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

"Meet it!" Han Yanran leaned against Tang Shaoting's chest, and looked sideways at the few people in front of her.

She fiddled with her fingers, "It's here."

The rich second generation looked at the two people in front of him, his face turned blue and pale.

Although they felt that Han Yanran was not as good as before, they couldn't restrain their trembling all over.

Tang Shaoting glanced at the faces of the people in front of him, tightened his arms, and pressed Han Yanran into his arms, "Don't be so willful."

Doting tone, gentle tone.

capricious?
Han Yanran's expression froze for a moment, she did not expect Tang Shaoting to use this word to describe her.

Then she glanced at the rich second generation in front of her, raised her arms and put her arms around Tang Shaoting's waist.

"Actually, if it's okay, why don't we go to another place to chat?"

That face with obvious scars can still be seen clearly even if it is covered with thick concealer and powder.

Especially at this moment, Han Yanran deliberately turned her face to Tang Shaoting's face, smiling maliciously.

"Okay! Let's go to the room and talk."

Tang Shaoting's voice was very gentle, but his face was as cold as an underground ice cellar.

Han Yanran looked at the expressions of some women around her, and couldn't help feeling amused.

Everyone was guessing about the marriage between her and the Tang family. Seeing Tang Shaoting like this now, the expressions on those guys' faces can be said to be very exciting.

Tang Shaoting stared at her smiling face, and then, under the eyes of everyone, he took her hand and went straight out of the banquet hall.

The moment the elevator doors closed, the commotion outside died down.

As if suddenly isolated in another world, Han Yanran glanced at the arm being held by the man.

She hooked her lips and smiled slightly, "Tang Shaoting, you can stop now."

Tang Shaoting didn't take her back, but instead pushed her to the wall and approached her, "Han Yanran, what's the matter with her face?"

The voice was very soft, but there was a lot of anger in the tone.

Han Yanran raised her hand and gently pushed his chest, "Stay away from me, what else can I do with my face? Isn't it disfigured? Now that you're so close, can't you see clearly?"

It was still the same as before, with a seductive voice, but the strong sarcasm could not be concealed from the corners of her lips.

He stared at him closely, with an expression as if he was holding back something.

"Han Yanran, is that why you don't want to have anything to do with me?"

Tang Shaoting is relatively tall, and at this moment he is pressing down on her forcefully, and it seems as if they can smell each other's breath.

"You don't think I'll let you go because you're disfigured now?" He chuckled lukewarmly, with contempt in his eyes, "Even if you die, you must let me enter the door of the Tang family. I said I'm married to you, don't forget this sentence."

He looked at her with eyes as deep as the sea, and strong emotions churned in them.

Anger, contempt, hatred...

Han Yanran didn't quite understand.

She thought to herself, "This man can be so persistent."

She couldn't help moving her lips, "Tang Shaoting, are you going to marry a disfigured daughter? I'm afraid things will not go as you imagined."

The elevator rose slowly.

The air between the two seemed to have frozen, and the entire elevator could only hear the sound of their breathing between each other.

Han Yanran was dragged into the room by Tang Shaoting, and before she could react, she had already been pushed onto the bed.

The smile on her face became a little stiff in an instant.