441 Ism Wrong, Ism Really Wrong (2/2)

'One Night Stand'. Tang Mo'er had also consumed this glass of wine before.

He had actually mistakenly drunk this glass of wine and had even gulped down copious amounts of it. It was all Lin Shiyu's fault to make him so confused.

He had already tolerated half a month of not seeing her. When he met her, she drenched him with a tub of cold water.

When he arrived, he was filled with fury and had ordered a lot of alcohol.

Fu Qinglun felt himself getting inebriated. He stood up from the bar counter and swayed a couple of times.

”Qinglun, let me hold onto you!” Lu Qi'er swiftly held Fu Qinglun. ”I will take you to the hotel to rest.”

…

In the hotel room.

Lu Qi'er placed Fu Qinglun onto the soft and large bed. Fu Qinglun was completely wasted and his body reeked of alcohol.

Lu Qi'er felt lucky. Even the heavens were helping her.

She stretched out a finger to stroke Fu Qinglun's handsome face. In terms of looks, Fu Qinglun and Gu Mohan were on par. If she could not have Gu Mohan, then having Fu Qinglun was good enough.

The aura of aristocracy from Fu Qinglun's body was unrivaled.

Lu Qi'er held up her arms and removed her coat, revealing a singlet top and short skirt. She climbed into bed and knelt beside Fu Qinglun.

Fu Qinglun was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. The muscles on his refined body were extremely defined, which exuded a whiff of aristocracy, unlike Lu Yan's. A black leather belt encircled his muscular waist and there was a bulge beneath it.

Lu Qi'er curved her red lips and reached out to loosen Fu Qinglun's leather belt.

She would become Fu Qinglun's woman after the die was cast.

At this moment, Fu Qinglun suddenly opened his eyes and his gaze fell squarely onto her face.

Lu Qi'er had not anticipated that he would wake up. She leaped up in shock, with her hand still on his belt and smiled seductively. ”Qinglun…”

Fu Qinglun slowly raised his hand. His clean and large palm touched Lu Qi'er's little face. In a daze, he muttered a name, ”Shi'shi…”

Shi'shi.

Lin Shiyu.

Lu Qi'er stiffened. She was so furious she nearly vomited blood. Fu Qinglun had actually thought she was Lin Shiyu.

”Shi'shi, it's really you. You've come back… I know, you did not intend to make me angry… Don't mention about divorce already, I'll never agree to it…”

Fu Qinglun had mistaken Lu Qi'er's face for Lin Shiyu's. He slowly stroked Lin Shiyu's pretty face.

”Qinglu, I…”

Fu Qinglun stretched out his large palm to hold Lu Qi'er's slender arm and forcefully pulled her to the bed.

”Ah,” Lu Qi'er let out a cry.

At this moment, Fu Qinglun rolled over and pinned down Lu Qi'er. He looked at the little face beneath him lovingly. ”Shi'shi, I have something to tell you. I like you. I've liked you for a very long time…

”I didn't marry you just because of Lu Qi'er. I really wanted to marry you. I saw you for the first time when you were ten years old and could not forget you. Please don't divorce me, please don't do it, Shi'shi. I beg you, I'm really begging you…

”I did pin down Lu Qi'er, but I didn't do anything with her. I know you mind it. I'm wrong, I was wrong, but I don't know how to make up for my mistake. The clock can't be turned back, won't you give me one more chance?”