Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"Let's talk." Wenshui approached and placed the box on the coffee table. He looked coldly at the place opposite the sofa. There was a coffee cup. From the concave position, he could see that it was a man sitting!

He clenched his fists, looked at her coldly, narrowed his peach blossom eyes, and asked: "When do you plan to marry me?"

"Huh?" Feng Tianjing was asked. She didn't react. She got up, took off the mask, and said inexplicably: "Who wants to marry you?"

"Are you being shameless and want to throw me away after playing with me?" Wenshui listened and jumped in anger.

Feng Tianjing was about to get up, but was forced back by Wenshui, and fell on the sofa. His body was almost pressing on her, and Feng Tianjing was holding on to the armrest.

"What are you going to do?" Feng Tianjing held her breath. The man's hot breath hit her face, which made her feel a little uncomfortable. She felt that it might cause her to suffocate.

Wenshui narrowed his peach blossom eyes, stared at her beautiful face, and grabbed her legs hard.

"Wenshui, what are you doing? Let me go, let go." Feng Tianjing was grabbed by his leg. She kept struggling, but Wenshui held her down.

He held the box with one hand. After opening it, many tools fell out.

"What, what are you doing?" Looking at the surgical tools, Feng Tianjing was dumbfounded, thinking that Wenshui must be here to take revenge for what happened last night.

Feng Tianjing struggled to get up and was about to run away, but Wenshui threw her back to the sofa and held down her long legs.

"Help, what are you doing? Come, help."

Feng Tianjing shouted, and the bodyguards approached, ready to break into the door. When they heard those three words, they silently took a few steps back. After some discussion, they turned around silently, put on their headphones, and stood there looking out.

Feng Tian listened quietly and stopped struggling.

She had some doubts. She and Wenshui couldn't communicate well at all. She couldn't understand or understand even half of what he said.

"I weakly want to ask you, what do you want to make up for?"

Wenshui grabbed the scalpel and handed it to her. Feng Tianjing was so frightened that she raised her hands and leaned there, not daring to breathe, and said, "Don't mess around."

He stared at her with narrowed eyes and asked in a deep and evil voice: "How did you feel last night?"

Hearing this, Feng Tianjing was so angry that she slapped Wenshui, pointed at him and said, "You still have the nerve to ask? If you hadn't been biting me, would I be in such pain?"

When I walk in the morning, my toes dare not touch the ground.

"I told you not to move, but I still force you to do it." Feng Tianjing was so angry that her teeth itched. She suspected that her aunt must have been asked about water vapor in advance, otherwise how could her menstrual period be irregular.

"..." Wenshui was stunned.

His mind was completely blank and he had no memory at all.

"Cough." Wenshui turned around and ran away!

Feng Tianjing watched him rush to the bar like a gust of wind, took a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth, opened a wine partition, bravely stepped forward, and stared at her condescendingly.

"What are you going to do?" Upon seeing this, Feng Tianjing got up and prepared to run.

Wenshui turned around and ran forward, holding her wrist and pulling Feng Tianjing into his arms.

"You're so close, I'm short of oxygen." Feng Tianjing's arrogance was reduced by half in an instant.

Wenshui was too close to her, her face turned red and her heart beat faster, and she was almost suffocating to breathe.

"Feng Tianjing." Wenshui's magnetic voice was extremely sultry at night.

Feng Tianjing clenched her hands into pink fists and leaned there, panting.

"Hmm." Feng Tianjing raised her head and gave him a cold look.

Wenshui held her face with both hands and kissed her red lips quickly. Feng Tianjing's eyes widened, looking at the handsome face close to her, and Wenshui said domineeringly: "I have to make it up to you."