Hot sweet wife: Mr. President, don't be arrogant

"Do you think I should believe it? The so-and-so who worked with you recently has a very good figure, with a protruding front and a curved back. She is famous for her curvy figure. You are still acting as a couple!"

She didn't say this usually, but she murmured it many times in her heart.

Although she also knew that this was Lian Yi's job and had a professional attitude, but as a girl, seeing her man and other women acting as lovers, her heart was still in turmoil.

"Huh? Are you jealous?" Lian Yi narrowed his eyes, feeling a little happy.

Lu Jiaqi: "I don't, I just want to remind you that you are a married man, I know you can't be too demanding at work, but in private, if I find out that you are hooking up with those coquettish sluts, it is unbearable." Tolerate!"

After saying a series of crackling words, she felt a little embarrassed herself.

Normally, she's not so...so direct?
Lian Yi stared at her eyes, the corners of his lips raised, "Ah, my wife is angry, but I'm actually a little happy, what should I do?"

The man smiled alluringly, looking at her eyes as if he wanted to absorb her whole body.

Lu Jiaqi, who was originally high-spirited, suddenly calmed down.

"I'm not angry. I know you're an actress and singer. You'll have to meet many girls in your work." Lu Jiaqi's voice became softer and softer.

"Really?" Lian Yi stretched out his arms and directly took him into his arms.

Lu Jiaqi lowered her head and did not meet his gaze, "Of course, I am the editor-in-chief of the entertainment section, and I know your industry very well."

She knows many things about the entertainment industry very well.

Therefore, she knows better that if the news of Lian Yi's hidden marriage is made public today, it will cause an uproar in the whole circle and fans.

For this point, she has been reluctant to disclose it, and this is a big reason.

Lu Jiaqi's little heart could clearly feel it. As the press conference approached, her heart became more and more tense, as if she was about to go to the guillotine.

Not because of myself, but because of the man I love.

"Hey! Why are you pinching me?"

Lu Jiaqi gasped for a sudden pain in her waist.

Lian Yi's sudden sudden pain caused her to burst into tears, "Lian Yi, you are counting it as domestic violence, let me tell you!"

"Seeing how nervous you are, where is your usual cleverness?" Lian Yi's hand pinching her waist for a second, changed to kneading in the next moment, "I know it hurts!"

Lu Jiaqi stared at him tearfully, "Of course it hurts, why don't I give it to you?! Idol, you are too cruel."

"Let you think about it!" Lian Yi touched her head, feeling a little annoyed in his heart, as if he was too strong.

"I didn't!"

Lu Jiaqi pursed her lips, with tears in her eyes, staring at him slightly startled.

Lian Yi sighed lightly, and pulled him into his arms, "How about I help you take a look?"

Lu Jiaqi blushed, and subconsciously glanced at the door of the dressing room, "Idol, this is a public place, your image!"

"Huh? In front of your wife, you don't need to worry about your image." Lian Yi put his arms around Ren's shoulders and laughed softly.

"No, as the head of the fan club, I have to be responsible for the idol's career and life."

Lian Yi: "..."