Slender fingers trailed along the collar, smoothing the wrinkles on the shirt before he turned and walked out with composed ease.
Shen Cheng stood still, feeling a bit annoyed.
He ca just to bite her, to kiss her, to touch her?
Wen Wan walked in at this mont, noticing the blush on Shen Cheng’s face and couldn’t help but laugh, "Xiao Yu dropped by?"
"Yeah," Shen Cheng pointed to her slightly reddened lips, "He bit , then left."
"Such a big vinegar jar."
Wen Wan knew her son well; not to ntion his own brothers, even his own son might easily stir up his possessiveness over his wife.
Once he ets, likes, loves, and can’t leave soone, it’s for life.
He never allows anyone else to covet what’s his.
It was half-past eleven.
Shen Cheng was helping Wen Wan prepare lunch in the kitchen, while Shi Yu and Feng Jiu i were having a drinking contest on the balcony of the living room.
The balcony was large, at least fifty square ters, laid with dark-colored crushed stones, surrounded by flower beds planted with various flowers and plants.
In the middle of the balcony stood a glass table, surrounded by several rattan chairs and a swing.
On the glass table, red wine, beer, champagne, whiskey... dozens of different types of alcohol were displayed.
Shi Yu and Feng Jiu i sat facing each other, each holding a beer bottle. Shi Yu took the lead in clinking bottles with him and took a big swig.
Accustod to fine drinks, he still disliked the crude taste of beer. As the alcohol slid down his throat, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Tastes bad."
That was his verdict.
On the other hand, Feng Jiu i didn’t seem to have the sa aversion to beer, downing almost half the bottle in one go.
"Not bad."
Two such similar people, yet with completely different tastes.
In the Charming Nine Sect, Feng Jiu i was a godlike figure, commanding tens of thousands of assassins, where a casual word from him could decide a person’s life or death, instilling fear in others.
But in reality, he was always smiling, such a srizing man, soone that anyone who t him would want to get close to.
Shi Yu placed the beer bottle on the table and gently tapped on the glass, producing a rhythmic sound.
"How did you manage to create such a huge assassin organization?"
He looked at Feng Jiu i, his deep eyes twinkling with an on-and-off glow, the smile at his lips unfathomable.
At the sound, Feng Jiu i smiled and replied: "In just ten short years, amassing a fortune of nine hundred billion, how did you do it?"
"No comnt."
Shi Yu narrowed his eyes, pulled a cigarette from the box to his lips and lit it, then offered one to Feng Jiu i.
Feng Jiu i took the cigarette but, without any intention to smoke it, simply tucked it behind his ear.
"The two handso guys are in the mood to drink in broad daylight?"
Just then, in the outdoor garden of the neighboring apartnt, a woman sitting by the guardrail enthusiastically greeted them.
The woman wore a white camisole, with one strap fallen to her arm, the garnt slipping down to reveal a substantial view of her chest.
She was dressed in a tight mini skirt that just covered her buttocks, ending at the upper thigh, with red underwear faintly visible underneath.
Upon hearing the woman’s voice, Shi Yu and Feng Jiu i almost simultaneously glanced in her direction and then, as if coordinated, frowned and showed expressions of disdain.
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