Watching his tall figure disappear at the door, Fang Ziqin gritted his teeth to hold back the mist in his eyes, and was so angry that his hands almost pulled out a flower from the corner of his clothes.

I hate him for being unsympathetic and unreasonable, and I hate myself even more for not living up to expectations and being too soft-hearted.

Until the sound of his footsteps faded away and the door of the living room slammed shut, it was confirmed that the person was really gone.

Fang Ziqin wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of his eyes, stood up and prepared to leave the apartment.

As soon as he walked to the living room, who knew that Zhou Zhan hadn't left at all? He was sitting on the sofa with a half-smoked cigarette between his fingertips.

He was wearing a white shirt and casual trousers today, and he looked a bit elegant.

Maybe it's the same mess as before, with the shirt button unbuttoned to the third button, half of the shirt hem pinned in the pants, and half exposed.

Fang Ziqin wanted to pass by, but the moment he lowered his eyes, he caught sight of the indescribable scene in his pants.

"Does it look good?"

Zhou Zhan seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He didn't raise his head and just asked coldly.

She quickly looked away, feeling very embarrassed by the question, as if it was stuck in her throat.

He sneered and said sarcastically: "Looking at your calm reaction, I must not be the only one who has asked you this!"

"Zhou Zhan, you have to be brave and speak directly, don't beat around the bush and hurt others."

Zhou Zhan's noble face was full of ridicule, and his thin lips opened: "I'm just joking, do you really take it seriously?"

So, jokes can be made casually regardless of the occasion?

Killing someone could only be cut in half, but his words were like a slender needle, sinking into her heart bit by bit.

The pain was so painful that Fang Ziqin's self-esteem was shattered to pieces.

"Please, Mr. Zhou, please think twice about joking in the future. After all, our relationship is different from before. Some jokes are OK and some are not."

Zhou Zhan raised his head and looked directly at her, saying word by word: "So what if we get divorced, are you playing tricks on me? You are still very young."

When she thought of Nen, Fang Ziqin scolded him with a smile but not a smile: "Don't you just like playing with Nen? Look at those Yingying Yanyan, you can be an uncle."

28 years old is not too old for his age.

She said the word "uncle" in a strange tone, and continued without fear of death: "You haven't played tricks on you yet?"

Zhou Zhan's eyes were filled with anger, and he looked at Fang Ziqin's eyes, making people's hair stand on end.

He didn't answer but mocked: "I see that you often go to drinking parties. Can those men at the drinking table be your father? You spend all day drinking and laughing, but I don't see you spending time with me!"

Some people simply seek out drinking and having fun, like Zhou Zhan.

Some people drink and laugh just to make a living, like Fang Ziqin.

Without her going to wine parties all day long, where would her status in the Pangu family be today?

"Zhou Laosi, you are so good at reading people, why don't you look in the mirror and see what you look like?"

He didn't understand her and even made insulting remarks, but she had no reason not to refute him.

Zhou Zhan suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed her chin and raised it, and said with a cold face: "You are so capable, you have annoyed me, don't blame me for being inconsiderate."

"Don't talk like you're a Daluo god who came from nowhere."

Fang Ziqin was glad that at this time, he could still manage to squeeze out a smile and respond to him.

Even if it doesn't hurt him, it can still make him feel unhappy.

"How does it feel to be betrayed by your best sister?"

Zhou Zhan asked her lightly, like a heartless person who wouldn't take pain.

Fang Ziqin pretended to be nonchalant, twitching the corners of his lips: "What will it feel like if you step on dog poop one day?"

Zhou Zhan raised his eyelids, revealing his beautiful eyes, and replied calmly: "If it were me, I would find that pooping dog and let it know the price of pooping."

"This is the difference between you and me, Fang Ziqin."

His words were teasing, and she knew the meaning of his words.

Fang Ziqin curled his lips and said word by word: "You are the one I'm talking about, cold-blooded and ruthless!"

Zhou Zhan looked at her and suddenly smiled: "What are you trying to do with me here? I didn't see you having much backbone that night..."

The words between the man's lips and teeth were swallowed up by a fierce kiss, and she stood on tiptoes to hold his face.

The movements were serious and gentle, like a ball of marshmallow wrapped warmly on his lips.

In front of Zhou Zhan, Fang Ziqin's kisses could be said to be without any skills, hard and dry, and the only kisses were nibbling, which caused pain on his lips.

His long and thick eyelashes drooped and trembled, casting a faint light and shadow under his eyes.

She raised her head slightly and opened her eyes to meet his gaze.

There was rebellion and provocation in Fang Ziqin's eyes, which was so obvious and dazzling.
Chapter completed!