The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

I have to say that Pei Zigui’s acting skills are pretty good, and he plays the role of a man who loves and protects his wife to perfection.

At least Jiang Ruoli's mother was quite satisfied with this son-in-law.

"Look, now that they are a few years older, they really know how to care for others. I think the two children have a good relationship, so you don't have to worry."

Father Jiang nodded at the side, agreeing quite a bit.

If it weren't for the fact that Pei Zigui was holding him tightly in his arms and his head was dizzy, Jiang Ruoli would have had to explain everything to Ms. Ruan.

They are not familiar with each other, really not familiar with each other at all.

Pei Zigui carried the person all the way to the car and then carried him home, without letting Jiang Ruoli touch the ground at all. As a result, the person in his arms had already fallen asleep.

I really feel at ease with him.

The wedding house that the Pei family bought for the young couple is in Lanting Garden, the most expensive land in Jiangcheng, a lakeside villa area, the kind where takeout can be delivered to the door by a butler.

As soon as he put the person on the bed, Pei Zigui saw Jiang Ruoli rub his eyes and open those charming and bright eyes.

"Why don't you take off my makeup?"

The delicate voice was a little drunken.

Pei Zigui was stunned for a moment, a rare look of embarrassment flashed across his handsome face: "I can't."

The eldest lady snorted righteously.

"My mom said you were so nice to me, but you can't even remove your makeup. I think you want to murder me, make my face rotten, and then go out and find a little demon."

Pei Zigui pressed his eyebrows and felt a little headache.

"One is hard enough."

The man's voice was deep and magnetic, and his handsome face enlarged in front of him, causing Jiang Ruoli to be dazzled.

She opened her arms and grabbed the hem of Pei Zigui's shirt, slowly climbed up from the bed, facing the man, and half-knelt beside the bed.

Then, she opened her arms and said tenderly, "Carry me to take a bath."

She moved quite a lot, causing the shoulder strap of her skirt to fall loosely to one side, revealing a large area of ​​skin as white as jade.

The action of tilting the head back makes the little face look even more charming.

Pei Zigui stood beside the bed, letting the pair of tender white hands crumple his shirt into a mess, his dark eyes were like a cold pond, bottomless.

When he opened his mouth, his voice was terribly hoarse.

"Jiang Ruoli, who are you asking to carry you to take a bath?"

Jiang Ruoli thought he was unwilling to carry her to take a bath, and frowned with an unhappy look on his face.

"You acted well in the banquet hall just now, but now that you're home you won't continue to play the role of a good husband? Humph!"

As if he heard some satisfying words, the man raised the corners of his lips, then raised his hand, held the woman's small chin and kissed her.

With the air taken away from him, Jiang Ruoli desperately beat on Pei Zigui's chest, finally getting him to be merciful and let him go.

She leaned on Pei Zigui's shoulder and panted, her voice so soft that it was incomplete: "Pei Zigui, what are you doing?"

"Don't act like a baby."

"Carry you to take a bath."

The man picked her up and walked towards the bathroom.

Jiang Ruoli felt as if his feet had never touched the ground, and his whole body was stained with the scent of Pei Zigui.

When she was excited, she bit the man's shoulder hard, and her red eyes were filled with tears.

Pei Zigui was also feeling uncomfortable, with a frown on his face, in a dilemma.

Finally, he sighed and gently rubbed the corners of Jiang Ruoli's eyes, "No more, don't cry."

Jiang Ruoli grabbed Pei Zigui's arm and said in a broken voice, "Move a little..."

The man's pupils constricted instantly, his jawline collapsed into a hard curve, and his voice was as deep as a cello: "Lili, you said this."

Everything fell into place that night.

……

At noon, Jiang Ruoli slowly woke up.

"hiss……"

Jiang Ruoli rubbed his sore waist, and the memory of the previous night gradually came back to him.

I touched my side, but the warmth of the person who had caused this was no longer there.

I vaguely remember that Pei Zigui received a call at dawn. At that time, she was still unhappy and disliked his noise, and Pei Zigui seemed to go out with the phone.

When he came back, I don't know what he said in my ear, then he covered her with the quilt and left.

"What did you say?"

Jiang Ruoli shook his head. "Forget it. I can't remember."

Knock, knock, knock. There was a knock on the bedroom door.

"Come in."

Auntie Lan, the housekeeper, pushed the door open and walked in. "Madam, my husband asked me to come and call you for breakfast at this time."

Pei Zigui also specifically instructed that if Jiang Ruoli complained of being tired and didn't want to get up, he should bring the food to her bedroom.

Anyway, I have to eat breakfast first.

Aunt Lan glanced at the woman on the bed nervously. Even though she looked a little tired, her small face, which was the size of a palm, was still glowing white, simple and pure, and her facial features were incredibly delicate.

A natural beauty.

Aunt Lan had heard of the reputation of this young lady, and was afraid that she would get angry if she was unhappy.

"Shall I bring it in for you?"

Fortunately, Jiang Ruoli just stretched, and his soft voice was a little hoarse.

"Don't bother, I'll get up right away. Thank you, Aunt Lan."

Lifting the quilt, there were red marks on her neck and collarbone, and even on her fair legs. Jiang Ruoli felt embarrassed and annoyed, so he slid back into bed.

Auntie Lan is an experienced person, so she naturally understands what these are. It seems that the couple has a good relationship, and she will call the old man soon.

"Then ma'am, I'll be out first."

A muffled voice came from under the quilt: "Well, okay..."

Damn Pei Zigui!

Jiang Ruoli was so angry that she took out her cell phone and opened the chat box with the note "Plastic Husband".

Jiang Ruoli, a well-educated and well-mannered man: "You were born in the year of the dog in your previous life!"

The message came back quickly.

Plastic husband: "Are you awake? Go have breakfast first."

Plastic Husband: "I have something to do in Hong Kong. I will be back next week."

Jiang Ruoli pursed his lips. They were really a fake couple. After all, whose husband would go on a business trip on the second day after their wedding?

Slide your finger quickly across the screen to send.

Jiang Ruoli, a well-educated and well-mannered man, said: "Oh, I didn't ask you, so you don't need to report it."

Hong Kong city, Li family.

The Li family is a complicated and tangled organization. As the head of the Li family and his good friend, Li Yanzhou's plan is to use Pei Zigui to clean up the family.

At this moment, Pei Zigui put down his phone, frowned and glanced at his friend, "You called me here in such a hurry just to kick your second uncle out of this project?"

"No, I want more than this."

The man wearing gold-rimmed glasses nodded slightly, and the assistant beside him immediately handed the information in his hand to Pei Zigui.

Pei Zigui raised his eyebrows, his eyes teasing, "You are still the most ruthless one."

In this case, Uncle Li's second uncle might not only fail to escape unscathed, but also have to suffer heavy losses.

Li Yanzhou's thin lips curled slightly, "Your methods are even worse than before. I'm curious, does your delicate young lady know that her husband is a wolf in private?"

He saw the message just now, in which the girl called him a dog.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Pei would give his wife such a disgusting title."

Pei Zigui looked at Li Yanzhou. The man in front of him did not even attend the funeral when his grandfather died. Now he just dealt with all the people who gossiped about him one by one. He was completely an emotionless monster.

He chuckled, with a hint of joking in his tone: "Marriage interest. You don't have a wife, so of course you don't know."

Thinking of a figure far away in Jiangcheng, Li Yanzhou's eyebrows moved slightly, and his tone was unclear:

"That's not necessarily true. By the way, I'll go back to Jiangcheng with you then."

Pei Zigui glared at his friend, "You've been going to Jiangcheng quite frequently recently."

Li Yanzhou's mother practiced in a temple in Jiangcheng. He would return to Jiangcheng every once in a while and had his own residence.

But it seems like I’ve been going there more frequently recently.

Li Yanzhou said in a low voice with a smile: "I have someone in my heart."