Never leave my wife: I won't date the president if he remarries

The slightly perfunctory words made Zhong Linlan's mouthful of fishy sweetness stuck in her throat, and she couldn't get up or down. She ran upstairs and closed the door forcefully.

No one saw the strong anger and desperate madness in her eyes.

Su Wuxi, all of this is your fault!I must make your life worse than death! !

Listening to the slamming door, Mother Zhong poured a glass of water and handed it to Father Zhong whose chest was heaving violently, persuading him, "It's normal for a child to make some mistakes. Is it necessary to get so angry?"

"Small matter? If it happens again, I will not be this unfilial daughter. You don't know the current situation of the Zhong family. If her misbehavior causes the Zhong family's stock price to fall again, our Zhong family will really be finished!" Angry and laughing, Zhong The father sneered twice, and said a word with a dark face.

It just so happened that the door upstairs opened a crack, Zhong Linlan listened expressionlessly, only the occasional grievance in her eyes showed that she had other emotions.

She closed the door forcefully again, dragged out the lockbox and stuffed it with clothes indiscriminately, and went downstairs quickly after a while.

Seeing her appearance, Mother Zhong raised her eyes in surprise: "Xiao Lan, you are..." Where are you going?

Before she finished speaking, she saw her always well-behaved daughter walking straight in front of her, not stopping to answer at all.

With trembling hands, Father Zhong flicked the overflowing cup to the ground. The water stains were mixed with the debris that had not been cleaned up, and under the refraction of the light, it hurt people's eyes.

Turning a blind eye to everything behind him, closing the door to isolate everything, Zhong Linlan seemed to have been drained of all the strength in his body.

She returned to the apartment, went to the refrigerator to get two bottles of liquor with a slightly higher alcohol content, curled up beside the bed and drank one after another.

Baijiu was hot in the mouth, and Zhong Linlan, who was used to fine red wine, choked on it two or three times in a row. Her pale face turned rosy because of Father Zhong's words.

All the grievances and resentment she had suffered during this period burst out, overwhelming her so much that she couldn't breathe. Zhong Linlan stumbled and fumbled for her phone on the table.

With blurred vision, she blinked and clicked into a certain contact, sobbing and started sending messages.

In fact, at this time, typing was already impractical. After Zhong Linlan tried to send out a string of garbled characters, he threw the phone on the carpet angrily.

She drank half a glass of white wine, then crawled to pick up the phone, sobbing and speaking.

Even if Yuan Heting didn't want her, Zhong Linlan still couldn't let her go.

She spent so much time and energy, exhausted all means, and she was about to become a legitimate Mrs. Yuan, but she fell short at the last step.

She can't be reconciled.

Maybe drinking and having sex and threatening him with it would restore her to her former status.

Fantasizing, Zhong Linlan cried intermittently, implying that she wanted Yuan Heting to accompany her.

After the sending was successful, Zhong Linlan was half crying and half laughing, with twisted calculations on his face.

Leaning on the bed and waiting quietly, she didn't know that she sent the message to the wrong person, the screen of the phone was on, and there were several unread new messages one after another, and the word Lu Chutian stayed quietly in the upper left corner.

"Lin Lan, what happened? Can you reply to the message?" Another voice message was sent, but there was still no movement on the other side, and Lu Chutian's face darkened.

He was sitting on a chair, half an arm's worth of documents piled up on the table in front of him, the computer screen was on, and documents composed of countless fonts were waiting for the owner's blessing.

But he didn't have the slightest thought, his mind was full of Zhong Linlan's weeping voice.

She seldom cried. He saw her cry very few times since she was a child. She has always been gentle and steady. This time she must have suffered a heavy blow.

Frowning tightly, Lu Chutian couldn't stay for a moment without getting a response, so he ordered his assistant to quickly book a flight ticket back home.

There is a time difference between foreign countries and domestic countries. When I returned home, the twilight was dark, and only the wisps of afterglow hinted that it was a sunny day.

Without stopping too much at the airport, Lu Chutian went straight to Yuan's house.

When he rang the doorbell, he felt nervous for no reason. Seeing Zhong Linlan, how should he explain the reason for his sudden appearance?
With a lot of thoughts, the door in front of him was snapped open, and the servant held the doorknob with obvious surprise on his face: "Master Lu, are you back?"

Others don't know about Lu Chutian's going abroad, but acquaintances still know a little bit, and even the servants have heard some rumors.

Master Lu came back to find him?

In just a few seconds, several thoughts swirled in my mind, and the servant still maintained a decent smile, as if carved out of sculpture.

Lu Chutian's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and the corners of his lips raised slightly, outlining a smile: "Well, is Lin Lan there?"

His tone was very natural, without any extra emotion, and he usually kept in touch with Yuan Heting, so the servant didn't think much, and replied casually: "Miss Zhong is not here, she has moved out for a while."

Seeing Lu Chutian's handsome appearance, the servant blushed and added: "Master Lu, do you want to wait for Master to come back?"

"No!" Lu Chutian's eyes darkened slightly, but his face didn't show it, and he politely said goodbye and left.

His back was tall and straight, like a strong pine tree, and he was indescribably handsome, the servant couldn't help shaking his head, and closed the door reluctantly.

Driving away, Lu Chutian had a clear goal, and he felt a little more anxious. According to the servant's words, something must have happened that he didn't know about.

The hand holding the steering wheel unconsciously exerted force, Lu Chu got out of the car, and kept ringing the doorbell with a biting chill all over his body.

There was no response from inside. He pursed his lips and pressed the doorbell again and again tirelessly amidst the crisp sound of the doorbell. The last bit of red in the sky was quietly covered in the ink-like blackness.

Just when he thought there was really no one in the house, the door opened with a click, revealing a small crack. Zhong Linlan looked out the door unsteadily, his eyes filled with drunken ignorance.

Lu Chutian's heart tightened, his movements preceded his consciousness, and he supported Zhong Linlan, his soft body leaned docilely in his arms, and the strong smell of wine penetrated into his nose.

He pushed open the door, and the lights in the room were not turned on. With his eyesight, he could see the miscellaneous wine bottles rolling on the floor.

She frowned, her lips curled into a sharp arc, but the person in her arms started to move restlessly, she half-opened her eyes, and her red lips impatiently moved closer.

Lu Chutian's body froze, and he didn't dodge. He almost greedily felt the softness printed on his lips, and couldn't help but deepen his strength.

Accompanied by the faint sweetness of the wine, Lu Chutian leaned back against the door slowly, and the door closed tightly in the kiss, making a soft sound.

Zhong Linlan raised his head slightly, murmured indistinctly, and soon burst into tears.

She leaned closer, wanting to hear what was being said, but she suddenly stuck close to her, her hands dishonestly slipping in from the hem of her clothes, skillfully teasing her, causing fire everywhere.

With heavy breathing, Zhong Linlan seemed determined to seduce him.

How could he restrain himself when he looked at the woman whose clothes were half-faded, her fair complexion looming.But Yuan Heting's face couldn't stop appearing in his mind. With a low growl, he left her with the last trace of reason and restraint, and quickly walked into the bathroom.

Half an hour later, the bathroom door was opened with a click, and the man stood with gloomy eyes. The water flowed down his tense muscles, bringing out a different kind of beauty.

Zhong Linlan half hugged the quilt, squinted his eyes and muttered: "Thirsty, I want to drink water, water, where is the water?"

At the end of the conversation, she couldn't help raising her volume, which seemed a little vexatious.

The darkness in his eyes completely receded, Lu Chutian smiled helplessly, fumbled and pressed the switch, and the whole room lit up in the next second, making the surroundings even more messy.

Humming in dissatisfaction, being pierced by the sudden light, he pulled the quilt and covered his head completely, Zhong Linlan swept the pillow to the ground as if venting his anger.

When Lu Chutian came back with the water and saw this scene, the smile on his lips couldn't help being a little more real, and he carefully coaxed her to drink the water.

Zhong Linlan didn't cooperate very much, she slapped the water out of the ground, and started crying. After half an hour of fussing, she fell asleep from exhaustion.

His fingertips ran across the delicate cheeks, the numbness was still there, Lu Chutian looked at Zhong Linlan's much thinner cheeks with distress, and felt a burst of bitterness.

What happened in his absence?
Putting the pillow back on the bed, and obediently helping her cover the quilt and tidy up the mess on the floor, Lu Chutian sat quietly on the sofa, squinting his eyes sleepily.

After eight or nine hours of non-stop work abroad, receiving news from Zhong Linlan and rushing back non-stop was another toss, even he couldn't bear it.

Holding on, Lu Chutian didn't dare to sleep soundly, and tried to take care of Zhong Linlan as soon as she needed it. He sat on the sofa all night, and only fell asleep near dawn.

After dawn, he went out the door lightly.

Zhong Linlan woke up in the strong scent of vegetables. She rubbed her temples, her headache was splitting, and the sequelae of drunkenness were undoubtedly revealed.

Looking across the clean and tidy room, she seemed to have sent a message to Yuan Heting in the remaining fragments of consciousness, and then a man came to her house in a daze.

She lifted the quilt and looked at the clothes on her body for the first time. She tried to find some other traces, but the clothes on her body were yesterday's. Although it was a little wrinkled, it could be seen that it had not been changed.

The light of joy in his eyes dimmed, fleeting.

However, whether Yuan Heting's presence meant she still had a chance, he still couldn't let her go.

The curve of Zhong Linlan's mouth couldn't be suppressed no matter what, she even had the urge to call Su Wuxi immediately.

Look, the man you stole came to my house!
Resisting the impulse, Zhong Linlan chose a thin gauze skirt and went into the bathroom. After taking a shower, she put on light makeup on herself, trying to be cute and pitiful.

With enchanting steps, she pushed open the door coquettishly. The busy man in the kitchen turned his head when he heard the sound, and a familiar face that could not be seen in front of him came into view.

Zhong Linlan's expression froze, undetectably stiff.

Lu Chutian raised his eyebrows gently and harmlessly, and his hearty smile remained the same as before: "Are you awake?"

"Well, why are you here?" The originally slightly voluptuous expression instantly subsided and turned into gentleness, Zhong Linlan wrapped his shawl around him, covered the looming place tightly, and looked towards the kitchen with his head.

"Are you cooking?" Her tone was uncertain, but it seemed to be the case.

It's unbelievable to think that the young master who doesn't touch the spring water with his ten fingers cooks breakfast for the first time.

At the same time, with some subtle concerns, is this dish edible?

Perhaps her emotions were clearly displayed on her face. Lu Chutian wiped his hands in embarrassment, and carefully placed the steaming porridge and a plate of side dishes on the table.