Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

Chapter 798 The Domineering CEO Fu's Fierce Love (2)

Jiang Que came out after taking a shower.

Fu Xun, who had already woken up, was wearing a bathrobe and sat on the edge of the bed with a worried look on his face, as if he had done something very important.

Fu Xun was a mature man nearing thirty, with deep-set features and a high nose bridge. Because of his years of experience in the business world, his eyes and brows exuded an unyielding ruthlessness and nobility.

In the hotel's luxury suite, clothes were scattered all over the floor. Fu Xun leaned against the headboard, a cigarette between his teeth, lit by a lighter.

No matter how tightly he wore his bathrobe, the movements of lighting a cigarette couldn't conceal the marks he had personally made on his neck and collarbone the night before, revealing an ambiguous scene in the messy room afterwards.

Hearing the bathroom door open and someone walk out in slippers, Fu Xun, whose brows had never relaxed, looked up with some annoyance.

When I saw the somewhat familiar face of the person who had just arrived.

He paused, the cigarette he had just lit dangling from his mouth, his brow furrowed even deeper, he took a deep breath, and cursed under his breath.

It was him!!

She silently moved her fingers to the headboard, crushed the check she had just written to pay, and threw it into the trash can.

He knows this man.

Jiangque.

One of the heirs of a criminal family in the country, the businesses he personally manages are worth a fortune, and he is not short of money.

This person is arrogant and has a short temper. He'll pull out a gun and shoot someone at the slightest provocation. In his country, he's someone that even the law dares not restrain.

Fu Xun and he had only met once many years ago at a banquet, and the number of words they exchanged was less than the number of positions they changed last night.

I never expected that the person I slept with last night was him.

Others are fine; they can be dealt with with a little money.

This guy……

Tsk, trouble.

Fu Xun was even more troubled.

"woke up?"

Jiang Que came out after taking a shower and saw Fu Xun leaning against the headboard lighting a cigarette. He raised an eyebrow, draped a towel around his neck, and walked over in his slippers.

He bent down, reached out and snatched the cigarette from Fu Xun's mouth, put it in his own mouth with his slender fingers, and took a puff naturally without any disgust.

Perhaps because he hadn't smoked in so long, the smell of cigarettes seemed unappealing to him. Jiang Que took a puff and stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray next to Fu Xun's bedside.

Neither of them mentioned what happened last night.

Jiang Que has ordinary but fierce features. He is nearly 1.9 meters tall, with a sleek buzz cut. He stands silently to the side, and there is a very shallow scar at the corner of his left eye, as if he had been cut by a knife. It is not noticeable unless you pay attention, but it makes him look even less like a good person.

After extinguishing his cigarette, he stood by the bed wearing the same white bathrobe as Fu Xun, exuding masculine hormones. He was like a powerful and dangerous mountain, capable of turning a person into tomato sauce with a casual wave of his hand.

Fu Xun was about the same size as him, but he didn't do murder and robbery. He was a proper businessman bound by the law. His expression was cold, not as fierce as Jiang Que's. When he was sitting on the bed and had his cigarettes snatched, he just frowned and kept a cold face to express his displeasure.

But after thinking it over, I decided against it.

It's just a cigarette.

Fu Xun ignored his rudeness, took another cigarette and put it in his mouth. As he lit it, he casually asked, "Will you marry me?"

Offering money is not an option; the other party doesn't need it.

Marriage is the only option.

Jiang Que watched him light another cigarette, lean against the headboard, and after finishing the cigarette, he looked up at him like a scumbag, speaking in a very cold voice, as if he was fulfilling his duty to marry someone he had slept with.

Jiang Que looked down at him, and from his angle, he could see Fu Xun's half-hidden hickeys hidden in his bathrobe.

The man didn't seem to notice anything amiss, but Jiang Que's eyes were terrifyingly deep. He snatched the cigarette from Fu Xun's hand, which he hadn't even started smoking, and stubbed it out on the bedside table. With his hot, masculine breath, Jiang Que bent down and kissed his lips, pinning him against the headboard.

Fu Xun reacted quickly. Since he planned to get married, he didn't hide it. When the man wanted a kiss, he raised his hand and pinched the man's chin, turning the tables and taking the initiative.

I don't know how we ended up kissing, but we got into the mood and did it a few more times.

This time, Fu Xun did not take any Chinese medicine; he simply became soberly immersed in this intimate encounter called desire.

Is it humiliating to be pinned down?

probably.

Anyway, only you feel good, and no one else knows.