C2

I can't take a bite out of you

The Comte de la Conte is the most exclusive club in B City.

The woman beside him had light makeup, and her skin was smooth and clear.

In fact, men's eyes were sometimes more venomous than women's. After having seen so many women, it was easy to tell whether a woman's skin was naturally good or if it was just a later injection.

As he thought about it, he thought about his new wife.

It was smooth and soft, and when she kissed it, she could even feel the fluff on her face.

The taste of that night was really good. Just thinking about it made one feel that there was a reaction under his body.

When the woman got close to him, she could naturally feel the reaction of the man's body, and she happily teased him even more.

Sensing the woman's actions, Fu Huayong laughed: "Darling, your charm isn't good, I can't bite off of you."

The woman's face instantly turned red. She was clearly so angry that she was trembling, but Fu Huayong didn't dare to offend her.

However, the word "romantic" did not appear in Young Master Fu's dictionary. The woman's tears fell miserably, but her eyebrows did not even furrow. "Alright, go out and watch what happens to your heart."

It was unknown when the b * tch at the mahjong table had stopped, but seeing the woman feigning a magnanimous smile, he turned around and ran out of the room … Then, they all looked at Fu Huayong.

"Tsk tsk, that taste of yours is too tasteless. This beauty is also the popular Sect Leader of the Jade Maiden Sect right now. Normal men would like this kind of beauty, but you actually said that you can't swallow your words just by looking at that face, aren't you? "

The girls at the top of the count are hot actresses.

"You like it?" Fu Huayong raised his eyebrows.

"Nonsense, I'm a normal man!" Don't men like this type of appearance?

Hehe, so he isn't a normal man?

Fu Huayong stared at him with a smile. I cried like that just now. Why didn't you stand up and comfort me? "

"Aren't I looking out for my brotherly love?"

Fu Huayong could not be bothered with their questions.

After a while, a few people brought up the topic of conversation with Fu Huayong.

"Oh right, I haven't even congratulated you on your appointment as husband. "Well, how does the bride look?"

When Fu Huayong got married, other than a few nosey friends who liked to cause trouble, none of them went.

It was not that their relationship with Fu Huayong was not good, but on the contrary, their relationship was the best.

Not because there was no need.

It won't be long, will it?

Fu Huayong slowly opened his mouth and spoke in an exceptionally deep and magnetic voice that was pleasant to the ears, "Growing …"

The people at the card table stretched their heads forward in unison.

Sweeping his eyes across his four good friends who were engrossed in gossip, Fu Huayong said: "Hehe."

What did he mean by 'hehe'?

Too unsatisfactory looking?

No way.

Everyone in the circle knew that it was the old lady who had made the decision. Fu Huayong was the old lady's blood related grandson, there was no need to cheat his of his grandson, right?

Although the Ning Family's background was not bad, but it was nothing in front of these people.

It was one thing if one's identity wasn't good enough, but it was another matter if one's appearance was good enough to be unsightly, right?

Fu Huayong could not be bothered with them, and his gaze landed on one of the men on the mahjong table.

"You want to gossip too?"

He wore a blue shirt and white pants, revealing only half of his sturdy white arm. His entire demeanor gave off the impression of an elegant noble family.

The elegant noble young master retracted his gaze and continued playing with his cards, his elegant gaze sweeping across the other three people on the table. "Idiot from the other side of the table, I can't tell that Master Fu doesn't miss you?"

"Han Chen your ass! "Do you dare to say that you didn't hear it with your ears perked up just now?"

"Grandpa, I don't have this skill, take a look."

Fu Huayong rested his chin on his hands as he looked at his good friend on the table.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth and suggested, "Which one of you can come down, I'll go up."

When these words came out, the table strangely quieted down before simultaneously opening his mouth: "No!"

What a joke, letting Fu Huayong play with them and beat them up in one day meant that the profits of each of their companies would disappear in one day.

From the start, ignorance was enough to be a money-grubbing child.

With Fu Huayong around, the Fu family did not even need to create Fu's s. Just their skills were enough to support the Fu family.

Fu Huayong squinted his eyes. He was originally just casually mentioning it, but when he saw everyone's attitude, he felt that his hands were really itchy.

He undid the cuff of his shirt and rolled it up to reveal his fair and firm forearms. He was prepared to forcefully pull one off himself.

"Fu Huayong, it's enough!"

If he did come, they would immediately withdraw the table.

"Buzz …" "Buzz …"

The phone vibrated, interrupting the defensive atmosphere.

Fu Huayong frowned his eyebrows, showing that he did not like the person who called at this time.

His sleeves were already rolled up. He had to pick up the phone on the way?

Han Chen raised his eyebrows and reminded him: "Young Master Fu, it's a call."

Once the call connected, Fu Wanjiao's aggrieved voice came from the other side.

"Big bro, what kind of woman are you marrying? You slept until lunch the day after the wedding, and after saying a few words about her, she even scolded me …"

After chattering for a long time, the man on the other end of the phone did not reply.

"Brother, are you still there?"

Fu Wanjiao looked at her phone in bewilderment.

"Yes."

Fu Wanjiao became even more depressed: "Then why didn't you respond to me?"

Fu Huayong squinted his eyes as he looked at the people on the mahjong table who were happily enjoying their meal.

"…" The person who choked and belched, the ability of Fu Wanjiao, who had many years of experience in adding oil to the fire, to spout lies was not just for show. She quickly adjusted herself and said: "Brother, I am not! "You don't know what she said to me at the time, but she had an expression of her own when she thought that she had married into the Fu family. Even if I don't like her, why do you believe in strangers and not believe in your sister?"

Fu Huayong laughed, "Wan Jiao, if you are really free, you can enter the Fu's to be my secretary."

After sending Fu Wanjiao away, Fu Huayong propped her chin up as she thought back to that woman's appearance.

His eyebrows were soft, the color thick and moderate, thin and soft. It did not look as overbearing as Fu Wanjiao had said.

However, things like appearances … He wasn't a master of karma, who could say for sure?