After filing for divorce, the hidden marriage boss panicked

Not long after, the bathroom glass door was pushed open, steam filled the air, and the man came out in a bathrobe. He saw the blush on her cheeks had not faded, sitting alone in front of the dressing table to remove her makeup.

He threw down the towel to wipe his hair, walked up to her, stretched out his hands to pull her into his arms, clinging to her tightly: "Are you exhausted today?"

Feeling a warm feeling on his back, Li Fei paused slightly in tearing off his false eyelashes, raised his eyes to look at him in the mirror, and said in a slightly soft voice: "It's okay, I'm not too tired."

The wedding was busy from morning to night. Apart from the necessary rituals such as worshiping and serving tea at the old house, Fu Lingheng always protected her behind him. He also dealt with the greetings and toasts with the guests by himself.

As a bride, she only needs to dress up beautifully and stand beside him, and she doesn't need to worry about the rest.

On the other hand, he was so busy that he didn't sit down to rest much all day, and he drank so much wine that she was worried that his stomach wouldn't be able to bear it.

Thinking of this, Li Fei put down the false eyelashes in his hand, stood up from the dressing stool, and tried to bypass him and go to the door.

Fu Lingheng stretched out his hand to pull her back, and sat on his lap. His slender fingers outlined her beautiful outline, and his eyes knew deeply: "Where are you going?"

"Go downstairs and make you a cup of hangover tea."

Fu Lingheng held her waist with his palm, raised his hand to pinch the tip of her nose, and smiled softly: "Did you underestimate your husband's drinking capacity?"

"I know you're not drunk, otherwise you wouldn't have the energy to do that kind of thing..."

Li Fei leaned against him and drew circles on his chest with his fingertips, speaking shyly and in a low voice.

"Huh? What to do?"

Fu Lingheng's eyes were deep and he pretended not to understand. He gently pinched the soft flesh around her waist and looked at her with a half-smile.

She cleared her throat and asked, "Nothing. Do you really need a cup of hangover tea?"

"It's really not necessary. The amount of alcohol you drink is not as much as what you usually drink when socializing with your partners."

With a smile on his lips, he finished speaking nonchalantly, and his hands became restless, sometimes stroking her hair and sometimes rubbing her earlobes, as if he still had unfinished thoughts.

Li Fei grabbed his groping hand and opened his arms: "My body is smelling of tobacco and alcohol from the banquet. I want to take a bath."

After saying this, she stood up from his lap and was about to leave, but he grabbed the back of her head, pressed her against the edge of the dressing table and kissed her.

His kiss was urgent and domineering, with a strong possessiveness that made people unable to resist.

She struggled to dodge, holding her arms on the edge of the table, pushing away unconsciously, murmuring his name.

After a long time, Fu Lingheng let go of her lips, and his low and hoarse voice revealed a strong dryness: "On your wedding night, my husband must serve you well."

His breath was heavy and he pressed his forehead against hers. As he spoke, Li Fei lost his center of gravity and was carried into the bathroom by him.

That night, the mist in the bathroom lingered around the two of them. She was soaking in the bathtub, and he put one hand around her waist, bending slightly and spreading hot kisses all over her body.

.......

The chirping of insects and birds outside the window is clear and sweet, the delicate roses blooming and withering all over the yard, and the gentle breeze caressing the face with the hot breath.

In early July of the following year, the sun was blazing, and the hot light reflected through the blinds into the conference room on the top floor of the Fu Group.

While the senior executives were reporting on their work, they all looked at the little meat dumpling on the chairman's seat with shocked eyes, sitting in the arms of their president, with bright eyes open, holding a bottle and drinking milk quietly.

"Last quarter, the group's sales data increased by 20%. Thank you to everyone in the sales department for your hard work."

Fu Lingheng glanced around the conference room indifferently, then slowly looked away. Occasionally, he lowered his head and used a handkerchief to wipe his son's saliva, and continued to flip through the data reports with his fingers.

"this is what we are supposed to do."

The sales director stood up and nodded slightly, his expression serious and serious.

The others all agreed with humility, but their attention was always attracted by the little meat dumpling drinking milk.

Someone was really curious and couldn't help but ask tentatively: "Mr. Fu, can the young master understand what he is attending a high-level meeting at such a young age?"

Although the heirs of a wealthy family have to start from a young age, their young master looks like he is only eight months old and can't even speak well. Is it too early to be exposed to the group's business at such a young age?

Cheng Yang stood aside and pursed his lips and snickered. This group of people might have gone crazy trying to flatter their boss.

It’s good for a baby that’s a few months old to be able to understand what his parents are saying. Can he still understand this?

Hearing this, Fu Lingheng stopped flipping through the documents and looked sideways at his son who was looking around with curious eyes in his arms. He raised his eyebrows slightly and pursed his thin lips in a slight arc: "Son, let's talk to all my uncles and aunts. Let’s talk, can you understand?”

The little guy heard his father's voice and threw the bottle away. His chubby hands were waving excitedly, and his mouth was babbling in response, revealing his four white teeth. He was so cute.

Everyone's eyes almost dropped, and they looked at each other in surprise.

No matter what, the most important thing is to flatter him first.

"As expected of Mr. Fu's flesh and blood, he is really smart!"

"Mr. Fu, the young master will definitely be as good as you in the future. There will be no problem in leaving the group to him in the future!"

"..."

The meeting ended amid nonsensical flattery.

Fu Lingheng hugged his son and walked away, leaving behind a group of stunned senior executives.

In the president's office.

The little guy was lying on the sofa, kicking his short legs hard.

Fu Lingheng leaned over and stared at him, put the diaper in his hand, and said in a negotiating tone: "Son, how about you change it yourself?"

The little guy was confused. He held the diaper handed over by his father in his little hand, shook it from side to side, and then prepared to put it into his mouth.

Fu Lingheng quickly stopped him with quick eyes and hands, pretended to be angry, and criticized in a deep voice: "You brat, can you eat this food casually?"

The little guy tilted his head, blinked his big eyes, and looked at him, confused.

He took the diaper and was about to change it when his cell phone rang in his pocket.

Simply pick up the little guy first.

He took out his phone and glanced at the video call on the screen, then pressed connect.

The video was being connected, and the next second, a familiar face appeared on the screen.

Fu Lingheng turned the little guy's head around, facing the screen, with gentle eyebrows: "Look who it is?"

When the little guy saw the woman with exquisite makeup in the video, he immediately cheered, stretched out his two little arms, and tried hard to get closer to the camera.

"Baby, do you miss your mother?"

Li Fei's voice came through the screen. She was wearing a burgundy evening dress. Looking at the background in the video, it should be in the dressing room backstage.

Hearing his mother's voice, the little guy suddenly pursed his lips, and tears of grievance rolled in his eyes, as if he was complaining to his mother that his father had been cruel to him just now.

"Oh, my poor little one, why are you so wronged?"

Seeing his son crying so sadly, Li Fei instantly sat up straight and looked at the man whose face only appeared half on the screen: "Fu Lingheng, did you bully him again?"

Why did she say 'again'?

That's because, since his son was born, someone felt that the little guy was in the way and would cry and fight at night to fight for his wife.

Over time, he obviously felt that his position with his wife was threatened.

Once, while Li Fei was taking a bath, he pinched the little guy's cheek and tried to reason with the little guy very seriously: "Boy, that's my wife. Can we be more independent and sleep well at night?" Stop pestering her all the time and give your father some private space?"

The little guy's expression was as confused at that time as it is now. He couldn't understand what he was talking about. He just felt that he was sullen and a little scared, and he cried out of fright.

Li Fei, who was taking a shower in the bathroom, thought something had happened to his son.

He didn't even have time to rinse the foam off his head. He opened the door and rushed out, scolding Fu Lingheng: "Fu Lingheng, I asked you to take care of your son, but you made him cry in just a few minutes. If I hear you again, If he cries, you can go sleep in the guest room at night!"

"Who bullied him? He's like a crybaby. Why is it all my fault?"

The man's mouth twitched, full of depression. He picked up the fat dumpling who was crying on the crib, patted him on the back, and coaxed him very patiently in front of Li Fei: "Daddy, you're such a big boy, be good, don't cry... ..."

When Li Fei closed the door and went to take a shower, he had another look on his face, his brows were furrowed, and his voice was full of resentment: "Fu Siyan, you are so awesome. Tears come at every turn. Are you happy to see your father get scolded?"