Reincarnated as the overlord's little flirt

He was so busy that even though she was in the car, he didn't say a word to her.

Then after sending her to the place, she went to take a shower.

Su Leng felt at a loss for the first time.

She found some shadow of Li Xuanshen in this man, but she couldn't put all her feelings on him.

Looking at the big bed next to her, she thought about it.

Su Leng originally didn't like sleeping alone.

In the last life, when she was a child, she cuddled her mother to sleep, and when she grew up, she cuddled her cousin to sleep. When she got older, she could only buy some dolls and toys to fill up the vacant space on the bed. Later, after marrying Luo Zhiyu, she thought that This problem can be easily solved, but in the end, Luo Zhiyu won't be home for three days, and even if she is at home, she will stay in the study until very late. At that time, she often falls asleep with her pillow in her arms.

In this life, she has learned to enjoy the time alone in the indifferent world, and even repelled the excitement because of it.

When Fu Yichen came out of the bathroom wearing a towel, she knew that she would not have a good sleep tonight.

However, even if she rejects it, there is no reason to refuse the two of them sharing the same bed. Who made them husband and wife?
In other words, even if Fu Yichen really did something to her, it was justified.

Before Fu Yichen came out, she was already lying on the bed, occupying a small half of the bed, lying flat, if it wasn't for the slightly trembling eyelashes that betrayed her, no one would believe that she was not asleep.

A certain place on the side of the bed suddenly sank slightly, and then, a faint scent of bathing fell on Su Leng's nose, wrapping the man's body temperature, and it was a little warm.

This warmth is getting closer and closer, almost melting into her skin, she can really feel the oppression of the man.

Without opening his eyes, Su Leng knew that he was bending over and staring at him.

She frowned subconsciously.

Then, the man's low smile slowly spread into his ears, and as he stood up, the pressed position on the side of the bed slowly rose up.

Suddenly, a thumb gently stroked her brows, smoothing her wrinkled wrinkles, "Good night."

After a while, there was a slight sound of closing the door, and Su Leng opened his eyes.

In the cold and indifferent eyes, there was a trace of embarrassment of pretending to be asleep and being seen through.

Under the bright moonlight, her room was not too dark.

She turned her head to look at the side door, and remembered the room it led to—the study.

It was slightly cold in the middle of the night in August, and the coldness in her eyes warmed up a bit.

Is Fu Yichen a gentleman?She wasn't sure.

A person who is only 28 years old and has great prestige in the business and official circles, his road to the top cannot be said to be completely innocent.

Those who are ruthless will do whatever they can to get things done.

But tonight, Fu Yichen would condescend to hug a woman he didn't know well, apply medicine to her, invite someone to take care of her in the bath, analyze and respect her wishes and sleep in a separate room.

It can be said that everything is in detail.

She thought of the night a year ago, after Fu Yichen grabbed the towel from the servant and dried her hair, his eyes were calm, "A bird that has not yet fully fledged needs the protection of a big bird, and a smart girl will find one for herself." backing."

After a pause for a few seconds, in Su Leng's confused eyes, he suggested, "Perhaps, Miss Su can consider marrying me."

His tone was very peaceful, without a trace of coercion, and he did not limit when she would reply. Perhaps it was because of his "generosity" that Su Leng felt that this proposal was not absurd.

"Buzz-"

The sudden ringtone focused her scattered eyes.When he got up, he saw that it was Fu Yichen's mobile phone which had been left on the dressing table.

There is only a wall between the study and the bedroom, and the sound insulation effect is not strong on a quiet night.

But the bell rang for a long time, and the door did not open.

Su Leng closed his eyes, not intending to interfere with his privacy.

After a while, the vibrating sound of the phone stopped, and just as Su Leng slowly sank his breath, the familiar vibrating sound came again.

Maybe it's a matter of urgency.

Su Leng turned on the light and sat up, picked up his phone, got out of bed and walked over to knock on the door.

The phone buzzed and vibrated in her palm, but she didn't look at it.

In a few seconds, the door opened, and Fu Yichen was wearing a loose and smooth silk dark blue nightgown, looking down at her.

Looking over his shoulder, Su Leng saw the simple single bed next to the computer desk, and a thin quilt neatly placed opposite the pillow.

His eyes were clear, and there was no trace of sleepiness.

Su Leng blinked and looked away, "Your phone rang twice."

While saying this, the phone was still buzzing.Su Leng raised his hand to give it to him, and inadvertently saw the phone call note - Fu Ya.

In just one second, the ringtone disappeared, replaced by a message that leaped onto the screen: I'm so sad, I want to see you.

The remarks of WeChat friends are still Fu Ya.

Fu Yichen took the phone and lowered his hand, there was no abnormality in his eyes, as if this person named Fu Ya was an insignificant person.

He looked at Su Leng and asked, "Can't sleep?"

Su Leng recovered, shook his head, "No."

There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "That's good, let's rest."

After saying that, he raised his chin towards the big bed.

Su Leng nodded naturally, and closed the door.

Strangely, after lying in bed for more than an hour, she found herself having symptoms of insomnia.

What's even more strange is that what Fu Yichen received was the message before his eyes - I'm so sad, I want to see you.

Fu Ya, just from the name, seems to belong to the Fu family, maybe a younger sister or elder sister.

But if they were blood relatives, they would generally not post such thought-provoking messages.

That message was more like a coquettish begging for mercy between lovers.

Su Leng didn't want to speculate on the secret, but her brain couldn't control her thoughts, so she had no choice but to go to the bathroom and wash her face with cold water.

After lying back on the bed, his breath gradually stabilized and he fell asleep slowly.

In the opposite door, the man has also fallen asleep.

On the desk was a bottle of expired sleeping pills, which he had found in a drawer, but it was never used.

In fact, since he entered into marriage with Su Leng a year ago, this medicine has not appeared in his nights much.

I thought it would be useful tonight, so I found it out, only to find out it was expired.

But, it doesn't matter, with Su Leng, he has quit sleeping pills.

The night wind gently fanned the curtains, and time passed slowly. Two hours later, the man sat up in shock, his face covered with sweat.

Those sharp black eyes were stained with panic and fear at this moment, very unlike him.

After a while, the cold wind blew away his drowsiness, he wiped his face with his hand, and he was already awake.

The last time I had this nightmare was a year ago.

That night was not easy to sleep, he took two sleeping pills before falling asleep in a daze, after that, he seemed to have entered another world.

In that world, there is another him, living his life step by step.

In that world, there is also Su Leng, but that Su Leng is pure and kind, a little girl who loves to laugh, and lives in a family that thinks it is extremely happy.

Later, she married into the Luo family, and after only one year, news spread that she had lost her mind.

Rumor has it that she was so mad that she killed her husband with a dagger in her hand.

Overnight, she became a joke, and his husband, Luo Zhiyu, after confining his wife, married another young lady of the Su family, Su Yingxue.

Someone asked him if he committed bigamy?
The answer is no, because he never registered his marriage with Su Leng, but only had a wedding, and he also obtained the marriage certificate from the black market.

Su Yingxue's explanation for this was that her younger sister, Su Leng, used all means to snatch her boyfriend away.

As for Su Leng's biological father, Su Qing's attitude towards this was acquiescence.

Later, someone said that Su Leng, the second young lady of the Su family, was not only robbed of her husband, but also all the shares in the Su family were taken away by the elder sister, and she didn't even know it.

Waking up from the dream that night, Fu Yichen stood in front of the balcony and smoked a whole pack of cigarettes.

He doesn't have much addiction to smoking and has strong self-control, but that night, he really lost control.

Just because of that really distressing dream.

The thin figure in the dream, after being betrayed by his family, yelled heart-piercingly over and over again, clearly hitting his eardrums, making him unable to believe that it was just a dream.

One night not long after, friends got together to chat, and one of them read out an interesting story in the circle of friends——

"That brat from the Luo family lost face, and was rejected by the second miss of the Su family."

"how?"

The friend showed him the circle of friends, "Su Leng, the second young lady of the Su family, came of age tonight. Originally, the two families planned to get them engaged, but unexpectedly, this girl backed down. Luo Zhiyu was ashamed and humiliated."

Fu Yichen remembered this detail, but in his dream, the coming-of-age ceremony ended happily.

At that moment, he knew that he couldn't sit still and wait for his death, the right was to prevent the heartache from spreading.

That night, he drove to the neighborhood of Su's house and picked up the down-and-out girl from the rain.

And tonight, a similar dream came without warning, and he saw the woman imprisoned in the stable.

Flames filled the sky, and her cries were swallowed up by fireworks minutes later.

That was the third year and the last year of her life when she was imprisoned as mentally ill.

The night wind gradually subsided, he stretched out his hand to the cigarette pack, lit one and stood in front of the window, looking at the vast night, frowning slightly.

After a while, the door of the compartment opened, and a tall and tall figure slowly walked into the bedroom.

The moonlight spread on the monochrome quilt cover, clearly showing the outline of the woman's raised body.

She seemed to be sleeping very well, her sleeping position was stable, and her sleeping appearance was peaceful.

This kind of her reminded him of that night a year ago.

After he proposed marriage, the girl didn't agree, and there was a little bit of unthinkable in her preoccupied eyes.

Those beautiful eyes were no longer bright and pure as before, and were covered by heavy clouds overnight.

She asked him, "Why? Why?"

He didn't answer one by one, but said, "Think slowly, I'm not in a hurry."

The next day, the girl called him and said only four words: I promise you.

At that time, he confirmed that the dream was not a dream.

Only when you have died, you will know the beauty of life. Once you live, you will not allow yourself to repeat the same mistakes.

But a girl is just a girl after all, and she lacks experience and ability to deal with things. If she is not careful, she may be tripped by her own impulse. Therefore, he put forward two conditions. One is to let her go abroad for two years. In the past year, all the past has been deposited, and it has slowly transformed in silence, so that I have enough ability to deal with wind and rain.

Over the past year, she has indeed changed a lot, which is reflected in her emotional management.

In the silence of the night, he stared at the girl's face and gently placed a kiss on her lips.

Su Leng set the alarm for seven o'clock before going to bed, but opened his eyes before the alarm went off.

In Haicheng at the end of August, the morning light is warm, and the golden glow sprinkles on the green pines, shaking gently with the wind.

She slowly withdrew her eyes from the swaying branches and leaves outside the window, and then she remembered that she was at Fu's house.

At this moment, the door of the bathroom opened, and Fu Yichen came out from inside, wearing a thin off-white gown and apricot trousers, neatly dressed, not too formal nor too casual.

With his figure, he won't lose his temper in anything.

Seeing the woman's slightly dazed look, Fu Yichen curled his mouth lightly, picked up the nightgown and put it on her shoulders, "Mom and Dad will come over later, the clothes are in the bathroom for you, go change."

Su Leng has only met Fu's parents once, and it has been more than a year since now.

That was the night after he and Fu Yichen received the certificate.

The timing was unlucky, it was not a solar term and it was not a weekend, so only the two elders of the Fu family were at home, and Su Leng did not meet the rest of the Fu family.

The impression of them can be summed up in four words: friendly and polite.

Both the Fu family and the Su family are big families in Haicheng, but the Fu family has developed rapidly in recent years. In a certain level, the status of the Fu family has changed from that of the Su family.

But the words and deeds of the Fu family's parents are elegant and generous, which did not make the wealth lower their quality.

When we met back then, Fu Yichen's mother, Zhao Xinru, gave her a bracelet, which was taken off her wrist and given to her. She said it was to be passed on to the daughter-in-law of the Fu family from generation to generation. .

Su Leng stood in front of the bathroom wall mirror, touched his empty wrist, and pursed his lips.

When she returned to China this time, she did not foresee that she would meet Fu Yichen. The plan was to return to England after seeing her grandfather, so the bracelet was also in England.

"Weichen, come out." Fu Yichen called softly.

His voice is highly recognizable, it can be said to be tender when it is soft, and it can make people tremble when it is heavy.

Su Leng took a deep breath, adjusted the beige knit dress on his body, then turned and walked out.

Fu Yichen turned around slowly, focusing his eyes on her, "Are the clothes suitable?"

The skirt she was wearing was placed in the bathroom in advance. She didn't know whether it was Fu Yichen who chose it or Aunt Zhou's taste, but this skirt is elegant, simple and graceful, and it is indeed the best choice for meeting her parents.

"It's beautiful." She said honestly.

"Come here." Fu Yichen turned back to the vanity mirror.

Su Leng walked over, and his hand was lifted by him, and soon, a circle of coolness slipped into her ring finger.

It's a diamond ring.

The pattern is similar to that of Mulan, and the fragrance is simple and elegant.

Su Leng remembered that there was a magnolia tree planted in the big yard of her grandmother's house. When summer came, the magnolia fragrance was overflowing, and she especially liked to pick flowers under the tree.

At this moment, she was taken aback for a moment, and then she realized: a year ago, although the parents of the Fu family agreed to temporarily hide the marriage, they confessed about the ring.

Wearing it now is just to deal with parents.

Fu Yichen put another ring into her hand, so the reason is self-evident.

Holding the cool men's ring, Su Leng suddenly looked up at him.

"Weichen, put it on for me."

Exchange rings.

Su Leng couldn't figure out why he did this, was it something new, or did he really have feelings for her?
She smiled, probably because she thought her idea was too ridiculous.

Two people who haven't seen each other for more than ten years, get married as soon as they meet, apart from their respective goals, what kind of relationship is there?

She thought of Luo Zhiyu in her previous life, who also let her fall into his tenderness step by step, unable to extricate herself, and finally offered the shares with both hands.

She twitched the corner of her mouth, held his left hand, and put the ring on her ring finger.

It is not difficult to be a fake person.