After filing for divorce, the hidden marriage boss panicked

next morning.

The warm sunshine crept into the window sill quietly, and there was a muffled sound in the bedroom.

"Ouch."

Fu Shuruan curled up in a small ball and rolled under the bed together with the quilt.

Her hair was as messy as a bird's nest, she rubbed her painful temples, climbed up from the floor with difficulty, slowly opened her sleepy eyes, and looked around at the decorations in confusion.

There are artistic photos on the wall, an easel placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and two concert tickets on the desk.

She breathed a long sigh of relief: "Okay, okay, it's my own room."

As soon as his eyes turned, the dark gray cashmere coat fixed on the sofa in the corner was gone.

"Huh? I don't remember buying this dress before. The size is so big, why does it look like a man's?"

Her head was pounding with pain. Last night, she made an appointment with some classmates to go to a night banquet for drinking. On the way, she met Chen Beishu. He confessed his love to her in public, and a group of people yelled and booed beside him.

Later, she vaguely saw Brother Xiangchuan...

She was completely disconnected and couldn't remember what happened after that.

"Forget it, forget it, there's still a piece of meat anyway, I don't want to think about it anymore."

Fu Shuruan raised his hand and patted his forehead, "I guess Brother Xiangchuan sent me back because he saw that I was drunk, right?"

She picked up the coat on the sofa and shook it open. The smell of alcohol hit her nostrils, with a hint of sour odor. She frowned in disgust: "Hey~ why does it smell so disgusting?"

Fu Shuruan pinched the tip of her nose and threw her coat aside. Feeling that the sour smell was still there, she subconsciously lowered her head and tugged on her clothes and smelled it.

"Ugh! Did I fall into the smelly ditch last night?"

She frowned and muttered, bending down to cover her mouth and retching, but unable to spit out anything, she turned around and rushed into the bathroom.

After taking a shower, I changed into comfortable casual clothes and went downstairs in cotton slippers.

As soon as I reached the corner of the stairs, I heard people talking and laughing in the living room downstairs.

She poked half her head out and looked down. Her grandfather, sister-in-law, and Shangguan's sister were holding an album and discussing something.

"Fortunately, my brother went to the company and came back drunk like that last night. If he finds out, I will definitely lose my pocket money again."

She complained softly, thinking she had a lucky escape.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, a tall shadow shrouded his head.

Fu Shuruan was so scared that her whole body stiffened, her face turned pale, and her legs kept shaking. She bit her lip tightly and tried to keep herself calm.

"Brother, you didn't go to the company today?"

She forced out a smile and held onto the handrail of the stairs to pretend to be calm.

Fu Lingheng was standing on the stairs in a black suit, looking down at her with a dark and unpredictable expression on his handsome face.

"Fu Shuruan, I have good news and bad news here. Which one do you want to hear first?"

Fu Shuruan was startled and looked at his brother with blinking eyes, all kinds of speculations flashing through his mind.

Fuck Fuck Fuck!

My pocket money will definitely be deducted. Who will save me? Sister-in-law, can you hear my voice?

She was about to cry, so she could only answer bravely: "Well, I choose good news."

"Go downstairs and finish your breakfast. At nine o'clock, you and your sister-in-law will go to the bridal shop to try on wedding dresses."

"Trying on wedding dresses? Brother, do you and your sister-in-law want to hold a make-up wedding?"

Hearing the good news that Li Fei was going to try on a wedding dress, Fu Shuruan's eyes flashed with sparkles, and he nodded excitedly: "Okay, okay, are there any dresses for me to try on?" "

She looked forward to it, but Fu Lingheng snorted coldly, "Originally there is."

Fu Shuruan's smile disappeared, his face suddenly fell, and he asked urgently: "What do you mean it was originally there? Where is my dress? Did it fly?"

"This is about bad news."

"What bad news?"

"You, a girl, went to a bar and got so drunk that you vomited all over Xiang Chuan without saying a word, and even slapped her in the face. Fu Shuruan, you have become more capable. Am I unable to control you anymore?"

"..."

Fu Shuruan looked at him blankly, forgetting to react for a moment.

She drank too much last night and vomited all over Brother Xiangchuan?

And slapped someone in the face?

What the hell?

No way, did she really do such a ridiculous thing?

She touched the bridge of her nose awkwardly and explained weakly: "Well...why don't I remember it?"

"You're so drunk that you lose consciousness. What can you remember? Pocket money or dress, you choose the same."

Fu Lingheng glanced at her sideways, walked downstairs, and left a message: "Five minutes to think about it. If you exceed the deadline, you will not wait."

Looking at his tall back out of sight, Fu Shuruan curled his lips and sighed sadly: "Fu Lingheng, you are a profiteer! You are so cruel to your own sister!"

For the beautiful dress, she gritted her teeth and stamped her feet, reluctantly giving up half a month's pocket money.

"My pocket money, wuwuwu~"

"I will never drink again~"

......

The entrance of the bridal shop.

As soon as Fu Shuruan got out of the car, he saw the fiery red Maserati parked two hundred meters away.

The luxurious car body and unique spray paint attracted many passers-by to stop and watch.

She recognized the owner of the car at a glance.

"Brother and sister-in-law, I suddenly feel a little thirsty. You go in first and I'll buy a cup of milk tea."

Last night was a bit embarrassing. Fu Shuruan quickly found an excuse to run away. It would be fine if he could avoid him for ten minutes to build his mentality!

But she had only taken a few steps when she was stopped.

Xiangchuan opened the car door, cigarette still held between his fingers, and walked slowly towards her.

This is a rhythm that cannot be avoided.

Fu Shuruan swallowed and took a step back unconsciously. He felt guilty and did not dare to look at him. He could only lower his head and say hello: "Hi, what a coincidence, Brother Xiangchuan, you are here too."

Xiangchuan glanced at her lazily and said in a casual tone: "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Pretty, pretty good."

She smiled but didn't smile, her eyes wandered around, she held Li Fei's arm affectionately, and deliberately changed the topic: "Sister-in-law, I suddenly can't wait to see the wedding dress that my brother designed for you. Let's go in." Bar?"

"it is good."

Li Fei smiled softly, took her hand and walked towards the bridal shop.

This wedding dress shop is owned by Fu's subsidiary company. As early as two months ago, Fu Lingheng's tailor-made wedding dress for Li Fei had been flown back from abroad and has been stored here.

Knowing that the wife of the president of the Fu Group was going to the store to try on wedding dresses today, the clerks were waiting here early.

"Miss Fu, please take a short rest. Mrs. Fu is here."

The store manager warmly welcomed Fu Shuruan and took him to the VIP reception room where tea and snacks were prepared.

She was scrolling through her phone boredly, and her butt was not even hot when Fu Lingheng and Xiang Chuan came in.

A cup of hot milk tea came out of nowhere in Muang Chuan's hand. He naturally walked to the empty seat next to her and sat down. He handed the milk tea to her: "Here, the matcha milk top you like."

Fu Shuruan stared at the milk tea that was close at hand. He couldn't help but feel so happy when he took a sip of the sweet milk tea when he didn't wake up in the morning.

But...then I thought about the confusing behavior she did when she was drunk last night.

Help, it’s such a shame!

She was stunned for a few seconds, but Fu Lingheng had already gone to the second floor to find Li Fei.

"Do you want to drink it? The milk cap will melt in a while."

Xiangchuan inserted the straw for her, picked up the milk tea and waved it in front of her eyes.

"Thank you. I suddenly don't want to drink anymore. I just want tea."

Pulled back from his thoughts, Fu Shuruan lowered his head, silently picked up the tea cup at hand and took a sip, secretly organizing how to apologize.

Xiang Chuan saw the melancholy on her face and couldn't help but laugh: "Classmate Fu Shuruan, isn't it just that you got drunk and lost your temper a little bit? What's the big deal? Brother Xiang Chuan used to drink too much and sing while holding a telephone pole. "

Fu Shuruan could tell that he was comforting himself, and he laughed, and his depressed mood seemed to be relieved a lot.

"I'm sorry, Brother Xiangchuan. I will pay you for staining your clothes. And that slap...how about...I ask you to slap it back?"

She made a surprising statement, saying that wind is like rain.

He rubbed his face, narrowed his eyes nervously, and moved his face cowardly, as if he was actively being slapped.

The corners of Xiangchuan's mouth twitched, as if three crows were flying above his head.

Sometimes he really wanted to take a knife and cut open her little head to see what was inside, but he could actually think of a way to apologize by being slapped?

Fu Shuruan waited for more than ten seconds but didn't get the burning tingling sensation she imagined. She glanced at Xiangchuan with half-open eyes: "Hurry up and do it. My brother and sister-in-law will come down soon, and you won't have a chance."

"..."

Xiangchuan was speechless and couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry. Looking at her serious look, he couldn't help but reach out and pinch her fair and delicate face. His voice was tired and gentle: "Thank you, brother. I never hit women."