Wen Feng waved her hand and said, "I heard that you entered the Municipal Party Committee Office with the first place in the Yinzhou City Civil Service Examination?"
Fang Zhicheng nodded and smiled, "For the civil service exam, luck accounts for more than 80%."
Wen Feng said, "It still depends on your strength!"
Wenfeng slept for a while and yawned. Fang Zhicheng handed her a cup of tea. She smiled and took a sip. She changed her position again. Fang Zhicheng stood beside her and looked along her snow-white shoulders. He could see the long lines of her chest. Fang Zhicheng didn't notice that Wenfeng was not wearing any underwear.
Women all have this habit: when they get home, they like to relax their bodies.
Fang Zhicheng took a look at the protruding red button on his chest and immediately couldn't stand it, and subconsciously arched his hips. Wen Feng was so smart that Fang Zhicheng's little action caught her attention. She felt a little embarrassed and a little happy. Women dress up to please themselves. Fang Zhicheng got a response from men because of his charm, which also proved that he was still attractive.
Fang Zhicheng took a deep breath and walked around Wenfeng to sit opposite her. The desk blocked the awkwardness. The mental change made the physical impulse uncontrollable. Fang Zhicheng felt like a beast wanting to break out of the cage, and it was swollen and painful.
"Zhicheng, why are you sweating so much?" Wenfeng saw that Fang Zhicheng looked unwell and thought that he had drunk too much and was still suffering from the aftereffects, so she took out a wet tissue and handed it to him.
Fang Zhicheng took the wet tissue and gently squeezed it. The slippery water flowed over his fingertips. He wiped his forehead, trying to divert his evil thoughts. He smiled and said, "I'm still a little drunk. I'll be fine later."
Wen Feng sighed and said, "I won't drink with you anymore." She raised her leg and her foot touched Fang Zhicheng's calf. Fang Zhicheng shuddered and said, "I'm sorry I touched you."
The brief skin contact made Fang Zhicheng feel ecstatic again. Fang Zhicheng tried to calm himself down, and he couldn't tell whether Wenfeng did it intentionally or unintentionally.
Finally, Fang Zhicheng breathed a sigh of relief. Even if Wen Feng was deliberately seducing him, he couldn't cross this line. Otherwise, how would he face Song Wendi when he met her in the future
Fang Zhicheng sat for a while, found an excuse, and left the study.
Looking at Fang Zhicheng's leaving figure, Wen Feng's eyes flashed with a trace of confusion, and she shook her head helplessly.
After Fang Zhicheng returned to the room, he pushed the quilt aside and lay flat on the bed. Wen Feng pushed the door a little, but ultimately did not come in, which made Fang Zhicheng feel a little regretful, but also a sense of relief.
At five in the morning of the next day, Fang Zhicheng found some dried clothes to change into. Without saying goodbye to Wenfeng, he left a note stuck in the crack of her bedroom door and left.
I didn't say hello to Wenfeng because I was afraid that the devil in my heart would be exposed.
After leaving the house, Fang Zhicheng called Guo Jinyuan and asked him to pick him up by car, and then he walked along the street of the community towards the east gate. After walking for about a quarter of an hour, a taxi stopped on the side of the road, and a girl slowly walked out from the back, wearing pointed high heels, explosive hair, and smoky makeup.
After getting off the car, she felt a little unsteady. The taxi sped away. She staggered a few steps, fell beside the flower bed, and vomited violently with a sound that made one's teeth ache.
Fang Zhicheng took a closer look, and although her face was completely unrecognizable due to makeup, he still recognized her as Miao Daier, the daughter of Miao Hancheng, the Deputy Minister of Finance, whom he had just met yesterday.
"What are you looking at! I'm going to gouge out your eyeballs!" Miao Dai'er wiped the saliva dripping from her mouth, glared at Fang Zhicheng, and said angrily.
Fang Zhicheng sighed, moved to the middle of the road, and thought to himself that he should avoid her.
Just as she passed by, two sports cars stopped in front of her, one was a Porsche, the other was a Jaguar. The man who got out of the Porsche was a man with a short haircut, and the man who got out of the Jaguar was a man with a mohawk. Hearing the shouts from behind, Miao Daier's eyes showed panic, and she said nervously, "Why are you following us?"
The short-haired man glared at Fang Zhicheng, suggesting that he should mind his own business. He smiled crookedly and said, "Dai fairy, you are really good at slipping away. You just blinked and disappeared. You said you were going to play with your buddies."
Miao Daier stood up, with a look of disdain in her eyes, and said, "Fuck you! Get out of my way."
The man with the buzz cut sneered and spat on the ground, "You've been slept with by someone, and you're still pretending to be innocent."
"Fuck!" Miao Dai'er's temper was ignited. She grabbed a handful of mud from the ground and threw it at the guy with the short hair.
Mohawk crossed his arms over his chest, grinning beside him. Seeing Fang Zhicheng stop, he frowned and said, "I told you to get out. Did you hear me?"
Miao Daier had already pounced in front of the short-haired man. The short-haired man turned his body to avoid the mud and sand attack, stretched out his hand, and hugged Miao Daier in his arms, grinning: "Play with me for a few days, I guarantee that your bad temper will be completely changed."
Miao Daier cursed, "Hurry up and let go of your dirty hands, or I'll find someone to chop them off."
"Just those few bad friends? Your reputation is ruined, they have already abandoned you." The short-haired man laughed and gently pulled the strap hanging on Miao Dai'er's shoulder. The shoulders below were exposed, revealing a large area of snow-white chest. Miao Dai'er could only hold her chest with all her strength and struggled hard.
Women are not as strong as men. When the short-haired man exerted force with his arms, Miao Dai'er's body became limp and she couldn't exert any strength.
"Mashiro, it's still big, and well developed!" The short-haired man leaned over to see her deep cleavage, and his eyes flashed with surprise, "No wonder everyone wants to sleep with you!"
Mohawk was standing by and said cheerfully, "I've played with it. Can you lend it to me for a few days?"
The guy with the short hair smiled and said, "Let's talk about it when you get tired of playing." After that, he twisted Miao Dai'er and walked towards the Porsche.
However, to his surprise, the man who was watching the show nearby had not left yet. He looked at him expressionlessly. His eyes seemed to be examining him. Although there was no emotion in them, they made him want to lower his head.
"Why don't you leave?" the short-haired guy said angrily, "Lao Diao, teach him a lesson, that look is so fucking annoying."
Mohawk nodded and walked towards Fang Zhicheng. He was about 1.78 meters tall, half a head shorter than Fang Zhicheng, but he was strong and had a lot of muscles all over his body. He had practiced boxing for seven or eight years, so it was no problem for him to deal with three or five ordinary people.
Mohawk pinched the joints of his right hand with his left hand, making a rattling sound. He walked towards Fang Zhicheng viciously and threw a punch hard, straight at his nose bridge. If nothing unexpected happened, one punch would break his nose bone. The next target would be his chin. After two punches, this guy would fall down.
However, an accident happened. Before Mohawk's fist arrived, he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. Fang Zhicheng kicked him directly in the stomach, then swept his elbow and hit him in the cheek.
This is a move of military boxing that Fang Zhicheng learned from Ning Qiangwei. It is relatively simple and practical, and is mainly used to surprise the opponent.
Mo Xi had practiced boxing before, so he had good resistance to blows. Fang Zhicheng's two punches only hit his face. He sneered, touched the blood at the corner of his mouth, and said, "How dare you hit me!"
Mohawk stepped forward quickly and threw a combination of punches. Fang Zhicheng was a little surprised because the two punches were very heavy and hurt his arm bones.
Fang Zhicheng suddenly realized that he was a little too arrogant and could not defeat Mohawk on his own.
Mohawk used all his strength to hit Fang Zhicheng in the stomach. Fang Zhicheng's stomach was filled with acid, but the ruthlessness in his bones also came up, and he hit Mohawk hard with his head. Mohawk howled in pain, with surprise in his eyes, covering his forehead and howling in pain.