Addiction to flash marriage: Mr. Li, don’t be too flirtatious!

The more Wen Ning broke away from him, the tighter her strength became. Her heartbeat was beating like a drum, and she pretended not to break out, "I'm not unwilling... Chengyu, I just need a little more time."

"Does it take time again?" Li Chengyu was not discouraged by her explanation.

On the contrary, when she thought that she would rather hide in the bathroom and be touched by that eunuch Li Beichen instead of herself, the anger accumulated in these days became even more uncontrollable.

He almost couldn't suppress it anymore and grabbed her wrist fiercely.

"Why...are you going to do domestic violence again?" Wen Ning asked with tears in his eyes, showing a pitiful grievance.

As if the words woke up the man, Li Chengyu narrowed his eyes, he still hadn't got this woman yet.

He swallowed deeply the annoyance in his throat, relaxed his body slightly, hugged her tightly, and apologized affectionately, "Fool, how could I be willing to do anything to you again, Ning Ning, don't misunderstand me. I love you so much that I want to be close to you, can’t you feel it?”

Wen Ning stiffened and shook violently.

She felt it, and a wave of incomparable nausea and rejection surged through her heart. His need for her was now obvious and unconcealed.

Fortunately, she noticed it and asked Duan Ming to prepare.

In this situation, she really didn't want to act with him anymore. She was precarious staying under the same roof with him. Wen Ning pretended to be shy and said bitterly, "I don't know what's going on, Chengyu, give it to me again." How many days are you going to have?"

"Every time I want to get close, you prevaricate me like this. Why are you resisting?" Li Chengyu laughed at himself with a look of sadness, but his eyes tightened slightly, "Then I will wait until this Friday. I will be on a business trip tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Ning Ning, don’t let me down again when the time comes.”

Wen Ning clenched his hands, time was running out!

But she heard that he was going on a business trip...

She was thinking about her own affairs, and Li Chengyu let her go in disappointment, "Forget it, you go back to the guest bedroom to sleep tonight."

"Yes." Wen Ning walked up the stairs quickly as if he had been granted amnesty.

Li Chengyu looked at the mess on the dining table with cold eyes and felt irritated. He was about to get up and go to the study when his cell phone rang suddenly.

He looked at the caller number, squinted his eyes and walked to a quiet place to answer the call, "Secretary Han, what's wrong?"

His confidant over there said, "Mr. Li, there is bad news. During your office cleaning today, the cleaner found a small thing hidden in the bookcase. I checked it carefully and found that it is an ant camera."

"Camera?" Li Chengyu's face changed slightly, and his warm eyes were full of sadness, "Who put it there? How long has it been there?"

"Mr. Li, this is not clear."

"Keep looking! See if there are any other places in my office!"

Li Chengyu hung up the phone angrily, his sinister eyes slowly turned and suddenly shot upstairs. He narrowed his eyes severely, and a dark light flashed under his eyes.

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On the waters of Salt Island.

Huo Ling is back.

He went to the imperial capital to meet with his third brother and secretly discussed the cooperation with the Modong Group. After planning to work together to play tricks on the Su family and the Li family, he did not forget Zhu Yaoyao. Fu Shendong said that Zhu Yaoyao was still recovering on the island.

Huo Ling quickly inquired about the situation in the imperial capital and rushed back immediately.

He wanted to pick Zhu Yaoyao away.

After getting off the boat, the news of Master Cousin's return quickly spread throughout the villa.

In the mansion in the center of the island, Zhu Yaoyao was locked in a room. His heart trembled slightly when he heard the news, and he immediately stopped a maid, "I want to see Huo Ling, take me to see your young master!"

After this guy left her room that morning, he disappeared for five days.

Zhu Yaoyao was locked in a room by Fu Shendong, who had been forcing her to recover from her injuries for the past five days.

She doesn't know what's going on outside.

Where could Huo Ling, a sick man with amnesia, go and what did he do?

"Uncle, is Miss Zhu here?"

Suddenly, a strong and deep man's voice came from outside the door.

Very familiar, it's Huo Ling!

Zhu Yaoyao immediately put on her coat and got up from the bed. The man's voice made her heart tremble slightly. She subconsciously licked her lips. Thinking of the craziness of being taken from him in those three days, her face turned red even more, and her hands were on her face. I didn't even notice that I was combing my hair.

Until I saw the little woman in the mirror adjusting her appearance.

She was slightly startled, and a sentence flashed through her mind: A woman should look after herself.

Damn, what is she doing?

Zhu Yaoyao vented her anger and messed up her long hair again. Just when she was about to raise her head, the door to her room was gently opened by the maid.

Fu Shendong's voice came faintly, and it was somewhat meaningful, "I've kept her here to recover from her injuries these past few days, and I haven't let her go. Xiaoyi... can you go and see her first?"

There are still many things to talk about and resolve between you. "

"What happened?" Huo Ling looked confused. "Didn't Zhu Yaoyao come to the island to find me and then be imprisoned by you? Did I meet her during my amnesia?"

Fu Shendong was speechless for a while.

At this moment, Zhu Yaoyao walked out of the room.

Huo Ling turned his head and glanced, and saw the little woman's familiar and delicate round face, with thick eyebrows and thick facial features, delicate and soft, but her eyes looked at him, and her eyes seemed to change from surprise to weird.

"Huo Ling?" Zhu Yaoyao called him almost uncertainly.

Huo Ling's dark eyes caught a glimpse of the woman wearing pajamas with a slightly open collar. He instinctively blocked the sight of his uncle and servant, but his eyes were polite and restrained, and he turned sideways, "Zhu Yaoyao, you have been wronged these days. Uncle has misunderstood you. I am here to take you back to the imperial capital, but you should change your clothes first before talking!"

Zhu Yaoyao glanced at her pajamas, which were not indecent.

But the key is his wonderfully cold and distant attitude towards himself.

It's like... it's him before. Ever since they had a relationship on the island, due to his amnesia, he was not shy towards her, cold and extremely passionate, and he couldn't help but get into bed with her whenever she got close to her.

She thought of something and her eyes suddenly widened.

"Huo Ling? Have you...recovered your memory?" Zhu Yaoyao asked nervously and excitedly with a dry mouth.

"Yes." Huo Ling answered in the affirmative, "I fell into the sea that day and suddenly remembered everything, and I immediately figured out what happened this month with my uncle.

Then I set off to find my third brother in the imperial capital. After signing the cooperation agreement with the Modong Group, my uncle said that you took the risk to come to me and were imprisoned on the island for nearly half a month...

I'll be back to pick you up soon.

I'm sorry, Zhu Yaoyao, for keeping you locked up for so long. I heard that you were seriously injured?

How is it caused? Were you attacked on the way here? Where were you injured?

How is it doing now? Can it walk on the ground? "

Zhu Yaoyuan looked at his elegant and charming face, and fell into silence for a moment. Her mind was like a mess tumbling, looking at his ignorant expression, clear facial features, and calm and deep narrow eyes.

The passion and attachment that filled her suddenly turned into cold water. It was as if the three days of lustful love with him without getting out of bed were just a dream, and he suddenly woke up from the dream.

"Huo Ling, you don't even remember?" She asked him softly.

"What?" Huo Ling raised his eyebrows.