The big man's wife is beautiful and sassy

It wasn't until the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom that Gu Yu slowly woke up from Lu Heng's words.

She sneered.

It wasn't until today that she realized that the reason why Lu Heng married her was not because she was shaken by her love or body, but because he completely recognized her in essence.

click.

A copper-colored pocket watch rolled out of a suit pocket on the sofa.

Gu Yu opened the pocket watch, and there was a small photo framed inside.

The young man with broken stars in his eyes pursed his lips, and stood behind the proud and stubborn girl, following every step, as if he wanted to follow to the ends of the world.

"Han Yiyi..." The sharp nails drew a deep groove on the girl's face.

Intense hatred welled up in Gu Yufei's eyes.

Midsummer is full of stars.

The girl was wearing a blue and white school skirt and walking on the tree-lined avenue of the campus, her black hair fluttering and her face stubborn.

Just after an awkward situation, the boy followed her not far behind.

She turned her head and glared at the young man behind her, "Lu Heng, don't follow me."

The young man's eyes were curved, broken stars overflowed, he smiled: "Yiyi, you are too domineering, you go your way, I go mine, do you have to worry about it?"

The girl was angry, and after a while, every time she turned around, she would always meet those smiling starry eyes.

"Lu Heng..."

Han Yiyi woke up from his sleep.

Opening his eyelids, the room was silent.

In the darkness, a faint blue flame lit a cigarette, and a curl of smoke passed from the man's throat and spit it out.

Between light and shadow, Mu Chenzhou smiled slightly at the woman on the bed, and said, "I'll only give you 2 minutes to explain."

Just after waking up, Han Yiyi glanced at him with hazy and confused eyes, as if he didn't quite understand the situation in front of him.

Mu Chenzhou walked slowly to the bed, leaned over and grabbed her chin, and in his nostrils, Han Yi could smell the faint smell of smoke and the gloomy and dangerous aura on the man.

"Han Yiyi, tell me, which man are you thinking about in my bed? Whose name are you calling?"

The color of the pupils flickered slightly, and the memory gradually shrank, recalling the scene in the dream just now, Han Yiyi had a splitting headache.

She was taken aback for a moment, and said softly, "I'm sorry, I may have had a dream."

"Huh? Spring Dream?" Warm palms rubbed the smooth skin, the man pursed his lips, and said in a lazy and casual tone, "Did I not satisfy you, which made you too hungry and thirsty?"

Slowly tore off the lace of the nightgown with her fingertips, revealing most of her snow-white complexion, her full bust line, and she was happy.

The cold air invaded, Han Yiyi couldn't help shivering a bit, and it was obvious what was going to happen next.

Possessiveness in rage is nothing but humiliation and torture.

Closing her eyes, she said calmly, "I know no matter how I explain it, you won't believe it, but Mu Chenzhou, since I married you for money, I have completely cut off the past. Of course, you can do whatever you want to me." How, as a substitute, I am very aware of my identity."

As a wife, she has the willfulness and the right to refuse, which can be used as a substitute for spending money, and she can only choose to bear it.

On this point, she was never hypocritical.

"Substitute?" Mu Chenzhou sneered, his eyes forced a cold look, "When did I call Xiao Yu's name when I was sleeping with you?"

Han Yiyi closed his eyes tightly, not looking for any answers.

There is too much disparity between them, apart from the money contract, anything else is a disaster for her.

A moment of freshness and nostalgia for your son.

The fun of it.

"Mr. Mu, if you want to do it, do it quickly. I only have this body left. I don't know if I can make you worth the fare."

The nightgown on his body was torn off forcefully, a fiery kiss fell fiercely between his lips, intertwined and bitten, Han Yi could only feel the tobacco mixed with blood bursting in his mouth.

Smothering hot.

Mu Chenzhou opened his eyes, and the woman's trembling long eyelashes lightly swept over his eye sockets, like light feathers catching on the tip of his heart, tickling.

Half a sound, lips parted.

Han Yi opened his eyelids one by one, without any sign of resistance, only a stubborn light flashed in his eyes, and his nose was red.

A bright, flamboyant, lively and wanton face suddenly overlapped in Mu Chenzhou's mind.

That was the first time he saw Han Yiyi.

And after that... this woman was always smiling and peaceful in front of him, meaningless after being smoothed out.

"Just this once." There was a muffled sound on the woman's plump forehead between his fingers, and Mu Chenzhou lowered his eyes, and said lightly, "Han Yiyi, don't provoke me again."

The man held back his chills, and he was an indifferent and noble prince.

She didn't close her eyes until early in the morning, unknowingly fell asleep until the next afternoon, and Han Yi, who woke up, dragged her tired face out the door one by one.

She is going to worship her father.

The florist received the order from Mu's family and delivered all the bouquets in the store.

Han Yi only chose a small bunch of daisies that his father loved most.

When she arrived at the cemetery, she saw an expected person from a distance.

Two pairs of similar eyes looked at each other.

It was she who called to ask Ye Fan to come.

On the tombstone, the picture of Father Han was still very young, with a gentle and refined temperament.

"Father, I'm sorry, I haven't been able to see you for the past three years." Han Yiyi gently placed the daisy in front of the tombstone, wiping the dust on the photo with his fingers.

Ye Fan stood behind her, leaning against the stone pillar expressionlessly, without any emotion in his eyes.

Han Yi frowned, "Do you have nothing to say to Dad?"

Ye Fan pursed his lips and said nothing.

Staring at the photo on the tombstone, his eyes were sore, but Han Yiyi no longer had the desire to cry.

She asked, "Are you still blaming Dad for his partiality?"

Since childhood, Father Han had repeatedly told Han Yiyi that the reason why she was called Yiyi was because Father Han believed that she was the only treasure in the world.

And Yi Yi, who grew up under the doting of his father, saw his so-called younger brother for the first time when he was five years old.

She was in her father's arms, watching a crying woman kneeling and pushing a three-year-old boy in front of her father...

From that day on, Ye Fan became her younger brother.

"There's nothing to blame. In his eyes, I'm just a product carefully designed by a greedy woman, which has tarnished his holy and only love." Ye Fan's tone was calm.

"He really hates you." Han Yiyi said without hesitation, "But every time you participate in the recording and broadcasting of racing, he will secretly watch it several times."

Emotions are so contradictory that they cannot be measured with reason.

"But I am indeed a sinner..." Xiu stopped in the middle of the conversation.

Han Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he turned to look at his younger brother, "What do you want to say?"

"It's nothing, it's just nonsense." Ye Fan lowered his long eyelashes, looked sleepy, and obviously didn't want to talk more.

Han Yi had doubts in his heart, but was interrupted by the driver who rushed over.

"Madam, it's time. There is a business exchange dinner tonight. Mr. Mu is waiting for you there."

After a moment of silence, she asked Ye Fan, "Do you have time to give me a ride?"