That's completely broken.

Even though Fengxian beat him, he didn't react at all.

Fengxian was tired from beating and crying enough, so she fell to the ground with a look of desolation in a daze.

"Fengxian!"

Yan Zheng's tortured voice sounded over and over again.

Fengxian found double-sided tape and sealed his mouth.

Then, he stood at the head of the bed and looked at Yan Zheng condescendingly, as if looking at his own prey.

"Yan Zheng, you bastard." She scolded him through gritted teeth.

"You have ruined my life. You have made me lose the ability to love. You have made me have no hope for the future."

Fengxian turned around, becoming more and more depressed as she thought about it. She took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, opened it, and drank it happily with her neck raised.

She walked to the bedside, and in those beautiful and enchanting eyes, all the unwillingness gathered into a fierce and fierce light.

Finally, she roughly pulled off Yan Zheng's clothes...

The chaotic consciousness gathered little by little along with the pain.

I don’t know since when, Fengxian’s life has been inseparable from wine.

Perhaps it was because of the countless lonely nights that she needed to rely on alcohol to get rid of insomnia. Gradually, she became an alcoholic addict.

Fengxian drank bottle after bottle, obviously trying to use alcohol to drive away her unwillingness, but in the end, all her unwillingness turned into ants eating every nerve, making her become restless.

She quickly dressed him, quickly cleaned up the evidence everywhere, and then sprayed him with her favorite perfume...rose perfume.

Even though all traces of her mistakes were erased, her heart was still beating hard.

She despised herself, how could she do such an unethical thing.

Fengxian looked at the messy room and was completely awakened at this moment.

What a terrible mistake she made. She actually slept with Yan Zheng, a married man.

Oh my God, what is she doing?

After a good night's sleep, Yan Zheng slowly opened his eyes and frowned due to a hangover headache.

Zhan Fengxian was lying on the sofa bed next to him. When Yan Zheng saw Fengxian, he jumped up from the bed as if he saw a monster.

"Zhan Fengxian, why are you here?"

When she thought of the gentle and virtuous Tan Xiaoyu of the Yan family, she felt so sorry for her.

At this moment, Fengxian, who was deeply condemned by her conscience, was so painful that she grabbed her hair. She wished she could tear her hair out one by one and use this pain to distract her from the pain of her conscience.

After a long period of repentance, Fengxian finally figured out a way to make up for this mistake - she would keep this secret forever.

Yan Zheng giggled.

Fengxian looked at him speechlessly, "Yan Zheng, what do you... mean? Do you think I will be unkind to you if you live here?"

What she said was somewhat lacking in confidence.

Then he lowered his head and checked his clothes. After making sure they were in good condition, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"I'm not worried that you will cheat on me. I'm worried that if I drink and have sex, I will cheat on you."
Chapter completed!