasn't even a ripple in her voice, but that only made it seem more contemptuous.
"Your dress today—it's exactly like the one I wore on my seventeenth birthday."
"But I wouldn't wear something like that at twenty-eight. It would look—"
She paused and spoke slowly, "Very petty."
"--you!"
Meng Nanyu stared at Meng Beizhi, a flash of hatred in her eyes, but it quickly subsided.
Then the hatred turned into a determined smile: "Sometimes I have to admit that you do have a pretty perfect appearance, otherwise you wouldn't be so lovable-"
Her face, which was somewhat similar to Meng Beizhi's, was filled with obvious malice.
He came close to Meng Beizhi and said cheerfully, "Meng Beizhi, guess how many of your godfathers are here today?"
Meng Beizhi's pupils shrank sharply, and Meng Nanyu was very satisfied with her appearance.
He reached out and patted her face gently: "Come on, sister."
"Take good care of them."
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