Strong Marriage: Every Step Wins

Su Biyao thought that Lu Zhenyu was reluctant to marry her, and he probably didn't want more people to know about their relationship, but the current situation clearly made her colleagues around her unable to do so without thinking too much.

"Get in the car!" Su Biyao was lost in thought when she heard the cold command of the man in the car.

She quickly put away the surprise in her heart, raised her pink lips and smiled calmly, turned her head and said "goodbye!" to Cheng Xiaoyu, then took a step forward, bent over and got into the luxury car.

The luxury car drove away, leaving Cheng Xiaoyu stunned in place, murmuring in disbelief: "There is really something going on between Baguio and Mr. Lu."

The car drove towards Houhai in the night of the city, and Su Biyao found that this road was not going to the Lu family's old house, nor the Lu family's hotel, she couldn't help turning her face to look at Lu Zhenyu beside her in confusion.

"Didn't you ask where I have an appointment tonight?" Lu Zhenyu noticed her surprise, staring at the tablet on his lap, and said casually.

Su Biyao suddenly remembered that in the morning at the company, when she was pushed into Lu Zhenyu's arms by Lin Na's tricks, she deliberately provoked him, so she pouted her lips and smiled softly, "Why? You're not at the hotel tonight, and you're going to fight on the beach?"

Lu Zhenyu glanced at her angrily, and said sarcastically, "Su Biyao, are you a woman or not? You don't have any reservations about women?"

Su Biyao shrugged her pretty shoulders indifferently, she thought of Lu Zhenyu's ugly words about her last night.

She laughed at herself: "Cheap is cheap! Why are you so reserved? Could it be that Mr. Lu likes playing hard to get? Sorry, I don't!"

"..." Lu Zhenyu was speechless for a while, that's right, when other women want to climb into his bed, they will act as reserved as possible.

As the saying goes, acting is enough, but this woman in front of me, no matter how much he sarcastically satirizes her, she always looks like she doesn't care what he thinks.

However, her way of doing things in her own way and loving so and so made him inexplicably feel a little cuter than those women who were playing hard to get.

Involuntarily, the tightly pursed thin lips drew a playful arc.

Lu Zhenyu's slender fingers evoked Su Biyao's delicate little face with no makeup on: "Well, since you like pestering men so much, then continue like this and keep on being shameless!"

His low and deep magnetic voice was full of sarcasm.

Su Biyao's smile did not change, but deep down in her heart, a trace of sadness flashed silently because of his "brazen".

She is also a woman, and has a sense of shame, but she has to take revenge for her deep hatred. In this city, she has no relatives and no family background. If she wants to take revenge, she can only rely on the power of the Lu family.

What dignity and shame, she can only break teeth and swallow blood.

After a 10-minute drive, a black Bentley drove into the Houhai villa area, and Su Biyao followed Lu Zhenyu into a European-style bungalow.

"Sir, madam, dinner is ready!" The middle-aged maid greeted the door respectfully and took Lu Zhenyu's coat and Su Biyao's handbag.

When the servant walked away, Lu Zhenyu turned around and whispered in Su Biyao's ear, "First feed your stomach full before you have the strength to feed my brother!"

Su Biyao stared wide in shock at his words, as if, at that second, she was greatly insulted.

But Lu Zhenyu acted as if nothing had happened, and when he finished speaking, he hooked the corners of his lips evilly, turned around and walked towards the back hall.

Su Biyao resentfully clenched her fists and danced wildly towards his cold back in the air, saying plausibly: "What a bull, huh, it's just a planter!"