The President's Forced Love

"Xiao Yihen threatened you with that child and told you to destroy my company, otherwise he would kill that child, right?" Fu Lin asked clearly with a cold face.

But no one knew how much he expected and how anxious he was when he asked this sentence.

Ye Li cried so hard that she nodded under Fu Lin's falcon-like eyes.

"Well."

In an instant, all the depression and dissatisfaction lingering in his heart dissipated, and the deep black eyes were dyed with light.

He stretched out his hand, hugged Ye Li tightly into his arms, rubbed her face like a baby, lifted her face, and kissed her lips heavily.

The old housekeeper looked at this scene in embarrassment, and quietly backed out.

Kissing her lips almost frantically, he didn't let her go until Ye Li was almost out of breath.

The originally pale face was stained red, and Ye Li fell into his arms, panting weakly.

With an uncontrollable smile at the corner of his mouth, Fu Lin hugged her onto the bed, leaned over and pressed her down, staring at her deeply with black eyes, "Ye Li, you didn't want to hurt me, that's why you jumped into the sea, didn't you?"

Before Ye Li could reply, he said firmly to himself again, "That's it, you must be in love with me."

Ye Li didn't speak, but stretched out her arms to gently wrap around his thin waist, closed her eyes and rubbed against his firm chest, her movements were full of dependence.

The black eyes were deep and bright, and the arc of the corner of the mouth was getting bigger and bigger. Fu Lin couldn't hold back, and pressed Ye Li for another deep kiss.

After the kiss, he let go of her with unfulfilled desires, and fixed his black eyes on Ye Li who was panting underneath, "This is your choice!"

He didn't force her, Ye Li took the initiative!
Ye Li nodded, and put her arms around Fu Lin's waist again.

For her own sake, Fu Lin can jump into the sea to save herself when a storm comes, regardless of the danger of her life.

Even if he would change his mind in the future, she would admit it.

At least, Fu Lin at this time really loves her.

"It's really clingy." Said something disgusting, and Fu Lin hugged her very satisfied.

But a second later, he was pushed away by Ye Li in a daze.

Staring at him dissatisfied, Fu Lin said displeasedly, "Don't push me away! Hug me if you want to, and push me away if you don't want to. What do you think of me?"

Ye Li looked at him helplessly, "Fu Lin, your wound needs to be treated."

Taking a nonchalant glance at his blood-stained trousers, he snorted coldly, "Small injury."

"Where is the small injury?" Carefully opened his pants, and seeing the slightly hideous wound, Ye Li burst into tears again, and asked in a trembling voice, "Is it because of me? It's time to save me ..."

"No," Fu Lin hugged her into his arms, gently wiped away the tears from her face, and kissed her fair forehead.

He coaxed in a low voice, "It's an honor to be injured for you."

His voice was deep and magnetic, and his black eyes were full of seriousness, without a hint of laughter.

The heart was beating violently, and a wave of blood spread from the heart to the limbs, and finally gathered in the heart again.

Stretching out her small hand, Ye Li carefully traced his deep and perfect facial features, passed through his sexy Adam's apple, and finally landed on his heart.

"Fu Lin, is your heart mine?"

Her heart stopped beating, Fu Lin stretched out her big hand, wrapped her cool little hand domineeringly, her Adam's apple moved, and said in a low voice, "It's always been yours."

I have always loved you alone.