After filing for divorce, the hidden marriage boss panicked

"There's a magazine shoot coming up temporarily. Please tell grandpa for me and I'll leave first."

The shock to her head this early in the morning was enough in itself.

Isn't it a clear waste of time to stay here and talk to him about meaningless things?

She had just taken two steps when her wrist was grabbed tightly by the man and pulled back. She stumbled unprepared and bumped into his hard chest.

"Thump, thump..."

The sound of his powerful heartbeat reached her ears clearly, making her feel dazed and her face turned slightly red.

"Your assistant told me that you won't have work arrangements until after the new year."

Fu Lingheng pierced her excuse in a deep voice, with a hint of danger in his tone.

It felt like she had done something to feel sorry for him.

His tone was too determined, which made her feel a little guilty.

"When did you start caring about my work arrangements..."

Li Fei lowered his eyes, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.

The dignified CEO of the Fu Group is so busy that she never leaves home. How can she find the time to pay attention to her schedule?

Why is he having a fit today? Is it possible that it is just like Mr. Fu said, there is something wrong with his body?

Fu Lingheng pursed her lips, her beautiful facial features were tense, and her eyelashes as thin as cicada wings trembled slightly.

"Can you stop avoiding me all the time? At least we are not divorced yet. You are still Mrs. Fu."

Li Fei's heart skipped a beat.

Did she hear it wrong?

Why did it feel like the word 'divorce' came out of his mouth with a hint of grievance and pleading?

She took a deep breath, tried to calm down, met his dark eyes, and asked softly: "How have you considered the divorce?"

Fu Lingheng's breathing suddenly became heavier, and he held her tightly with all his strength, as if he wanted to crush her into his arms.

"Not consider!"

His tone was firm and decisive, leaving no room for criticism.

Her body froze instantly, and those three words exploded above her head like thunder.

His chin rested on the top of her head, and his thin lips pressed against her soft hair. He spoke in a moderate voice that only the two of them could hear: "I promised grandpa that I will take good care of you. The idea of ​​divorce, You give up as soon as possible!"

Her eyes were wet and misty. She struggled a few times but couldn't break free. Instead, she was hugged tighter and tighter...

"Is this fun for us?"

I don't love her, but I don't want to let her go.

If this man had lived in ancient times, he would have been a playboy with a big house with three entrances and three exits, and many wives and concubines!

Fu Lingheng let go of her, his eyes were like curtains in the middle of the night, so dark and deep that it was impossible to see happiness, anger, or distinguish emotions.

He stared at her with a terrifyingly deep gaze, like a huge hole in the abyss that could swallow a person whole: "Whether she is interesting or not is not up to you."

The conversation between the two fell into an endless loop. Fu Lingheng was unwilling to let her go, and she couldn't twist her thigh with her arms.

"Master, Assistant Cheng is here."

Uncle Lin led Cheng Yang around the rockery fountain and walked this way.

"Mr. Fu, we have a video conference with overseas at 9:30. We should go to the company around that time. In addition, the project leader of Wanxie Group will come over to have a meeting with us around 2 p.m...."

Cheng Yang stood respectfully to the side, holding the tablet that Fu Lingheng usually only used to carefully report today's work arrangements.

After saying a bunch of words but getting no response, Cheng Yang noticed the unusually depressing atmosphere in the air and raised his eyes to scan the situation in front of him.

Li Fei was leaning against the pillar, holding his cell phone and replying to someone's message. A voice message was accidentally played, and it happened to fall into the ears of Fu Lingheng and Cheng Yang.

[Hello, Teacher Li, my name is Mu Xiao. 】

[I'm sorry to bother you so presumptuously, but I found out that you played the violin very well last time I performed on the same stage with you. I am preparing a new album, so I would like to ask you some questions about music...]

Mu Xiao!

That popular singer?

Listening to the gentle male voice in the voice, Fu Lingheng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the cold aura emanating from his body was enough to freeze the water in the rockery fountain into ice.

Cheng Yang touched the tip of his nose and didn't know where to put his hands.

Mu Xiao actually dared to take the initiative to ask out his wife, and Mr. Fu happened to hear it. It was over!

He prayed silently in his heart, hoping that this man would be blessed with good luck!

Cheng Yang swallowed his saliva and reminded him risking his life: "Mr. Fu, it's eight-fifty, we should leave."

Fu Lingheng didn't seem to hear him, his face was gloomy, and the aura of violence in his body was no less intense than that of the ghosts on the Ghost Festival.

"Are you familiar with Mu Xiao?"

Although Fu Lingheng spoke in a calm tone, Cheng Yang could still hear a bit of a sour taste when he pricked his ears.

"I'm not very familiar with him. I worked together once, but I've met him many times in person."

Li Fei put away his phone after simply replying in the input box.

After being outside for a long time, her hands and feet were extremely cold. She lowered her head and breathed into her hands.

Fu Lingheng glanced at her cold-red cheeks, wrapped his big hands around her little ones, and led her into the house.

"Uncle Lin, prepare a hand warmer for the young mistress."

He knew that Li Fei was afraid of the cold in winter, so as soon as he entered the house, he immediately ordered Uncle Lin to prepare hand warmers and hot water to make ginger tea to keep her away from the cold.

"I will pick you up at seven o'clock in the evening. I will celebrate your birthday every year from now on."

After saying that, he turned around and left, followed closely by Cheng Yang.

Watching the limousine gradually disappear from sight, Li Fei held the hand warmer tightly.

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in the car.

Fu Lingheng leaned on the back seat and closed his eyes to relax, frowning slightly, looking very uncomfortable.

Cheng Yang sat in the driver's seat and looked at him through the rearview mirror.

He was obviously very stimulated by his wife's voice message just now.

He thought carefully and said, "Mr. Fu, do you need me to check the background information of that male trafficker?"

Public figures in the entertainment industry can find their information on the Internet, so why bother to look it up?

Fu Lingheng opened his eyes, his dark pupils were as sharp as falcons, and his voice was cold and inhumane: "No need, what's there to find out about a dead male goblin?"

"Uh......"

Dead male goblin?

With their always calm image of Mr. Fu, to be able to describe him like this, it shows that he is already so angry that he wants to kill him, right?

Cheng Yang secretly glanced at his expression, hesitated for a moment and said: "Almost all the company's senior executives have met my wife at the annual meeting. Early in the morning, several media called me to ask if the previous materials could be given to... ..Issued to."

At the auction, Li Fei refused to accept the tears, which made Fu Lingheng, a cold and arrogant man, deeply frustrated. In anger, he spent money to suppress all the hot searches that the media was planning to expose on various websites.

Of course, the main reason is because Li Fei said: In the future, he will find a woman whose heart and eyes are full of him.

This sentence was a trigger. Fu Lingheng immediately said harsh words. Anyone who dared to leak any information about the two of them would be immediately banned!

That's why the media chose to tolerate it. After all, the Fu Group is one of the top wealthy families in H City and cannot be offended!

His eyes were piercing and his voice became extremely cold: "Why do you still need to ask me about such a trivial matter?"

Cheng Yang: "..."

Is this a small thing?

Then who told him to work overtime overnight to put pressure on the media, and asked him to take down all relevant news at all costs?

So.....is it possible to send it or not?