Strong Marriage: Every Step Wins

Now after she met Du Pont, she felt a little restless. Du Pont came here often. Even if Madeline said something, Su Biyao was still afraid that Du Pont and Dewey would find out her true identity one day.

It doesn't matter if she dies, but she is afraid of dragging Lu Zhenyu down.

"Then where are you going with such elaborate dress?" Su Biyao remembered that Madeline hadn't answered her question yet, so she asked again with a smile.

"Does it look good?" Madeline didn't answer her question immediately, but turned around in a circle, looking at Su Biyao with a smile.

"Good looking, are you and Dewey going out?" Su Biyao asked curiously.

To be honest, she was a little worried that if Madeline was not by her side, something would happen, and it would be difficult for her to solve it alone in this unfamiliar place.

"No, I won't go out. Tonight he said he would hold a party in the villa to celebrate my return. Although I don't want to attend, I have to."

After Matilian finished speaking, she actually removed the makeup that she had painted just now, looked around again, and muttered to herself: "The makeup just now doesn't suit me, let me do it again."

"Yo, you really care about it." Su Biyao said with a smile, she thought that Matilian would be like her when she was arrested, thinking about how to escape all day, but she didn't expect him It's only a few hours of work to be so happy with the situation.

"Do you dare not care? If I let him lose someone, you must be the one who is unlucky." Madeline said calmly.

After finishing speaking, he drew his own eyebrows again, and when he turned his head to see Su Biyao's dumbfounded expression, he smiled twice and said, "Otherwise, I'll go out in my pajamas, and make sure you don't end well."

"No, no, you'd better dress up before going out. I'll go to bed first." After saying that, Su Biyao yawned, lay back on the bed again, and said lazily, "Don't let people disturb me."

After finishing speaking, Su Biyao grabbed the quilt and covered her body, as if she wanted to isolate herself from the world. Madeline smiled, but a bitterness surged in her heart. Looking at the gorgeous dress on her body, how could she It's not tasteful.

Women are very slow in trying on clothes. Mattie tried all afternoon before choosing a red dress. I have to say that after trying so many clothes, she still looks best in red, like a demon flower , Blooming to the fullest, peerless elegance.

In fact, Su Biyao didn't sleep. She suddenly felt that she owed Matilian more. With Matilian's skill and determination, she didn't have to be so controlled by others. It was all because of her. If it was because of her, Matilian would not be like this .

Thinking of this, Su Biyao felt a sense of guilt. When this matter is completely resolved, she will bring Matilian back to China, so that she can enjoy a normal love and a normal life without having to worry about it anymore. Constrained by others, there is nowhere to display his talents.

Thinking of this, Su Biyao felt it was a pity. Looking at Matilda, who was still wearing clothes on the left and right in front of the fitting mirror, Su Biyao smiled gently.

Due to the report party in the villa, many luxury cars have arrived one after another since the afternoon. There are also blonde beauties accompanying the big bosses, flaunting their heads one by one.

Standing in front of the window and seeing this scene, Su Biyao knew that DuPont was indispensable for this party. Fortunately, Dewey didn't think of her either.

"I'm leaving, you have a good rest." Matilian saw that the guests had almost arrived, and she walked out of the room in that red dress, looking back at every step, as if she was extremely worried about Su Biyao's safety.

When Su Biyao saw her, she was extremely moved. She hurriedly made a reassuring expression for Matilian to let her feel at ease. Seeing that Matilian walked out of the room, Su Biyao locked the door, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

The music outside is loud, this room seems to be soundproof, it is very noisy, the sky is gradually getting dark, Su Biyao is living a life of eating and waiting to die every day, and she feels a little unhappy in her heart.

Right in front of the window, you can see the whole view of the garden of the villa. Men and women in dresses shuttle among the flowers, and the waiters in white clothes hold trays in their hands, with fine champagne in them for the guests to drink.

Seeing a phone in the guest room, Su Biyao still couldn't help calling Lu Zhenyu's cell phone. Although she knew that Lu Zhenyu's cell phone had been disconnected for many days, she still wanted to make a call.

Sure enough, the call was not connected, but Su Biyao didn't care at all, pretending that the call had already been connected, and said softly, "Hello, is this Lu Zhenyu?"

There was no response there, but Su Biyao hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time, so she pretended to be someone there, smiled lightly and said, "Lu Zhenyu, I haven't seen you for a long time, I don't know, are you okay?" ?”

After finishing speaking, Su Biyao smiled softly. In fact, although she and Lu Zhenyu had only been married for a few months, their relationship was gradually improving, and Su Biyao couldn't see her own heart clearly.

When she married Lu Zhenyu back then, she really just wanted to avenge her parents as soon as possible, but now, her heart is a little bit biased towards Lu Zhenyu. If it is time to part, can she still be ruthless and leave?Su Biyao was very uncertain.

"Zhenyu, don't worry about me, I'm fine." Su Biyao said to the busy voice on the other end of the microphone: "I'm doing fine now, I want to tell you something..."

Before she finished speaking, there was a rough knock on the door. Su Yao was startled. She quickly put down the microphone in her hand and asked tremblingly in English: "Who is it?"

"Open the door." The person outside is a man, shouting in a hoarse voice, Su Biyao can hear that the man outside is already drunk, and he doesn't know what will happen, Su Biyao hurriedly said: "I'm sorry , sir, go to the toilet and go somewhere else, this is the guest room."

Su Biyao thought that this man was drunk, maybe he was looking for a toilet, that's why she said that, but the man outside was not willing to let go, and beat the door vigorously and said: "Open the door, I am here to find a woman, isn't it? Looking for a toilet."

After finishing speaking, the knock on the door became louder and louder, and Su Biyao was tightly wrapped in the quilt, not daring to move, for fear that the man outside would break into the door at some point.

At this time, the first person she thought of was Lu Zhenyu, how she wished that Lu Zhenyu could appear in this place.

"Open the door, you open the door for me." The man outside was obviously a smart guy, and when he heard the voice inside was a woman, he became impatient and slammed the door loudly.

"This is Dewey's home, aren't you afraid that you will offend someone you can't offend?" Su Biyao boldly threatened.

She knew that Dewey was very powerful, and felt that such a threat should be effective, but unexpectedly, the people outside laughed and said, "Who doesn't know that Dewey only likes Miss Madeleine, and you are not his woman, what am I afraid of? "

Hearing this, Su Biyao felt mixed emotions in her heart, but she was even more afraid of people from outside breaking in. Seeing the crumbling door lock, Su Biyao sank, turned over from the bed, pushed some heavy pieces of furniture, pushed When I got to the door, I felt relieved.

The rough sound outside the door gradually disappeared because of knocking on the door for a long time, and Su Biyao breathed a sigh of relief. Standing on the window and looking down, Matilian was no longer seen in the garden, and the music below also changed. It was sonorous and powerful, as if dancing tango.

Although Su Biyao has known Matilda for so long, she has never seen her dance, so she was a little curious at the moment, wondering what such an elegant woman looks like when she dances.

Sometimes Su Biyao often thinks, as a man, if he can marry such a woman, he will have no regrets in his life.

Thinking of this, Su Biyao removed those heavy objects one by one, quietly opened the door, and took a look.

Seeing the calm outside, Su Biyao breathed a sigh of relief. This is the third floor, and there is a circular place below. You can see what's going on below even on the third floor. Su Biyao hesitated for a while, then stepped out .

As soon as she reached the stairs, Su Biyao saw Madeleine and Dewey wearing fiery red clothes, hugging and dancing in the middle of the circle.

Madeline was like an elegant white swan, smiling happily in the arms of the prince.

Dewey also seemed to be a gentle person. He was wearing a black suit at this time, with a tall and straight figure, about 1.8 meters tall, standing next to Madeleine, which matched her very well. It is constantly changing with the change of rhythm, which is very beautiful.

Su Biyao had seen enough, just when she was about to turn around and go back, a familiar voice came from behind and said, "Miss, where did I seem to see you?"

After finishing speaking, Su Biyao could clearly feel the person behind her approaching step by step, and she had recognized that it was Du Pont's voice.

Su Biyao was afraid that Du Bang would recognize her when he approached, so she hurriedly hoarse her voice to make her voice not sound like her own, and said with a smile: "Mr. "

After finishing speaking, Su Biyao smiled embarrassingly to cover up the embarrassment in her heart, and was even more afraid that Du Pont would recognize her.

"Maybe." Hearing Su Biyao's voice like this, Du Bang dispelled the doubts in his heart, and even smiled at himself, how could he meet Su Biyao in such a place.

Thinking of this, Du Bang turned around and left. Thinking of Su Biyao's stubbornness, Du Bang still felt a burst of emotion in his heart. He rarely saw a woman who wanted to keep her chastity regardless of her own life.

If he could catch that woman again, he would definitely not let her go. Thinking of this, Du Pont couldn't help clenching his fists, as if he was going to win.