The second time Wen Xia met Fu Mingyuan was in the most famous space in the capital.
She lost a bet with her friend and was forced to ask for the contact information of "the best man in this bar" for her.
The man sat lazily on the back of the chair, leaving only his tall figure. He was in a state of intoxication and wealth, but he was the only one who was indescribably valuable and unattainable.
She mustered up the courage to step forward. At this moment, the light was blurred and fell ambiguously on the man's face.
She tugged on the hem of her short skirt and whispered according to the temporary guide she found: "Brother, can you..."
He turned his head and looked at her leisurely.
Wen Xia changed her words in a panic: "Can you... Drink a little less?"
Everyone booed: Mr. Fu's good sister is gone, who is she?
The man on the main seat smiled casually, put down the wine glass in his hand, and said cynically: "These are my younger siblings."
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Fu Mingyuan and Wen Xia met once, at the family banquet of Fu and Wen's family. She was a good girl who received a scholarship from the Repin Academy of Fine Arts, a well-known new beauty painter in Beijing, and the younger sister-in-law who was about to get engaged to Fu Mingchuan.
He glanced at Wen Xia's extremely short suspender skirt. He thought that Fu Mingchuan was the only one having fun, but he didn't expect that she would be more generous.
Fu Mingchuan couldn't manage his time well, so he asked his brother to accompany his fiancée to eat, see exhibitions, and go to the hospital for him... Fu Mingyuan agreed with his usual expression, but his eyes were dark.
Hidden desires grow wildly like weeds, gradually annihilating reason.
It was obviously her who was accompanying her, so why could his identity be only "her boyfriend's brother" and not her boyfriend, fiancé, or even a patient's family member?
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On the eve of the engagement party, Fu Mingchuan drank too much and searched all over the world for his fiancée.
In the studio next to the wall, Wen Xia was pushed down on the red velvet tablecloth. Their phones vibrated in turn, constantly disrupting her thoughts.
Fu Mingyuan leaned down, the heat in his ears seemed to be far away, and his voice was bewildering.
"Do you want to tell him that you are here with me?"
★Those who are simple and well-behaved will be rebellious; those who play with people's hearts will fall.
★1V1, SC, HE.
Intention: May all your wishes come true.
