Chapter 1

The luxurious presidential suite, inside and outside, with tight curtains.

Fu Zhiran turns on the light and goes to the bedroom door.

"Rong Yue, they still want it."

The delicate voice of women in the room makes people think freely.

Fu Zhiran went to the door, raised his hand, stopped, then gritted his teeth and knocked on the closed door.

"Someone's coming. Go on in the evening, my dear."

A nice man's voice came from the room.

Then, the door opened, and the man was wearing a bathrobe, and the whole woman was attached to his tall body.

After seeing Fu Zhiran, the man's narrow eyes immediately became indifferent, "how? To catch the traitor? "

There was a hint of mockery in the tone.

Fu Zhiran don't open eyes, light way: "party is about to start, mother let me to urge you."

Smell speech, allow more ignore her, turn round to continue to entangle with the woman beside, open mouth to bite the woman's red lips, swallow.

"Rong Yue, Xiao Ran is still there. You hate it." When the woman wanted to meet her, she refused. She put her hands into the man's bathrobe.

Eyes secretly turned to Fu Zhiran, proud eyes, "Xiaoran, is to let him stick to me, you see I can't push."

She put one hand on the man's chest and gave him a false push.

Fu Zhiran sneered, "Rong Shao is a normal woman who can't be satisfied. You are raised by my Fu family. You should be cannon fodder for me to satisfy him."

Then she glanced coldly, "you go on!"

Out of sight, she turned and walked towards the door without looking back.

Out of the door, a well-dressed middle-aged woman standing at the door, Fu Zhiran steps pause, Leng Leng, reaction, immediately put away the cold face, respectfully slightly nodded: "Mom."

Mrs. Rong looked at her and said: "Fu Zhiran, don't feel that Rong Yue has wronged you like this."

"We were wronged by Rong Yue because of the promise of the older generation. We married the daughter of a criminal officer like you to clean up the mess for your Fu family and be responsible for your half dead mother."

The more you say, the more bitter you are.

"Mom, I'm not wronged." Fu Zhiran lowered her head, put her hands behind her legs and clenched her fist tightly.

Let madam cold hum, "grievance you also want to endure."

……

Today is Mr. Rong's 70th birthday. All the guests are relatives and some old friends. There are not many people in business.

Fu Zhiran wears a plain long skirt, and her long black hair is scattered behind her, with a light smile on her lips, which is beautiful and refined.

Holding Rong Yue's arm, he wanders among the guests and is regarded as a social flower by Rong Yue to block the wine for him.

"It's said that Rong Yue has brought Li Aomei into Rong's family, and they are together openly. Xiao San's status is higher than Fu Zhiran's

In the corner of the small pattern, a group of people wearing rich and noble gathered together, looking at Fu Zhiran who was forced to drink.

"Keke"

All of a sudden, someone in the crowd coughed two times, and glanced at the man sitting in the middle of the sofa.

The man was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt as the base. He put his hands in his trousers pocket, leaned back on the neck pillow of the sofa, and closed his eyes to sleep.

A handsome face is as if it is carved out by uncanny craftsmanship, but it is charming and resolute.

The cool and noble temperament is incompatible with the bustling and impetuous scene.

(brother Yang's obsession with cleanliness, both men and women are very clean in body and mind, especially clean. You can rest assured that you will enter the pit. This article will follow the line of favor as a whole.)