Husband of the richest man after flash marriage

"sick?"

The man's deep voice passed over her head.

Lin Wan'er was stunned for a moment before reacting belatedly.

He is not Ren Ziyi!

Although he has the same handsome face as Ren Ziyi, and even has the same name as Ziyi, he is the prince of the Ling family.

The difference in status and status is heaven and earth!

"no!"

Lin Wan'er shook her head quickly and struggled out of his arms.

In the next second, a slightly cool touch suddenly came across his forehead.

Ling Ziyi actually took the temperature of her forehead with the back of his hand.

Amazingly hot.

"It's because you have a high fever that you came to Ling's for the re-examination!"

He stared at her pale pretty face with his deep phoenix eyes, and suddenly opened his lips.

Lin Wan'er raised her eyes slightly, and saw the high-end watch on his wrist.

On the gold-plated dial, ruby ​​hands mixed with Roman numerals hovered in front of her eyes.

It made her dizzy even more.

Ling Ziyi's expression was wild and haughty, "But it's unlikely that you, Xin Teng, will be selected!"

Lin Wan'er's eyelashes trembled.

Although he had been psychologically prepared for this, he never expected that the Crown Prince of the Ling family would refuse in person.

Her pretty face changed slightly, and her chest was inevitably a little stuffy.

"The cooperative agent that Ling's needs is a company that has matured, has a certain scale and experience."

Ling Ziyi's eyes were as sharp as a sharp edge, and his tone was business-like.

"So sorry, even if you have a high fever today, it may still be a waste of time!"

Lin Wan'er's pale fingers clenched into fists.

She tried to take a deep breath: "But I still want to thank Mr. Ling for your frankness!"

Ling Ziyi raised his eyebrows and stared at her complicatedly.

Seeing that although she tried her best to conceal it, there was still an imperceptible sense of loss between her brows and eyes.

His heart stopped suddenly.

There was an indescribable astringent feeling passing by.

He said almost subconsciously: "But to express my apologies, I can ask my assistant to accompany you to the hospital."

Lin Wan'er shook her head flatly: "No need, thank you Mr. Ling for your kindness, and we will cooperate again next time we have a chance!"

After she finished speaking, she suppressed her smile, turned and walked towards the elevator.

Like a gust of cool wind blowing past his eyes.

Ling Ziyi stared at her beautiful figure, and an image seemed to flash in his mind.

But at this moment, the elevator door opened again.

A beautiful figure came out from inside.

"Zi Yi!"

The woman was wearing a long red dress with a deep V, charming and flamboyant, and rushed towards Ling Ziyi enthusiastically.

Hearing her call Ziyi, Lin Wan'er couldn't help but glance sideways.

Recognizing this woman is none other than Monica, the daughter of the moji brand acquired by Ling's this time.

It is said that the founder of the moji brand intended to betroth his only daughter to Ling Ziyi, and only then agreed to incorporate moji into the Ling family.

Seeing the woman rushing over, she threw herself on Ling Ziyi's body, kissing and kissing.

The two should have a close relationship.

Lin Wan'er looked away in embarrassment, and walked into the elevator.

A second before the elevator door closed, Ling Ziyi's gloomy and complicated gaze was still fixed on Lin Wan'er's direction.

"Ziyi, what are you looking at?" Monica, who was hugging him, coquettishly and dissatisfied.

Ling Ziyi's phoenix eyes were cold and stern: "Come down!"

"no!"

Monica pursed her red lips, but hugged him even tighter.

With impatient eyes, Ling Ziyi unceremoniously threw her to the ground.

Monica screamed and her ass hurt from the fall.

She asked dissatisfiedly: "Ling Ziyi, how could you treat me like this?"

Ling Ziyi's phoenix eyes flickered: "What should I do to you?"

Monica raised her jaw: "Help me up, I'm your fiancee!"

Ling Ziyi's long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed, and he glanced at her ironically.

"Fiancee? Did I say that I want to marry you?" His sexy thin lips let out a sinister sneer.

Monica's scalp was numb from his laughter.

She pursed her red lips, and looked up to meet his phoenix eyes: "But...Dad already gave you the moji?"

Ling Ziyi's handsome face suddenly became dark and heavy.

He leaned over and pinched her chin with his slender fingers: "You better find out! Moji, your father begged me to buy it! I never owed him anything!"

After he finished speaking, he got up and left indifferently and decisively.

Unwillingly, Monica got up from the ground and quickly chased after him.

"Ziyi, Ling Ziyi...you wait for me!"

*

Lin Wan'er returned to Shengshi Yunding's villa.

My head hurts like it's splitting open.

She was hot all over, weak and weak, her throat was so thirsty...

Lin Wan'er collapsed on the sofa and never wanted to get up again.

Just like that, I didn't know how long I slept in a daze until the phone rang.

She subconsciously touched the place where the bell rang.

He reached for his phone and put it to his ear.

"Hello..." She opened her mouth with difficulty.

"I'll pick you up from your company downstairs in a while!" Jin Hanyu's gentle and magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone.

Lin Wan'er froze for a moment: "Oh, I'm...not at the company right now!"

Jin Hanyu was a little surprised: "Where are you? Are you home?"

"En." Lin Wan'er nodded feebly.

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and continued to fall asleep on the sofa.

After a while, the door of the villa was pushed open.

A gust of cold wind poured in.

Lin Wan'er on the sofa couldn't help shivering.

She raised her body and asked suspiciously, "Who is it?"

I saw Jin Hanyu's tall and straight figure walking in from the entrance.

"It is you?"

The moment she saw him, Lin Wan'er fell back on the sofa again.

He must have come back from get off work.

Jin Hanyu strode to the sofa and stared at her condescendingly: "Why did you come back so early today?"

Lin Wan'er replied drowsily: "I asked for leave in the afternoon and didn't go to the company..."

Jin Hanyu frowned slightly: "Why do you ask for leave?"

Lin Wan'er didn't speak, she closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep again.

Jin Hanyu felt anxious and angry when he saw her ignoring him.

But when he bent down to observe her closely, his sullenness suddenly disappeared.

"What's wrong with you? Your face is so red? Do you have a fever?"

His eyes were dark and deep, staring at her closely and asking.

Lin Wan'er opened her mouth, but still ignored him.

She's in a bad mood right now, her throat hurts like hell, and she really doesn't want to talk.

In the next second, Jin Hanyu's big palm covered her forehead.

The temperature on her forehead almost wrinkled the skin of his palm.

"Why is it so hot?" He lowered his eyes, and his handsome face suddenly became anxious.

Lin Wan'er grabbed his wide and cold palm, and pressed her soft and hot cheek against it.

Like a person in the desert, finally found a source of cold water.

She yearned for the coolness of his palm, as if it could dispel the heat in her body.

"Have you taken your medicine?" Jin Hanyu's deep eyes quickly flashed pity.

"No... yes!" Lin Wan'er struggled to speak, as if she was holding her breath.

Jin Hanyu's jaw tensed slightly, and he looked straight into her eyes: "Why don't you take medicine?"