Let's Squander A Billion First!-Chapter 611 - Raising a Star (34)
Chapter 611: Chapter 611: Raising a Star (34)
Chapter 611: Chapter 611: Raising a Star (34)
Feng Wang got into the car with an extremely poor complexion, arms crossed, putting on a ‘I’m very angry, no one can soothe me’ kind of pose.
Chuzheng got in the car after him, while the assistant went to drive.
The back of the car became quiet for a moment.
Feng Wang glanced at Chuzheng from the corner of his eye, “Didn’t you come to pick me up? How come it turned into a fan meeting?”
What kind of tone is that, the Good Person Card?
Sarcastic and strange.
“Speak properly.” Is this how you treat your sponsor?
“Hmph.”
Feng Wang let out a light snort, “Why do they get to call you ‘husband’?”
Why… how should I know why, maybe it’s because I’m good-looking.
Seeing Feng Wang’s complexion getting worse, Chuzheng pondered for a moment, then seriously suggested, “What should you call them then?”
What… what should he call?
What a joke, he’s a man, what ‘husband’ should he be calling?
“You’re my sponsor, I can’t let others call you that.” Hearing others calling him that made him feel very uncomfortable.
“Oh… why?” It’s just a title.
“Do you want to be their sponsor too?”
Chuzheng shook his head, earnestly promising, “Only your sponsor.”
Feng Wang: “…”
Damn!
Whenever you try to say something flirty to her, she either veers off the topic or completely ignores you.
Yet, always when you least expect it, she pops up with a flirty comment or two.
And she’s dead serious about it…
Is she pretending, or is it for real?
“I want a kiss,” Feng Wang suddenly said, “The five-minute kind.”
Since Good Person Card himself was asking for a kiss, Chuzheng of course wouldn’t refuse and signaled him to come over.
Feng Wang: “…”
I must be… crazy!
Feng Wang resigned himself and went over, casually pulling down the partition.
Assistant: “…” I heard everything!
During the kiss, Feng Wang wasn’t very focused and kept snapping photos with his phone. Chuzheng pressed down his hand holding the phone, “Focus.”
Feng Wang had no choice but to put away his phone.
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Universe’s Most Handsome Feng Wang V: This is my sponsor, please show some respect, ok? @Chi Chuzheng V[Picture]
The picture was of the two of them kissing.
When Feng Wang’s Weibo post went out, a rush of Chuzheng’s fans came in and started cursing at Feng Wang.
They roughly said that he was just a vase, dreaming of monopolizing their Little Cutie—forget it; Little Cutie would eventually abandon him, and by then, he’d just be a yellow-faced man…
The term ‘yellow-faced man,’ who knows how that one came to be.
Feng Wang, seeing these comments, naturally was not pleased.
He rolled up his sleeves and went at it with a group of netizens.
In the past, whenever Feng Wang tagged Chuzheng, Chuzheng would quickly share it.
But this time, two hours had passed, and Chuzheng hadn’t shared the post, leading everyone to believe that Feng Wang was out of favor this time.
[Soul Mate: The fact tells us not to be arrogant because of favor, otherwise you will lose it, haha. ]
[Chuzheng’s Little Cutie: The vase should have some self-awareness; you’re not worthy of our husband. ]
Feng·Vase·Wang probably didn’t know what self-awareness meant.
He put down his phone and marched into the bedroom with a clop, clop of his footsteps.
Chuzheng was on the phone; he watched her for a bit, then turned back to the living room and went in with the computer from the table.
He pulled Chuzheng down to sit.
Chuzheng silently asked him what he was doing.
Feng Wang didn’t speak but opened Weibo’s web page, signaling her to log in.
Chuzheng looked at him.
Feng Wang leaned in and kissed her cheek.
Being close, Feng Wang heard someone on the phone talking about something like a tower, acquisition, contracts, and so on…
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Chuzheng raised her hand to touch his head, then typed on the computer keyboard, logging into Weibo.
Feng Wang took back the computer and, in front of Chuzheng, shared the Weibo post he had made earlier.
Chi Chuzheng V: From now on, stop calling me hubby. //@Feng Wang the Ultimate: This is my gold patron, please show some respect, ok? @Chi Chuzheng V[Image]
Chuzheng just looked on, not stopping him.
After retweeting, Feng Wang threw away the computer and pinned Chuzheng to the bed.
“I’m taking a call.” Chuzheng whispered a warning to him.
“You take it, I won’t disturb you,” Feng Wang said as he kissed her, rolling twice and moving down from the chin to the neck, kissing all the way to the collarbone.
Feng Wang used his teeth to undo the buttons on Chuzheng’s clothes.
Call this not disturbing?
Feng Wang kissed with varying pressure, and whatever was being said on the phone, Chuzheng was no longer able to focus and listen.
“We’ll talk tomorrow.” Chuzheng quickly ended the phone call, then flipped over to pin Feng Wang beneath her: “Feng Wang, what are you doing?”
Feng Wang was unabashed: “You’re my gold patron, what I’m doing now is what I should be doing.”
“Stop messing around.”
“I’m not messing around, I want you.” Feng Wang tilted his chin slightly, the perfect curve of his profile more radiant in the light, like a layer of lustrous halo had been applied, as smooth as white porcelain, his lips parting and closing, “Will you give it to me?”
Feng Wang had thought about this for a long time.
He didn’t dislike her, in fact, he liked her…
Of course he wanted to make her his.
Chuzheng resisted the temptation: “No.”
Chuzheng got up, but before she could leave, Feng Wang pulled her back.
“Why not?” Feng Wang wrapped his arms around her: “You became my gold patron because you wanted me, right?”
“Not these days.” Chuzheng amended: “In a few days… we’ll do it.”
Feng Wang frowned, and after a moment seemed to realize something: “…That time of the month?”
Chuzheng stroked his head: “Be patient, hang in there.”
Feng Wang: “…”
Was this something he could endure?
Ah!
Feng Wang frowned irritably, feeling as if something inside him was trying to break free from its restraints.
He flipped over and quickly went to the living room, digging inside his coat, unsure if he hadn’t brought it or if it had fallen, but there was no medicine inside.
“What’s wrong?”
Chuzheng followed him out.
Feng Wang wanted to burst out in anger.
But he forced it back down.
He couldn’t get angry, couldn’t lose his temper in front of her, couldn’t lose control in her presence.
Stay calm.
Focus…
“What’s wrong?” Chuzheng stepped forward to turn him around: “Are you feeling uncomfortable?”
Feng Wang clenched his fists tightly, and just when he was about to succumb to the irritation rising within him, Chuzheng suddenly leaned in to kiss him.
Her palm gently stroked his back.
The irritation that had begun to rise seemed to melt away with her touch, slowly settling down.
There had been a few times before when Feng Wang had felt a slight sensation.
He felt that her kissing him could quickly calm him down.
But those times, he hadn’t been close to losing control, just feeling a bit of irritation at the bottom of his heart.
But this time, Feng Wang felt it clearly.
The raging waves, suddenly frozen by snow and ice, the whole world calmed down, enveloping a faint cool fragrance.
“Kiss me longer,” Feng Wang murmured lowly, “okay?”
“How long?” Chuzheng asked seriously: “Are we still having dinner?”
Feng Wang: “…”
This is the time when you should decisively push me down without any hesitation!
Not ask such a question!
Feng Wang muttered: “I’m not hungry.”
“Your stomach is hungry.” Stomach issues would still end up being my concern in the end.
“With you kissing, I won’t be hungry.”
“I can curb hunger?”
“Yes, you can also cure diseases.” Feng Wang declared firmly: “Cure my disease.”
My turbulent passions ebb only for you.
