Dangerous love of a wealthy family: a warrant for fleeing his wife at a sky-high price

"Han Ziye, you bastard! Ding Ding... Ding Ding has a fiancé! She's already engaged! You... you beast! You..." Although she was cursing, she no longer had the strength to quarrel. My stomach convulsed for a while, beads of sweat soon appeared on my forehead, and my face gradually turned pale. For a while, I just felt that the world was spinning, and my stomach was disturbed.

Han Ziye was taken aback by this. He hurriedly called the waiter, first asked for hot water, and then for stomach medicine. Later, he thought she must be angry again because of an empty stomach, so he froze and called the waiter to the restaurant on the third floor of the building. The master wakes up and cooks a bowl of bird's nest porridge for her.

Finally, after confirming that she was just overwhelmed with anger, he calmed down for a while, carefully wrapped her up and carried her home, then sat her down by the big bed, stared at her for a while, looked at her Her flushed little face finally couldn't help laughing out.

"... stupid cat..."

She looked at him with teary eyes, and looked away angrily.

"... Ding Ding has a fiancé..."

"You think I'll be interested in her?" He pinched her cheek lightly with pity, and scolded her softly, "My Han Ziye's taste is not that bad."

Her eyes flickered slightly, then she lowered her head again, played with her fingers, and couldn't help but say after a while: "My fiancé is also a young talent, and the company is about to go public. Don't provoke her." Why does my sister look for you over and over again..."

"Her fiancé's company? Hmph, I'm afraid there is no chance of going public!" Han Ziye sneered coldly.

She raised her head suddenly and glanced at him.Han Ziye looked at her cheeks that were gradually turning red due to anxiety, turned her head away and smiled coldly: "Don't tell me that you are always so generous. Why, you still want to help your sister?"

"I'm not so nosy..." She blushed and argued, and after a while, she said suddenly, "...I'm not interested in meddling in Tintin's affairs, it's just..."

She lowered her head slowly, even her eyes dimmed: "...it's just my mother..."

The sarcasm gradually faded from the corner of his mouth, and Han Ziye stared at her intently.

"...I really hope that my mother can live better..." Her voice was very small, as if she was muttering to herself, telling him, "...if Ding Ding can live well... My mom will be better off too..."

Han Ziye found that when she said this, her hands obviously clenched his sleeves tighter.

She kept her head down all the time, not daring to look at him, and her body was trembling slightly.

He sighed involuntarily, approached her and gently pulled her into his arms.

"Okay, I got it, I got it." He hugged her to comfort her, "Tell that sister of yours, don't make any excuses, I want a sincere letter of commitment with promises and solutions."

"?!"

"What am I doing? It's the most basic thing to take the initiative to admit mistakes and take responsibility. Don't treat the public as fools. Any explanation in front of the facts is sophistry."

"..."

"Jingmao, are you questioning me?"

"It's not... I..." She didn't know how to express it, so she just looked up at his face, watching his gentle smile towards her.

She suddenly thought of the many things Han Ziye had done to her recently, and today...

Whether it's taking her to the playground, leaving the banquet for his birthday early, condescending to solve the crisis for Ding Ding's fiancé, or even being tolerant towards her overbearing and unreasonable these days...

He did all this for her... because he felt that she was unhappy recently, so...