After the wrong marriage, she became the wife of the first chaebol

Shen An'an pursed her lips, feeling that Fu Jinshen had deprived her of her only hobby.

Do you want to suffocate her if you don't take revenge?

Shen An'an grabbed Fu Jinshen's hand and put it on his heart, and then looked very uncomfortable.

"Hubby, touch it quickly, my heart beats so fast from anger, what if I am really mad to death, what will you do?"

"Nothing to do? Just marry another one." Fu Jinshen curled his fingers, and immediately withdrew his hands, having figured out her tricks.

"What? I didn't expect myself to be a widow, but you actually expected your dead wife? Fortunately, I want to teach Young Master Jiang a lesson for you. It turns out that I made the wrong payment after all! It turns out that you don't have any relationship between husband and wife, I..."

Shen Anan glanced at Fu Jinshen, and started chattering again.

"Shut up, go." Fu Jinshen adjusted his glasses, hiding the smile in his eyes.

"Okay, husband." Shen Anan smiled happily.

After finishing speaking, she ran towards the car, and couldn't wait to kill Jiang Tinghao.

Behind him Lin Ming pushed Fu Jinshen forward, secretly smiling.

Fu Jin said in a deep voice, "What are you laughing at?"

Lin Ming said truthfully: "Eldest Young Master, don't you feel that you are pampering Young Madam more and more? You clearly know the tricks she plays, but you never get tired of it."

Fu Jinshen clenched his fist to his lips: "No, you're thinking too much."

Lin Ming said again: "Eldest Young Master, every time Young Madam annoys you, you only agree. Do you feel annoyed or do you want to hear her call your husband?"

"Lin Ming, when did you talk so much?" Fu Jinshen reminded.

"Yes." Lin Ming obediently closed his mouth, and pushed Fu Jinshen into the car.

The car stopped in front of a house near the hotel, which was rented by Lin Ming in his own name in advance.

After getting off the car, Lin Minghui reported: "At seven o'clock tonight, General Manager Wu will entertain the guests on the island."

Fu Jinshen nodded slightly: "Well, the time is up, you go and see what she is going to prepare. With her temperament, she probably won't stop until Jiang Tinghao is scared to death. Don't let her get into trouble."

Lin Ming said unfairly: "Eldest Young Master, Young Madam is doing this for you."

Fu Jin glanced at him deeply, he shut his mouth obediently, and entered the house with a small amount of luggage.

At this time, Shen Anan was opening the refrigerator to look for something to drink, and unexpectedly found that the refrigerator was filled with a lot of fresh seafood, vegetables and fruits.

"It seems that today's meal has been settled."

"In order not to be discovered about our whereabouts, I gave this family some extra money. I didn't expect them to be so thoughtful. No wonder Mrs. Wu said that the aborigines on this island are relatively simple, so she doesn't want to over-develop it." Lin Ming said.

I heard that Shen An'an almost burst the drink bottle in his hand.

"According to Jiang Tinghao's development plan, this island will soon become a desolate island. It not only destroys the customs of the aborigines, but also restores Mrs. Wu's love for her daughter. It's really hateful. Let's see how I deal with him!"

"Young Madam, it's inconvenient for you to go out now. Is there anything you need me to do for you?" Lin Ming glanced at Fu Jinshen in the living room, and whispered, "Young Master Fu ordered this."

Shen An'an turned to look at Fu Jinshen, and said in disbelief: "He? Will he help me?"

Lin Ming nodded: "So, Young Madam, Eldest Young Master actually cares about you very much."

Shen An'an squeezed the ice soda in her hand, and looked at Lin Ming with difficulty.

Lin Ming solved the problem: "Young Madam, if you have any questions, tell me, maybe I can help you."

Tell Fu Shao for you!

Shen An'an covered her mouth and whispered: "Is he trying to make up for me?"

Lin Ming was startled by Shen Anan's brain hole again, and asked inexplicably, "Mi... make up for what?"

Shen An'an pouted her lips in embarrassment: "That's it."

"what?"

Lin Ming wiped off his sweat. He felt that he and Shen Anan were only six or seven years older. Why did he feel that the generation gap was so big?

Which one is the pout?

Lin Ming pouted like Shen Anan, and asked, "Young Madam, what does this mean?"

Shen An'an whispered: "He likes to kiss me suddenly recently."

"..."

Lin Ming almost wanted to knock himself out.

Why bother?

Why should he bother himself?

Thinking about it, Lin Ming turned around and left.

"Assistant Lin? Assistant Lin! Why did you run away?"

Hearing the sound, Fu Jinshen turned his head to look, and said calmly, "What did you say again?"

Shen An'an blinked and shrugged: "No, I didn't say anything."

"No? Then why are you blushing?"

"It's hot, it's so hot..."

Shen An'an also ran away with a drink.

……

Seven o'clock in the evening.

Shen An'an changed into the waiter's clothes that Lin Ming borrowed from the hotel and sneaked into the banquet hall.

Maybe it was her clothes that didn't attract attention.

She stood in the corner pretending to be arranging wine glasses, her eyes drifting to the door from time to time.

Why haven't Mrs. Fu and Jiang Tinghao come yet?

Just thinking about it, the audience fell silent, Madam Fu dressed up and walked into the banquet hall, followed by Jiang Wei and Jiang Tinghao respectively.

Not to mention how proud these two were, as if today was Mrs. Fu's enthronement ceremony, there was an aura of chickens and dogs ascending to heaven from all over their bodies.

Shen An'an snorted coldly, let you be proud for a while, and you will feel better later.

In order to show his respect for Mrs. Fu, Mr. Wu specially arranged the three of them in the upper seat.

This is better, it is more convenient for Shen Anan to act.

After all the people arrived, Mr. Wu and Mrs. Wu stepped forward and raised their wine glasses.

"Everyone, let us pray for Young Master Fu and Mrs. Young, and hope they are all right."

Everyone stood up and raised their glasses.

The three Mrs. Fu did not stand up.

Jiang Tinghao even said in a slightly heavier voice: "What are you praying for? Don't be afraid of bad luck!"

Mrs. Fu gave him a blank look and told him to shut up.

Only then did Jiang Tinghao look away dissatisfied.

Suddenly the lights in the whole hall flickered, and everyone was stunned and couldn't help but look up at the lights.

Just when Jiang Tinghao raised his head, his cheeks suddenly became moist, and something dripped on his forehead and slid into the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Tinghao was stunned when he tasted it.

seawater!

Why is there sea water in the banquet hall?

With a click, the light came on.

Jiang Tinghao wiped his forehead in a panic, but there was nothing but cold sweat.

Mrs. Fu glanced at Jiang Tinghao displeasedly: "Why are you sweating so much? What's the fuss about this scene?"

"Grandma, I think..."

Before Jiang Tinghao could finish his sentence, the lights above his head began to flicker again.

He froze in place, always feeling that something was approaching him.

Suddenly, his calf froze as if something had caught him, and when he looked down, another pair of hands wrapped around his neck from behind.

The cold feeling mixed with the salty smell, this is clearly... the feeling of dying in the sea.

Could it be that Fu Jinshen and Shen Anan came to claim their lives?

impossible!

He doesn't believe it!

There is nothing so wicked in this world!

But Jiang Tinghao was still trembling all over, and turned his head stiffly, but there was nothing behind him.

He roared: "Who! Who is playing a prank!"

Everyone thought Jiang Tinghao was talking about the flickering lights, so no one paid any attention to him.

It's not that the light is broken, the dignified man is so timid.

Mrs. Fu grabbed his arm and reprimanded him, "Sit down for me! What are you afraid of?"

Jiang Tinghao stammered: "Grandma, it seems to be, it's them! They're here, they're here."

Mrs. Fu scolded: "Shut up! What nonsense are you talking about?"

Jiang Tinghao followed the flickering lights and looked at Mrs. Fu, "Grandma..."

Suddenly, his words got stuck in his throat, because he saw a wet female ghost approaching behind Mrs. Fu.

"Ah! Ah!"

Jiang Tinghao's scream was louder than a woman's.

it's so funny!