After getting the marriage certificate, she was spoiled by her rich husband

Leng's villa.

When Leng Xiaochen returned home, Aunt Zhang told him that Su Qianman had gone out to eat with friends and would not be back until late.

So after dinner, he sat in the living room waiting for her.

As long as there was the slightest noise behind him, he would turn around quickly as if he had been electrocuted.

As Butler Yan just walked up from behind, he turned around impatiently.

"Master, it's me."

Butler Yan said timidly.

"What's the matter?" The voice was cold.

When he found out that it was not Su Qianman, his face, which had originally been somewhat hopeful, instantly turned gloomy.

"Master, it's already very late and dark. Why don't you go and rest first? I'll just wait here for Madam to come back."

"I'll wait for her here."

"Ok."

Seeing that the young master was so stubborn, Butler Yan had no choice but to walk away silently.

I don’t know how long I waited, but Leng Xiaochen almost fell asleep on the sofa.

His eyes were hazy and his head was dizzy, but he still tried to stay awake, fearing that he would fall asleep accidentally.

"Master, the young lady is back."

Butler Yan suddenly ran in hurriedly.

Leng Xiaochen, who was originally a little drowsy, woke up instantly as if someone had poured a basin of ice water over him from head to toe.

Xiaoli was seen carefully helping a drunkard in.

The woman's body was swaying, as if she would fall down at any time, and she was still muttering to herself, "Come on, drink, keep drinking, I want to drink."

He strode forward, held the woman's body tightly with both hands, and looked at her tenderly: "Why are you so drunk?" There was a hint of heartache and self-blame in his voice.

Followed by.

He held the woman in his arms without hesitation and carried her upstairs in a princess-like posture. "Hurry up and cook a bowl of hangover soup and bring it up, then change the young lady's clothes."

Leng Xiaochen carefully held the woman and slowly walked into the bedroom.

Gently placed her on the soft big bed and carefully took off her shoes.

A moment.

Aunt Zhang walked into the room carrying a bowl of sobering soup.

Leng Xiaochen took the bowl of soup and gently helped the woman up, letting her delicate body lean against his strong arms.

He scooped up a spoonful of hangover soup, slowly moved it close to the woman's lips, and whispered softly: "Manman, drink some hangover soup, it will make you feel better."

However, the woman mumbled and refused: "I don't want it, I want to drink."

Leng Xiaochen smiled helplessly and coaxed softly: "Be good, drink this, and I will drink with you again."

The woman slowly approached the spoon, took a sip, and immediately cried out, "Oh, it's so hot."

Leng Xiaochen quickly lowered his head and gently blew on the soup in the spoon, and said softly: "It's not hot now."

I heard it's not hot anymore.

The woman then slightly opened her delicate and charming little mouth in a drunken state and drank a few sips in a daze.

Soon, Xiaoli and Xiaohong quickly changed her into a set of refreshing pajamas.

Leng Xiaochen sat quietly beside the bed, his deep eyes gazing at Su Qianman affectionately, the tenderness in his eyes seemed to overflow.

The woman at this moment was like a drunken fairy, delicate and lovely, extremely lovable.

Her slightly tipsy look carried an indescribable charm.

Leng Xiaochen couldn't help but reach out his hand and gently stroke her cheek, which was as smooth as mutton-fat jade.

Just as his fingertips touched hers.

The woman opened her eyes hazily, her eyes full of confusion and bewilderment, and murmured: "Hey, Leng Xiaochen, you...why are you here?"

"it's me."

The voice is low and gentle.

"Leng Xiaochen is a big bad guy... Why... doesn't he want to see me? Wuwuwu..."

There was a hint of grievance in the woman's voice as she cried incoherently.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. I will never do this again." Leng Xiaochen hurriedly admitted his mistake, his tone full of regret.

"I never want to see you again... You bullied me, I will tell them and let them... beat you to death."

"Woooooooo..."

Looking at the heartbroken woman in front of him, Leng Xiaochen quickly leaned over, hugged her tightly in his arms, and gently comforted her: "Don't cry, I was wrong, I'm sorry."

The woman gradually calmed down in his arms, with a happy smile on her lips even in her sleep.

Leng Xiaochen looked at her, his eyes full of love and tenderness.

outside the window.

The moonlight was like water, quietly sprinkling on them, as if covering them with a layer of holy light.

The next day.

As usual, Su Qianman went downstairs alone to have breakfast.

The moment she stepped into the restaurant, her eyes unexpectedly met Leng Xiaochen's.

Leng Xiaochen?

She blinked in disbelief, wondering if she was hallucinating.

Yes, it’s really him!

Isn't he in the company at this time?

How come you're at home?

She sat on the chair with a face full of doubts, with countless question marks swirling in her mind, but she was stubborn and chose to remain silent, treating him as an invisible man.

"Don't you have anything to ask?" Leng Xiaochen's voice was as cold as ice, without a trace of warmth.

"No."

What else do you expect her to ask?

Don't you want to see her?

It’s best not to see you forever.

Leng Xiaochen put down the cutlery in his hand and looked straight at Su Qianman: "From now on, I will eat breakfast and dinner with you."

"Oh."

Su Qianman responded perfunctorily and began to eat breakfast.

Anyway, she doesn't care, it doesn't matter whether he accompanies her or not.

Invisible man.

The two of them fell into silence, and the atmosphere in the entire restaurant became extremely awkward.

Leng Xiaochen's gaze would occasionally sweep over Su Qianman, and there seemed to be something hidden in his eyes.

Su Qianman deliberately avoided his sight and focused entirely on the food in front of her.

After breakfast, Leng Xiaochen went to the company.

While they were having breakfast, Aunt Zhang saw in the kitchen that they were still awkward with each other.

So, after the meal, she walked over and asked softly, "Madam, have you and the young master not reconciled yet? I thought you had reconciled last night."

Su Qianman's eyes revealed a trace of confusion. She frowned slightly and asked doubtfully: "Last night? What happened last night?"

"Don't you remember?"

Su Qianman shook her head in response.

"The young master has been waiting for you in the living room for a very long time. After you came back, the young master stayed by your side silently and didn't close his eyes all night."

"what?"

After hearing this, Su Qianman's eyes widened and her face was full of disbelief.

Aunt Zhang looked at Su Qianman's surprised expression and continued, "The young master is really good to the young mistress, and we all see it."

After hearing this, Su Qianman just froze in place, her mind in a mess.

He actually did so many things quietly in private.

So she just said to him...

She went a little too far.

At this moment, Su Qianman felt a deep sense of guilt in her heart.