The president relies on me to continue his marriage

Her voice was sweet, but it made Ji Fuwen's heart suddenly feel weak.

Ji Fuwen forced a smile, "I can't understand what Third Aunt said."

"Is that so?" Xia Yanxi said thoughtfully, "So you don't even understand human language?"

An understatement made Ji Fuwen instantly furious.

She was indeed the one who called him, but she just couldn't understand Xia Yanxi's fake and noble appearance.

"Third aunt, don't be too aggressive. Your current status is not worthy of carrying shoes for the Ji family." She said angrily: "If it wasn't for the third uncle who had an accident and asked you to celebrate, do you think you are worthy of entering the Ji family? I call you The third aunt is giving you face and seeing your identity clearly!"

After she put down these words angrily, she turned around and was about to leave.

"Stop." Ji Beimu's deep and cold voice suddenly sounded.

He was obviously sitting in a wheelchair, but his imposing manner was pressing and overwhelming, like a person in the sky who made people breathless.

Ji Fuwen froze, "Third Uncle."

"Kowtow, admit your mistake."

The simple four words made Ji Fuwen's face turn pale suddenly.

"Third Uncle! She was originally a low-class person who wished you joy, but our Ji family also came here for money! Why should I kowtow to her to admit my mistake!"

There was a bloodthirsty coolness hidden in Ji Beimu's cold eyes, "Seeing that I'm useless, so I've become more courageous?"

Ji Fuwen shivered.

Why did she almost forget that this is her third uncle!

"Third Uncle, I'm your niece..." Ji Fuwen clenched her lips.

Kowtow to admit her mistake?

Does Xia Yanxi match?
Ji Beimu's voice was cold, "Kneel down."

Ji Fuwen's eyes were red, and her lower lip smelled bloody from her bite.

Unwillingly, she knelt down and kowtowed, and suddenly wanted to leave from the ground.

But before he stepped out, he was stopped by Ji Beimu's cold words, "Didn't Ji Beichu teach you how to apologize?"

Ji Fuwen cried "Wow——" on the spot, and ran downstairs with her face in her hands.

All her face was lost!

Ji Fuwen gritted her teeth in hatred, Ji Beimu, who has always been moody, actually protects that vixen Xia Yanxi like this?

The Xia family was already bankrupt and owed a lot of debt, but before he "dyed", he actually appointed that woman to marry?

Thinking of this, Ji Fuwen glanced back at the entrance of the room on the second floor.

Xia Yanxi watched her silently, her long eyes made her feel a chill down her spine.

Could it be... there really is such an evil thing?
"Have you seen enough?" Ji Beimu's voice was low. He was as calm as before with his hands on the wheelchair, his face was handsome, and his outline was as perfect as a work of art from God.

At this moment, the light hit him, which made his temperament a lot gentler.

Xia Yanxi took a blanket and put it on the opponent's knees, and after a long time, she whispered, "Thank you."

Ji Beimu smiled, glanced at her trembling eyelashes, and finally settled on the moist red lips, "What? Just a thank you?"

"You still have a lot of things to do tomorrow. The assistant has sent your itinerary. You need to cancel your account, and you have to hold a press conference. You should go early... rest early..."

Before Xia Yanxi could finish her sentence, the man suddenly stretched out his big palm towards her and landed on her ear.

She tensed up instinctively, but Ji Beimu just helped her brush away a small piece of confetti that fell on her ear.

He has a serious demeanor, as if every little thing done from him reveals an elegant and calm beauty.

It's just that Xia Yanxi doesn't understand.

As Ji Beimu, what kind of woman do you want to marry? Why is it her?

Ji Beimu looked at her, "Are you afraid of me?"

"No, I... I just don't get used to it."

For all of this, Xia Yanxi feels like a dream in a trance.

She clutched the corner of her clothes tightly and asked tentatively, "Why...it's me?"

She had asked this question before she entered Ji's house, but at that time she was just a product bought by Ji's house for a ghost marriage, and she was deprived of even the most basic right to know.

After asking the question, Xia Yanxi was so nervous that she even had shortness of breath.

Ji Beimu's temperament is notoriously moody in Beicheng, and he is even more frightening because of his decisive methods in the business world.

The forehead was tapped by the man with his finger.

When she raised her eyes, she met eyes that were as cold and deep as a cold pool, calm and without any emotional ups and downs.

Xia Yanxi didn't know where the courage came from, "Third Master, you will be my husband from now on, and I have the right to know about these things."

The man seemed to be amused by her words, and there was no displeasure on his handsome and mature face.

He took her hand, took off the cheap ring given to her by the Ji family, and took out an exquisitely crafted diamond ring from the cabinet to help her put it on.

Every inadvertent touch is like a cat rubbing its tail against its palm, which makes people feel itchy but distracted.

Seeing this, Xia Yanxi became more courageous, and said in a firm tone, "You chose me, not the Ji family, right?"

No matter what, she must ask the question out tonight!
"It's really noisy." Ji Beimu narrowed his eyes slightly, and pressed his bony fingers on her lips, "But you are very smart, which is beyond my expectation."

Before, he just followed Mr. Ye's words and married her as a show, but he didn't expect that Miss Xia really surprised him a bit.

Ji Beimu looked at her deer-like moist almond eyes, and moved his fingertips up unconsciously, "You want to know?"

Xia Yanxi nodded.

She knew that the Ji family was a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, and she had to find out the details if she wanted to enter this situation.

Ji Beimu raised his eyebrows, he pointed to the locked door on the side, "Go in, open a bottle of wine for me."

Xia Yanxi breathed a sigh of relief.

This attitude should be agreed, right?
Compared with Xia's villa, Ji's villa is at least two or three times larger. Even Ji Beimu's rooms are separated and have their own special areas.

As soon as Xia Yanxi pushed the wheelchair in, she was shivered by the oncoming coldness.

Ji Beimu's room is only decorated in black and white, which is dull and depressing, and belongs to minimalism.

There is a row of wooden cabinets in the huge living room, each brand of red wine and cigars are placed.

"Stretch out your hand." Ji Beimu reminded her.

Xia Yanxi hurriedly did so, but saw that the other party grabbed her hand without hesitation and recorded her fingerprints on the combination lock.

She was a little dumbfounded, "Third Master, aren't you afraid...?"

After all, Ji Beimu's current situation is not good. There are wolves before and tigers behind.

She just got married, yet she dared to take his fingerprints?

"What are you afraid of? Afraid that my wife will stab me with a knife?" After setting the combination lock, Ji Beimu glanced at the wooden cabinet, "The fourth bottle on the left in the first row of the third cabinet."

Xia Yanxi's face was flushed, but she still obediently followed her instructions to find wine.

"Squeak—" the cold notification sounded when the door was locked.

She subconsciously wanted to look back, but bumped into a solid wall of flesh.

Xia Yanxi withdrew her hand in panic, wanting to escape from being suddenly embraced by the man, the scorching hot breath sprayed on the back of her neck, making her stiff.

"Third Lord?" She tentatively called out, but she didn't expect that the clothes would be torn apart with a "stab" sound in the next second!