The president relies on me to continue his marriage

The living room is as dark as ink, and no light can penetrate, only the faint reminder light on the mobile phone.

"Call." Ji Beimu's deep voice was full of magnetism. He held Xia Yanxi in his arms tightly and pressed her to the wine cabinet, pressing his thin lips against her ear, "Call now."

Xia Yanxi's exposed skin was trembling from the glass ice of the wine cabinet, she was stunned, "What's it called?"

"Whatever it was called in the past few days, what it is called now." Ji Beimu's knuckle fingers climbed up her waist inch by inch, and gradually moved upward, "Be smart."

Xia Yanxi almost subconsciously swept in the direction of the door, and the light coming in from the bottom of the door was somewhat covered up.

Someone is eavesdropping.

Ji Beimu whispered in her ear playfully: "If you don't call, I'm going to come for real."

And his hand walking on her body gradually became restless.

Xia Yanxi was breathing heavily, she hurriedly grabbed his wrist, and was forced to learn how to make happy sounds.

Her face was flushed, and there were tiny beads of sweat on her forehead.

The man leaned on her fragrant shoulder and chuckled softly, the aura he carried was compelling, as cold as ink, "That's not what you called it those nights, you should call it bigger."

"You...!" Xia Yanxi was so ashamed and annoyed, she opened her mouth to bite the man's arm, but she unexpectedly pinched her chin with calloused fingertips.

It was obviously a dead night, but his vision seemed to be undisturbed at all.

"Want to bite?" Ji Beimu could almost imagine her shame and indignation, and sneered, "You must first distinguish whether you are a cat or a tiger before you are qualified to bite."

He asked again: "Do you want to bark obediently? Or I will teach you again in person."

Xia Yanxi knew that the person listening outside the door was someone from the Ji family, and he needed her cooperation at this moment.

"I……"

Before the words were finished, the short skirt was ripped apart forcefully.

"Pricked—" There was a sound of clothes being torn.

Xia Yanxi opened her eyes wide in fear, trying to block it.

The man was still laughing, "Will it happen?"

This is simply hooliganism!
Xia Yanxi gritted her teeth when she thought of his usual gentle and gentle appearance, and thought of the rumors from the outside world.

Ji Beimu looked down at her from behind, the tip of his nose was filled with the thin and faint scent of her body.

In the dark night, he could feel the woman's hot and red ears, and said in a low voice, "Now you are in the same boat as me, and helping me is also helping yourself. Everyone believes that you are my Ji Beimu's woman , whether the boat capsizes or remains stable is entirely up to you.”

Xia Yanxi clenched her lips and moved.

That's right, she and Ji Beimu are indeed in the same boat.

She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes to cooperate with him.

The person listening outside the door obviously didn't expect such excitement in the room. After stopping at the door for a while, he left quietly.

But the subtle footsteps were still caught by Xia Yanxi, she immediately stopped talking, and quickly broke free from his arms.

Xia Yanxi groped to find the switch next to the wine cabinet, and pressed it with a "snap," and her vision instantly became clear.

The dim light made the originally dead living room a little warmer. She raised her eyes and looked at the man sitting on the sofa. The wheelchair was left alone by the door.

Ji Beimu sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. He pushed down the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose with one hand. Because of the blessing of the glasses, his handsome face was a little more sexy and abstinent. The aura of the superior is powerful and dignified.

"Your legs..." Xia Yanxi didn't expect him to be able to do tricks like this.

He pursed his lips, "Only the dead and disabled will not threaten them."

"Then you..." Dead or not?

But Xia Yanxi didn't know how to ask this sentence. When she knew that she was going to marry Ji Sanye who died in a car accident on the news, she almost collapsed on the spot.

But now the man who declared his death was standing in front of her alive, and she also walked into the trap set by the man step by step and became a pawn to be manipulated.

Xia Yanxi didn't dare to think about it.

What kind of pawn she is in the game set by Ji Beimu, and what kind of role she is in the eyes of the Ji family.

"You're a smart person, you can guess." Ji Beimu held a cigar between his slender fingers, and his eyes were filled with amusement.

Strictly speaking, Ji Beimu didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

He found out about this disaster when he asked Mr. Ye for fortune-telling, and Xia Yanxi was the key to his disaster.

Of course he doesn't mind marrying a woman who can resist robbery and prosper.

Xia Yanxi saw that his expression was normal, so she dared to ask directly: "People from the Ji family want to harm you?"

Ji Beimu took a puff of his cigar skillfully, and laughed playfully, "Harm? They just want me to die."

"Then you pretended to be disabled to deceive them?" Xia Yanxi frowned, "Keep old lady Ji..."

The man smiled casually when he heard the words, but the coldness in his eyes made Xia Yanxi's heart skip a beat.

She blurted out: "Praise?"

The Ji family in North City can be regarded as a top-notch family, and even the income of the Xia family at its peak was not worth a fraction of that of the Ji family.

And the more wealthy the family, the more dirty methods emerge in endlessly.

At that time, the head of the Ji family passed away early, and the will left 60.00% of the property, including the head of the house, to Ji Beimu, who was only 20.00 years old. The eldest and second sons only received [-]%.

Some outsiders ridiculed, some ridiculed, but some felt sorry for Ji Beimu who would be eaten by Ji's hungry wolves.

But what was unexpected was that it took Ji Beimu only three years to change his name from "Ji Sanshao" to "Ji Sanye", becoming a figure in Beicheng who covers the sky with his hands.

But Xia Yanxi knew that no one in the Ji family cared about Ji Beimu's mother's background.

This is no longer a secret in the upper class. Even a celebrity married into a wealthy family is just a showman after being plated with gold.

What's more, Ji Beimu's mother is just a continuation.

"You are very smart, smarter than I thought." Ji Beimu rarely praised.

He raised his eyelids coolly, and the elegance and dignity in every gesture of his hands was impossible to ignore.

"So, guess how I sensed their thoughts?"

"The third master is smarter than me, so it's not surprising." Xia Yanxi's eyes brightened, but she cleverly avoided such topics. "People's hearts are inherently unpredictable, and no one can tell for sure."

At the end of her words, there was a cold sneer, as if she was mocking herself.

Ji Beimu didn't have any emotional ups and downs, he just raised his eyes and stared at her meaningfully.

The cigar is crushed in the ashtray, the action is simple but with pleasing elegance.

He wiped his fingers with a veil, seemed to be talking to himself but also to her, his smile was mixed with coldness, "I'm not as smart as you, I just listened to a dream."

"Have you heard the dream talk?" He asked her.

Xia Yanxi shook her head.

"I heard it, in the second year after I inherited the family business." Ji Beimu's voice was low, and he was still smiling, "The old lady had a serious relapse and was sent to the ICU. I guarded her for three full days. What did I hear that night?"