After filing for divorce, the hidden marriage boss panicked

It was a lovely night, and when Fu Lingheng arrived home, the front porch was not lit, the living room was quiet and empty, and only a floor lamp was on.

At this time, the only excitement in the whole villa was the stage set up in the backyard, singing in the opera tune of "Yay Ya Ya".

Although the late-night drama sounds a bit awkward, it is unique.

"The young master is back. The young mistress is accompanying him to the backyard to listen to a play. Today we are singing The Legend of White Snake. Do you want to join us?"

It was windy at night, so Uncle Lin came into the house to help the old man get his cloak. He happened to bump into Fu Lingheng, who had just come back from outside, and asked casually.

"No, I smell like tobacco and alcohol. Go upstairs and take a shower first."

Fu Lingheng didn't want to refuse directly. He had not been interested in opera since he was a child.

Especially once the play starts, he has to sit in a chair for at least an hour, and he doesn't have that much patience.

Uncle Lin asked again, "Do you need to ask the kitchen to make you a cup of hangover tea?"

Fu Lingheng waved his hand: "No need, you go and do your work."

"That's it, I'll go give the master a cloak first."

Uncle Lin nodded and walked out with a navy blue Chinese cloak.

Fu Lingheng stepped forward in two steps, raised his hand to open the curtain of the arched door, and looked at the opera actors wearing detailed embroidery and colorful costumes on the stage in the distance.

Hearing the melodious drama, two rows of servants stood respectfully and applauded.

Li Fei was sitting on the mahogany carved seat next to the old man, with a smile on his lips. He turned his head and was talking to the old man. He didn't know what he said, but he coaxed the old man into stroking his beard and nodding his head, smiling happily.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but have a fond smile on his lips. He looked away and went upstairs.

After taking a shower and drying his hair, while Li Fei was still in the backyard listening to the play with the old man, he quickly threw the suit into the dirty clothes basket and ordered the servant to send it to the dry cleaners for cleaning early tomorrow morning.

By the time the play ended, it was almost eleven o'clock.

When Li Fei returned to the room, he saw the man leaning on the sofa with his long legs crossed, holding a financial magazine in his hand and flipping through it boredly.

When he saw her coming back, he raised his eyes, threw the magazine back on the table, grabbed her waist and carried it with him, and Li Fei fell down on his lap.

"Is your body tired after listening to the play with the old man for such a long time?"

He held her with one hand and placed the other on her slightly swollen belly. His voice seemed to be infected by strong alcohol, and it was low and low, flowing out of his chest, which was particularly pleasant.

"Fortunately, I didn't stay long. After I finished my phone call with you, I went downstairs and listened to the opera for twenty minutes or so. Apart from my waist being a little sore, the opera is actually pretty good."

Li Fei's voice was light and soft, and his eyes were clear and translucent when he spoke. He hooked his hands around his neck, raised his head and asked, "Didn't you say you were going to drink with Xiang Chuan? Why are you back so early?"

"It's so boring to drink with a grown man like him. I might as well go home early to be with my wife."

While he was talking, he put his hands on her waist and rubbed her gently, with moderate strength and very comfortable.

Li Fei leaned lazily on his shoulder like a soft and boneless cat, half-closing her eyes and letting him gently rub her waist and legs.

"Fu Lingheng, are you sure you didn't do anything wrong?"

Li Fei opened her eyes and looked directly into his eyes without blinking. In fact, she was teasing him on purpose.

After he was promoted to a regular employee, he was honest and settled. Every day at his old house and the group's fixed two o'clock and one line, except for necessary social activities, he could basically go home on time to have dinner with her.

"Look at me, with my whole heart and eyes full of you, do you think I would do something wrong?"

The man lowered his eyes and looked at her for a few seconds. He suddenly stopped rubbing her waist, pinched her fair face, moved his thin lips closer, and pecked her pink and soft lips. He raised his eyebrows slightly: " Besides, among all the messy things out there, which one can compare to a hair on my wife’s head?”

His words came from the bottom of his heart. In terms of appearance and character, they were not as good as them, let alone talent and knowledge. They were not even comparable to her.

Li Fei didn't answer his words, focusing entirely on the comfort of his waist rub. He curled his lips resentfully and patted the back of his hand: "Why did you stop? Keep rubbing, my waist is really sore."

Hearing this, the man couldn't help laughing, his smile was evil and charming, seeming to blame but also to indulge: "I know my husband is fine, but he actually suspects me of doing something wrong, Mrs. Fu, I feel very hurt."

His deep, magnetic voice was faintly accusatory. As he spoke, his hot breath brushed against her ears, causing her to itch and tingle, causing her body to tremble unconsciously: "Don't talk about being coquettish." If you want to rub it for another two minutes, I'm going to sleep."

After she said this, she nestled in his arms, slowly closed her eyes, and rested her head on his chest. It was obvious that she was really sleepy.

After a while, Fu Lingheng noticed that her breathing was becoming smoother and more even, so he picked her up by the waist and placed her gently on the bed.

After lying on the bed, she still maintained her previous position and curled up in his arms. She squinted her eyes, and her thick and curled eyelashes hung like a small fan on her lower eyelids. She murmured in a low voice: "Fu Lingheng, I I'm so sleepy, if you dare to take advantage of me, you will be finished tomorrow..."

Fu Lingheng was a little dumbfounded. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead. His big palm covered her belly. The warm touch made her wrinkle the tip of her nose. In a daze, she heard his gentle voice: "Don't worry, your husband." Now he is a good monk who is working hard to quit sex, and will not do anything that will cause him to be burned and have nowhere to vent."

She hummed, her sleepiness became more intense, she changed into a comfortable position, and fell into a deep sleep.

......

The next day.

The morning light is dim, and birds are chirping outside the window.

There were only two days left until their wedding.

On the big bed, Fu Lingheng's beloved wife was sleeping soundly in his arms.

The knocking on the door outside the bedroom disturbed the sweet dreams early in the morning.

He frowned, cursed in displeasure, hugged the person in his arms tightly, and whispered: "Who is it?"

The anxious voice of the servant outside came through the door: "Master, I asked me to wake you up. He has something important to tell you."

"I know, you go down first."

"Yes."

The footsteps outside the door were getting farther and farther. Li Fei opened his sleepy eyes and muttered in a hoarse voice: "Why does grandpa want to see you so early?"

"I don't know. Just sleep a little longer and I'll go down and take a look."

He lifted off the quilt, walked into the bathroom to wash up, put on a set of white home clothes, put on slippers and went downstairs.

I thought I was looking for him to discuss wedding matters, but I never thought that as soon as he stepped into the living room, the old man sat upright and said in a loud voice: "After breakfast, you can move back to Fenghua House."

"If you want to move, you have to wait for Fei'er to get up. It's just before seven o'clock, and that's not how you rush people."

Fu Lingheng leaned lazily on the sofa, dozing with his eyes closed, his posture was leisurely, and his tone was very calm: "When Fei'er was pregnant, you were the one who asked us to move back to the old house. Now it's you who wants us to move back early in the morning, old man. If you are really too busy, I don’t mind if you also talk about Sunset Red?”

"What are you talking about about sunset red? Sit tight!"

The old man's crutch hit the ground twice and he yelled at him. His beard almost got angry and he reorganized his words and corrected: "Who said I asked Fei'er to move with you? It's you, move back. Stay in Fenghuali for two days.”

"Why can't my wife live under the same roof with me? Why don't we move!"

Do you want him and Li Fei to be separated for two days across half the city?

How could he be happy?

He couldn't bear not seeing her for one day, two days?

He straightened his waist, sat upright, tapped his knees rhythmically with his long knuckles, and expressed his opposition resolutely.

"According to tradition, on the eve of the wedding, the bride and groom cannot sleep in the same room and must live in separate rooms."

Mr. Fu pointed at him and yelled, blowing his beard and glaring in anger, "If you don't move, I will immediately call Uncle Lin to ask someone from the lock changing company to change the locks. You can sleep wherever you like at night!"

"...What a violation of tradition. Even if you change the locks, I won't move them. I can scale the walls and climb the windows at night. Don't try to stop me from seeing Fei'er."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man raised his cane and hit his calf hard, and angrily said: "You bastard, I didn't discuss it with you, I just informed you! Don't eat breakfast either. Uncle Lin, help the young master pack his luggage and send him back." Fenghuali, we will strengthen security patrols in the old house these two days, don’t let him have the opportunity to crawl in!”

"Yes, sir!"

Uncle Lin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He couldn't afford to offend either party. He could only listen to the one with seniority first, "Master, I'm sorry."

"..."

The corners of Fu Lingheng's mouth twitched, and his face became extremely dark.

Some nonsense broke with tradition early in the morning and forced him to be separated from his wife for two days. He only felt that his breath was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't go up or down. The suffocation made his chest feel tight and uncomfortable.

His jaw tightened, he gritted his back molars, and spoke out reluctantly: "Okay, I'll pick you up in forty-eight hours, and then I'll see who dares to stop you!"