Flash Marriage Wife: The Cold-Blooded President Dotes Too Much

Ling Feiyu was putting on nail polish at home, when he heard that Su Muying had asked An Xianyang to meet, his brows darkened, and then he sneered.

"So what? An Xianyang is a smart man. He won't do anything harmful to Su Muying."

Ling Feiyu lowered his head and sneered.

Talk to yourself.

He lowered his head indifferently and continued with the action.

Listening to other people's reports about the conversation between An Xianyang and Su Muying today, and Su Muying's expression on the verge of collapse.

Ling Feiyu's mood became more and more comfortable.

She smiled brightly, and gently blew on her nails.

He took his mobile phone and called An Xianyang.

An Xianyang knew it was her, and as soon as he got connected, he choked on her in a cold voice: "How is it? Are you satisfied now?"

Ling Feiyu was a little stunned, and then smiled brightly, but also revealed irony.

"Of course, very satisfied."

After a moment of silence, Ling Fei raised his lips. "Good job, but now that I miss you, we need to meet."

"The matter between you and me has hit the headlines, can't you stop? What if you get photographed again?"

An Xianyang sneered coldly.

It doesn't matter if Ling Feiyu consumes him, but it happens every time. What's the difference between him and a puppet at the mercy of others.

"I'll admit it again, I don't care."

An Xianyang snorted coldly and hung up the phone.

It still appeared at the door of Ling Feiyu's house.

Luxurious villas, magnificent decorations, and all kinds of dazzling chandeliers are absolutely worthy of Ling Feiyu's status.

The woman twitched her mouth when she saw the car parked in the yard.

There is an extremely charming smile in his eyes.

"You're still here."

A woman in a winning pose.

"An Xianyang, how about we make another deal?"

Ling Feiyu's curly curly hair brushed her cheeks, and her fiery red lips raised slightly.

"Oh? What kind of deal?"

"Kiss me now. I won't tell about that matter." Ling Feiyu smiled, stretched out his slender white fingers to point to his fiery red and soft lips.

"You!" An Xianyang was shocked, and then glared at Ling Feiyu.

"If you don't cooperate with me, then I don't know if Su Muying was the murderer of my parents and told others on a whim."

Ling Feiyu gently tapped his chin with his fingers, his posture was enchanting and charming, and the arc of his lips was unusually ironic and provocative.

An Xianyang hesitated for a long time, but finally nodded.

Ling Feiyu's red lips were brilliant and bewitching, like a mandala blooming in the desert, extremely beautiful but mortally dangerous.

Ling Feiyu looked up at him, with a sarcastic smile in her extremely beautiful eyes.

"What? Don't dare to kiss?" Ling Feiyu spoke softly, pulling the corners of her gorgeous lips, her voice soft and shallow.

An Xianyang looked at her coldly, then suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the back of Ling Feiyu's head, and put his lips firmly on Ling Feiyu's, just sticking to Ling Feiyu's without moving.

Neither Ling Feiyu nor An Xianyang closed their eyes, they both looked at each other with wide eyes.

An Xianyang's eyes were full of mockery and disdain.

Ling Feiyu's eyes showed an incomprehensible emotion.

After that, An Xianyang let go.

Ling Feiyu almost fell to the ground.

Heavy breathing.

"Calling me here at night is just to kiss you, and you don't have to threaten me like that."

After speaking, An Xianyang walked out, and the car sped away.

Hilton 23rd floor.

The lighting in the room is not dim.

But it reveals some weird dangers.

Xu Liuqi also saw this article.

The arms remained frozen in mid-air.

After realizing it later, Xu Liuqi couldn't help but frowned, and then raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was sure to win.

With a quick change of clothes, it's time to check on the woman.

In Su Muying's villa, she was still in a low mood.

Sitting in a rocking chair in the back garden of her home, reading a book.

I didn't know that Xu Liuqi was here.

It seemed that the sound of cars and things could not enter her ears and eyes at this moment.

Xu Liuqi knocked on the wooden board hanging on the back garden door.

Su Muying didn't hear it, and still kept her head down.

Xu Liuqi stepped up his hand and knocked on the wooden board again.

He was very polite.

This is absolutely different from my previous style.

When Su Muying heard this, she raised her head suddenly.

Seeing that it was Xu Liuqi, he was slightly taken aback.

"How did you find my house?" Su Muying asked softly, and walked over to open the garden door.

Xu Liuqi shrugged, walked in, went straight to the flower stand, and stretched out his hand to touch the flowers.

Su Muying closed the door, turned around and was startled, just opened her mouth to stop him, saying that the flower stand was poisonous, but she saw Xu Liuqi's fingers resting on the side of the flower stand, and did not move any more.

"There's nowhere I can't find it."

Xu Liuqi hooked the corners of his lips, seemingly harboring malicious intentions.

"So? What are you doing here?"

Su Muying looked at that person, but she didn't sleep much last night.

His face looked slightly pale, standing with the incomparably gorgeous flowers beside him, his delicate skin was even more pale.

"I saw the news."

Xu Liuqi spoke unhurriedly.

It seems that he is deliberately observing Su Muying's changes and reflections every moment.

Su Muying was stunned.

The thoughts that I tried to suppress in my heart suddenly appeared again, like black vines, tightly wrapped around her heart, and the sharp thorns on the vines pierced mercilessly.

The pain caused Su Muying to stagger almost instantly.

She held on to the edge of the rocking chair and slowed down for a long time.

The corner of her lips curled up in an indifferent arc: "What do you want to say?"

The appreciation level of people like An Xianyang is getting worse and worse. "

Xu Liuqi said playfully.

"It's really unusual to be with an actor now."

His tone was very sarcastic.

The so-called what kind of woman a man admires is the kind of man he is.

An Xianyang actually voluntarily gave up on Su Muying and hooked up with Ling Feiyu.

Su Muying paused, his breathing stagnated slightly.

"That's his business, it has nothing to do with you and me."

Su Muying corrected Xu Liuqi's thinking.

I don't want to mention that either.

Mentioning that matter again will only make me sad.

"An Xianyang unexpectedly fell in love with a woman in the entertainment industry."

Xu left his mouth to continue fanning the flames.

She doesn't care how bad Su Muying's face is now.

"So what?"

Su Muying raised her voice.

Then, it dimmed again.

Her sorrow is that she is still helping An Xianyang to speak.

"I just wanted to ask, do you want to consider my proposal before?" Xu Liuqi propped his chin and arms, his voice light and light.

Su Muying didn't answer.

"I'll ask again, do you want to stay with me?"

Su Muying refused this time cleanly and neatly: "No."

Xu Liuqi pursed his lips, looking at Su Muying with deep eyes.