A Long Way to Marriage: Ruan Shao's Replacement New Wife

There are two lounges arranged by the hotel, one is for those who perform on stage to rest, and the other is for guests to rest.

Before coming here, West Elm hadn't seen Feng Yunya at the children's side, and the direction Ruan Peichen took Feng Yunya to leave was also the side where the guests were resting.

Xielm didn't know which room Ruan Peichen and the others were in, so they had to search one by one. When they found the innermost room, Xielm pushed the door and did not open it.

The door lock fell off.

West Elm froze for a moment, then knocked on the door.

"Is there anyone inside? Please open the door."

West Elm yelled twice before footsteps could be heard behind the door, but the person who opened the door was not Ruan Peichen or Feng Yunya, but a stranger.

West Elm took a look, there was no one else in the room, so he had to leave.

West Elm thought about it and thought it was strange, and wondered where Ruan Peichen and the others had gone.

As a result, just as she turned around and was about to leave the lounge, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure swaying around the corner near the lounge.

West Elm bit her lip and walked over quietly.

Standing still in the corner, the two people who appeared in front of them were Ruan Peichen and Feng Yunya. Ruan Peichen was smoking a cigarette with his head bowed, his expression dark and inexplicable, while Feng Yunya hid behind Ruan Peichen in a panic after seeing West Elm.

West Elm frowned, slowly clenched his hands tightly, and had many guesses in his mind, but in the end he didn't ask any questions.

Feng Yunya's skirt was a little messy, her cheeks were flushed, and her face was full of shame.

Xiyu stared at Feng Yunya with wide eyes, her heart seemed to be churning with waves, and it was difficult to calm down.

Ruan Peichen looked up at West Elm, then crushed out the cigarette in his hand and threw it away, then took West Elm's hand and walked out.

"How did you find it? Is the show over?"

West Elm stood there without moving. Being pulled by Ruan Peichen, the whole person staggered and was almost dragged forward.

West Elm still looked at Feng Yunya.

After Ruan Peichen turned and left, Feng Yunya suddenly didn't flinch at all. She slowly put down her hand covering her neck, revealing the little red marks on her slender neck.

She smiled disdainfully at West Elm, then lowered her head and straightened her clothes, like a beautiful peacock showing off victoriously, and West Elm was the loser.

West Elm felt a churning in his stomach, and he was about to vomit in disgust.

A few steps away from the venue, Xiyu threw Ruan Peichen away with all his might, backed up and hit the cold wall behind him, and then crouched down clutching his stomach.

The pure white skirt was laid out like a flower on the ground, weak and beautiful.

But West Elm looked down at the pure white at his feet, but felt that it was dirty and black, and it still had a stench.

Ruan Peichen stopped and turned back, stood there for two seconds with serious eyes, then walked slowly to Xielm, bent over and stretched out his hand, trying to pull Xielm up.

West Elm raised his eyes and saw the hands in front of his eyes.

The palm is broad and thick, the fingers are slender and strong, and the palm is warm and reliable... When she is by his side, the smallest joy is being able to hold hands with him.

But now, looking at this hand, she wished she were blind.

"Your hands and body are full of Feng Yunya's perfume, Ruan Peichen, tell me how two people can be together so that they can completely smell of another person in such a short period of time?"

Ruan Peichen looked down at his hands, then glanced at Xielm's angry and injured eyes, and smiled.