After filing for divorce, the hidden marriage boss panicked

Fu Lingheng's black eyes were filled with a thick gloomy look. He looked up at the clock on the wall. He got up angrily and went upstairs. His steps were very heavy, as if every foot was venting his dissatisfaction.

The old man and Uncle Lin stayed where they were, watching the cold figure disappear around the corner of the stairs. They looked at each other in tacit understanding and smiled with joy.

Uncle Lin poured the old man a cup of hot tea and handed it to him, and said with a smile: "Master, this is a great trick. The young master has a deep affection for the young mistress, and he is suddenly asked to move back to Fenghuali alone. He is probably very angry now."

"I asked him to temporarily separate from Fei'er for two days, not two years. Look at his stinky face just now. He looked like Fei'er had been snatched away by someone."

The old man picked up the tea cup and took a sip of hot tea to moisten his throat. He raised his eyebrows, grabbed a handful of feed and threw it into the bird cage next to him, watching the parrot finish the feed.

......

Upstairs bedrooms.

Hearing the sound of the door opening outside, Li Fei turned over lazily, wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and closed his eyes to continue to catch up on his sleep.

After a while, the sound of footsteps came closer from far away. The man opened the quilt and lay on his side. He grabbed it with his big hand, and his limp body fell into his arms without any accident.

She moved her body, her sleepy eyes were blurred, and she whispered softly: "What time is it? Why does it feel like it's not even bright yet..."

Fu Lingheng took advantage of the situation and hugged her tighter. He circled her waist with one hand, rubbed his thin lips against her ear intimately, and said in a low and sexy voice: "It's not half past seven, how many of you are there?" Get some sleep."

She was completely awake, so she said softly, leaning in his arms in a lazy and comfortable posture, and asked: "Why does grandpa want to see you so early?"

"He said that on the eve of the wedding, the groom and the bride could not live in the same room, and asked me to move back to Fenghuali for two days."

When asked about this, his eyes darkened, and his tone of voice was steady and slow. There was no hint of emotion or anger, but at the end of the sentence, it was clear that he was gritting his teeth.

Hearing this, Li Fei paused, his sleepy eyes instantly opened, and he looked up at him: "Does it mean that we can't meet each other on the eve of the wedding?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, as if filled with honey, and Fu Lingheng couldn't help but bow his head, pinching her red and tender lips, twisting and tearing them.

After a while, he let her go, his gaze firmly locked on hers, his eyes as dark as pools, his hot breath caressing her thin red earlobes, and his deep voice struck her ears: "Legs are on me." , I can see you whenever I want.”

When he said this, there was no joking tone at all. Whether the old man knew how to change the locks or strengthen the security patrol of the old house, it was all childish for him.

Once it gets dark, no one can stop him from meeting his wife.

Li Fei half propped himself up and sat up, breathing in the fresh air. His dilated pupils gradually returned to focus. Two flushes appeared on both sides of his cheeks. There were faint traces of ambiguity on his fair neck. Looking into his eyes, It was filled with moisture from his deep kiss.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, she thought for a while and advised him: "Don't make grandpa angry. He is an elder and we should respect him. Besides...two days is actually quite fast, so just bear with it." ?”

Fu Lingheng also sat up, put his arm around her shoulders, sighed silently, and spoke in an inexplicably aggrieved tone: "My dear wife, why don't you feel sorry for me at all? How can I sleep without you by my side?"

He was used to holding her in his arms until dawn. If they were to be separated for two days suddenly, wouldn't that mean it would cost him his life? !

"It's just two nights. Is it that exaggerated?"

Besides, I haven't slept in separate rooms for such a long time before, and I never saw him unable to sleep!

Of course, Li Fei was secretly cursing this kind of thing in his heart. If he really wanted to say it out loud, this man might be cheating on him.

"must have."

Fu Lingheng blurted out the answer. He put one arm on the edge of the bed, lifted her chin with the other hand, went up and kissed her on the face. Like a husky begging for food, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something more. There was a knock on the door.

"Master, the driver has arrived. Should I take you back to Fenghuali first or take you to the company first?"

Uncle Lin's voice echoed through the corridor on the second floor. Fu Shuruan poked her head through the crack in the door. The cartoon animal pajamas looked very cute on her. She scratched her messy hair, yawned and asked: "Uncle Lin, Where is my brother going so early in the morning?"

Uncle Lin nodded respectfully to Fu Shuruan and replied truthfully: "Miss, I'm sorry to wake you up. I asked the young master to move back to Fenghuali Villa this morning."

"Oh."

Fu Shuruan nodded vaguely, not knowing what words he heard, turned around, closed the door, and fell back to sleep.

In the room, Fu Lingheng unhurriedly helped Li Fei wash up, and then slowly moved into the cloakroom to change clothes, as if on purpose.

No matter how Uncle Lin knocked on the door cautiously outside, he was stuck to Li Fei, with no intention of leaving.

He lowered his eyes to look at her and said in a humble tone, "Can I not leave?"

"Okay, don't keep Uncle Lin and the driver waiting. For these two days, you should work hard and miss me seriously."

Li Fei rarely took the initiative to coax him. He stood up on tiptoes and kissed his thin lips. He stroked his frown and said, "It's not completely invisible. We can video chat!"

"......All right."

He had no choice but to compromise reluctantly, let go of his arms, opened the door and walked away with Uncle Lin. The way he turned around every step of the way and his expression of reluctance made Le Feiden feel funny in his heart. How could she have the guts to give her child away? The feeling of déjà vu in kindergarten?

......

Office of the President of Fu Group.

Throughout the day, the familiar low pressure seemed to be back.

It's the weather in mid-May. Why do I always feel chilly on my back? I don't know where the wind is leaking.

However, the next second, the secretariat and others found the answer in Cheng Yang.

"How dare you bring such a messy planning project to me for signature? Call the project director to come up to me immediately!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fu. I was negligent. I'll take it right away and ask them to change it again."

"go out!"

Cheng Yang endured the baptism of the storm, and came out of the office with a gray face holding the documents. He glanced at the bright sunshine outside the window and couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "What a dazzling sunshine, what a ruthless Mr. Fu."

The secretaries came over, resisting the pressure of being scolded at any time, lowering their voices and gossiping: "Assistant Cheng, what's wrong with Mr. Fu? Could it be pre-marriage anxiety?"

"I feel a bit like this. This morning, any director of each department should be nervous when he comes in."

"Director Yang of the sales department, who is usually most appreciated by Mr. Fu, came out wiping tears an hour ago."

"There is also Director Liu of the design department. His version of the creative drawing was approved by President Fu personally at the meeting last week. At nine o'clock, his design plan was directly rejected."

Several people sat at their workstations all morning, not daring to breathe. They even went to the bathroom less frequently. They tried their best to look very busy, for fear of accidentally angering the man inside.

After listening to everyone's discussion, Cheng Yang helplessly raised his forehead, shook his head and sighed, and made a gesture of wiping his neck to everyone: "I know that Mr. Fu is in a bad mood today, but you still dare to discuss it under his nose, are you not afraid of losing your job?"

When he said this, everyone dispersed like birds and beasts and evacuated back to their workstations in a second.