A Long Way to Marriage: Sweet New Wife Loves Not Enough

The man hugged Lin Qinghuan, and the two fell into the soft bed together.

Moaning in a low voice, lingering to death...

1035.

Why, it happened to be that room.

Shen Fengyan didn't expect it, and Lin Qinghuan didn't expect it either.

Rong Che opened the door with his key card, threw the key directly on the cabinet in the entrance hall, took off his coat and handed it to Lin Qinghuan: "I'm going to take a shower, you can go to rest after washing."

Lin Qinghuan stood there undecided, holding Rong Che's coat tightly in his hand.

Rong Che turned around, glanced at Lin Qinghuan who was still standing there, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and walked in front of her with a smile: "Of course, we can also be together."

Lin Qinghuan was speechless: "Who wants to wash with you?" After finishing speaking, she turned and left.

He casually threw Rong Che's hair on the sofa.

The washroom is separate from the bathroom, and after washing up, Lin Qinghuan lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Rong Che came out of the bathroom, wiped the water on his head with a towel, glanced at the room, his eyes were shining brightly, and looked at Lin Qinghuan who was already lying on the bed but obviously not asleep, and laughed: " Siyuan said that you are afraid of the dark, so I can understand turning on the lights, but you don't have to turn on every light in the room, right?" He said, walked to the door, walked over from the door again, and turned on all the lights. The switches are all ornamental, leaving only the bedside lamp.

Lin Qinghuan took a deep breath and shrank back into the bed.

Rong Che saw everything she did, and soon, he walked up to her and turned off the bedside lamp.

The curtains are very blackout. Although the lights outside are bright, they can't get through at all.

Lin Qinghuan was a little scared, even, scared.

In the dark, she heard the sound of Rong Che throwing off the quilt and going to bed, holding the quilt tightly with both hands, Rong Che lay beside her for a while, and soon turned around and hugged her from behind.

However, when Rong Che's arm was on her body, Lin Qinghuan turned her body to avoid it, but she herself forgot that she was already lying on the edge of the bed just now, and she turned over and fell directly at this moment on the ground.

Rong Che was not in a hurry, turned on the bedside lamp, turned around and looked at Lin Qinghuan who was sitting on the ground, and said with a chuckle, "What's wrong?"

Lin Qinghuan was trembling all over, she was silent for a while and said, "Rong...Rong Che, I...let's go home, shall we?"

When she spoke, her voice trembled, and it was obvious that she was very scared.

Rong Che was silent for a while, then got up, dressed neatly, and glanced at Lin Qinghuan who was squatting on the ground: "It's too late to go home, I'm going to change rooms."

Lin Qinghuan didn't say anything.

About half an hour later, the hotel manager came over in person and directly changed the room for them to the presidential suite on the top floor.

"I'm really sorry, if Mr. Shen hadn't called Gulai, I wouldn't even know you were here. I didn't greet you well, and I was neglected." The hotel manager apologized to Rong Che, and glanced at Lin Qinghuan.

However, when his eyes fell on her, there was obviously a moment of hesitation, and his tone of voice was somewhat uncertain: "Miss Lin?"

Lin Qinghuan also knew the hotel manager, so she didn't want to come to this place.

Before Lin Qinghuan could speak, Rong Che said directly, "It's Mrs. Rong."

The hotel manager was obviously terrified: "I'm sorry, Mr. Rong." As he said that, he took it and let it go to Rong Che to open the door, and then respectfully handed it to Rong Che: "Rong Che and his wife have a good rest. Will not be disturbing."

Saying that, he fled away from the scene.

Rong Che pulled Lin Qinghuan in, took off his coat and put it on the sofa, took a bottle of red wine from the wine rack, poured a glass and handed it to her: "Is it better?"

Lin Qinghuan hesitated for a while before taking the wine glass that Rong Che handed over, took a sip, calmed down before responding: "It's much better, thank you..."

Rong Che took the empty glass in her hand and poured himself a glass, drank it in one gulp, then put the wine bottle and the empty glass on the coffee table, then sat on the sofa, crossed his legs casually, and said casually : "Did that place remind you of any unpleasant experiences?"

Lin Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief, forced a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and said in a relaxed tone: "No, how is it possible, I have never been to this place before."

As she spoke, she went directly to Rong Che and sat down.

Rong Che held her in his arms, and patted her on the shoulder with his palm, as if to comfort her, but when he looked at him again, there was a faint smile in his eyes: "Manager Xu seems to know you. Come here often?"

Hearing what he said, Lin Qinghuan struggled to leave him, but Rong Che hugged her even tighter.

"What's the rush?" Rong Che smiled casually: "I've never been angry, why do you always react so sensitively when you mention Shen Fengyan?"

Lin Qinghuan was a little speechless: "Is there anything to mention?"

Rong Che smiled: "Seriously, who did you give it to for the first time?"

Lin Qinghuan was silent.

Rong Che chuckled: "Are you afraid that I will be angry if you say it?"

He was indeed a little angry, but Rong Che also told himself clearly that he shouldn't be angry.

It's not an important person anyway, so why do you have to be angry?

I really wanted to be angry in my heart, but I said on my mouth: "There's no reason for me to be angry, I'm just... just curious."

In fact, Lin Qinghuan had nothing to be afraid of, she just didn't want to think about the past.

just now...

Lin Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief, and when she looked at Rong Che again, her eyes were serious. Rong Che looked at her, and gradually, there was a bit of anticipation.

However, Lin Qinghuan smiled and said, "A secret makes a womam womam."

The smile in Rong Che's eyes gradually disappeared.

Lin Qinghuan smiled awkwardly: "What do you say about this kind of thing? Since you said that you have nothing to be angry with, then stop asking. Curiosity kills the cat. Let's keep some illusions for each other. "

With that said, Lin Qinghuan got up and left, went to the bathroom to change into her nightgown, and went straight to the bedroom to sleep.

Rong Che poured himself a glass of red wine, took the glass and walked to the window and stood there for a while before finishing the red wine in the glass. After putting the empty glass on the coffee table, he went to another room.

After the hotel manager came down from the top floor, he called Shen Fengyan directly: "Master, Miss Lin..."

Shen Fengyan hung up the phone without listening to her finish.

Right now, he doesn't want to hear anything about Lin Qinghuan.

Rong Che, he must have done it on purpose!
The next day, when Lin Qinghuan woke up, breakfast was already on the table in the dining room. As for Rong Che, he sat in front of the table and read the newspaper of the day.

It's ridiculous to say that he was like this when he was in the villa.

Lin Qinghuan always thought that reading newspapers was a habit only for the elderly, but she didn't expect it to be a part of her daily life.

It was weird at first, but now, it's not weird anymore.

Hearing the voice, Rong Che said casually: "I just handed over some breakfast, finish it quickly, there will be a meeting at the company later."

While talking, Lin Qinghuan had already sat beside her, took the bowls and chopsticks and started eating. At the same time, she also replied, "You can go directly to the company. I'll just take a taxi and go back."

Rong Che turned a page of the newspaper and said with a smile: "Do you really want to be a full-time young mistress at home?"

Lin Qinghuan smiled resentfully: "Even if you are a full-time young mistress, you can afford it, right? Or, you can't afford it?"

Rong Che smiled, folded the newspaper in his hand and put it aside, then ate the breakfast in front of him, and then casually said: "It's affordable, but don't you feel bored staying at home every day? "

"How could I stay at home every day! I can go shopping with friends, drink afternoon tea, have a facial, soak in a hot spring, etc." Lin Qinghuan was very excited when he said this.

Is there anything better in the world than spending money?

Rong Che wasn't angry, but just teased casually: "Then spend tens of millions a day?"

"Eh..." Lin Qinghuan was a little timid, smiled awkwardly, and then added: "I can save some money, tens of thousands of dollars is enough, um... more than enough!"

It was because he wanted to get revenge on Rong Che that day, so he spent money recklessly. Besides, Lin Shuya made a move, otherwise it would be impossible to spend so much money.

It's really like what she said, just going out shopping, drinking tea and doing beauty treatment, how could it be possible to get so much money.

"Don't save me, you'll get bored within two days, it doesn't matter." Rong Che's tone was relaxed, as if to say that the sun would definitely come out from the west tomorrow.

Lin Qinghuan was so surprised that she didn't close her mouth for a long time.

Rong Che turned his head to see her like this, and directly picked up a chopstick of chopped fruit and stuffed it into her mouth.

Only then did Lin Qinghuan come to her senses, chewing the apple that Rong Che gave her and said, "Actually, I'm also quite curious, like you, who is handsome and can tease little girls, how do you feel that you live a pure life?" Ascetic."

"Is there?" Rong Che disagreed very much: "I think I have become more lustful recently." As he spoke, his eyes fell on Lin Qinghuan for a while, and then he smiled: "That's why I went to sleep in the guest room last night , lest you really be widowed."

Lin Qinghuan glanced at him sideways: "What are you talking about? How can anyone say that he died?"

Rong Che took a sip of his juice, calm as always: "Do you believe in such mysterious things? I'm a businessman, and I don't believe in anything but myself."

Lin Qinghuan muttered in a low voice: "If you don't believe it, you don't believe it. It's better not to talk like that!"

Rong Che smiled, glanced at him, and said nothing.

The two left the hotel room directly after breakfast.

Going down the elevator, Rong Che went to the front desk to pick up the car keys, Lin Qinghuan stood aside and waited for him.

But at this moment, someone behind Lin Qinghuan suddenly called her: "Qinghuan?" Her tone was a little uncertain and unexpected.

Lin Qinghuan felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, but for a while she couldn't remember who it was.

Turning to look for the speaker, his eyes fell on Zhao Rui and Qian Xiaorong, and he said in disbelief, "Xiaorong?"

Qian Xiaorong nodded: "It's me, but, Qinghuan, you..." She hesitated to speak, and then turned her head to look at the other person standing beside them.

Lin Qinghuan followed the line of sight of the two of them, and Shen Fengyan stood beside them impressively.