Got married to a billionaire CEO after get off work

Listed companies have their own personnel management system, and each department has clear regulations on what to do. This is also the basis for ensuring the orderly operation of the company. Even if Yu Feiwan is not there, the big machine of Lingyu Group will not stop. Come down.

It's just that Mr. Yu has access to resources and connections that department directors cannot. Or to open up more markets, Yu Feiwan has to do it himself. When the road is opened, it will be left to each department to solve it. The rest is macro. manage.

Today there is a meeting that Yu Feiwan must attend.

Yu Feiwan said: "I'll go there later."

This answer was really ambiguous. Wen Yan had never seen Mr. Yu who was so unresponsive. This made him really embarrassed. At the risk of being criticized, he continued to ask: "When is the delay?"

"I'll give you a call." Yu Feiwan was impatient and almost told Wen Yan to "get lost".

Wen Yan also understood, said "Okay" and left.

When Yu Fei returned to the room late at night, Sang Yu said, "I won't be delayed here for too long. You can ask Wen Yan to wait for you."

Yu Feiwan looked at her angrily: "Come here and apply medicine."

Sang Yu: "..."

The one who should come can't escape.

It was time to repeat the scene where Yu Feiwan checked the wound just now in the bathroom. Sang Yu was still suffering: "You should apply the medicine more gently!"

"Okay." Yu Feiwan also endured.

Seeing that the wound was red and swollen, he regretted that he had lost control last night and applied the medicine unconsciously very gently.

Sang Yu felt that the wound was like a feather brushing against it. It stung a little but she could bear it, and it was more itchy. The slower the process, the more torturous it was. But Yu Feiwan was really slow, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you ready?"

Yu Feiwan's Adam's apple slid up and down, and he tried his best to abandon some fantasies and impulses in his heart: "Okay."

He stood up and saw the sweat on Sang Yu's face, and felt helpless: "Are you so embarrassed?"

"You do not understand."

"Every time you say I don't understand, I may not really understand." Yu Feiwan said, "You don't have to be so... tense."

Yu Feiwan hugged Sang Yu and put her on the ground. His voice was also very gentle: "Did I tell you that we are really married?"

"I know." Sang Yu swept her long, dark eyelashes up and down, "But we will get divorced in a year."

Yu Feiwan's hand holding Sang Yu's waist stiffened slightly. He paused for a few seconds and looked at her with a frown: "That will be a year later."

"You mean, you don't need to think about things in a year's time. Now I will treat you as my husband, and I will be more generous and comfortable with you?"

Sang Yu looked at the man's beautiful eyebrows and said, "You also persuaded me at grandma's house. Your attitude was very cold at that time, but now your attitude is much better."

The man nodded.

"I am a slow-moving person." Sang Yu smiled helplessly, "Divorce after a year is an inevitable fact. No matter what happens, our relationship will never be like a real couple. Mr. Yu, your idea itself is impossible. It’s come true, don’t you think?”

Yu Feiwan wanted to say something, but seeing the way Sang Yu was twisting it so clearly, he canceled the idea and said, "It's up to you."

"Including what happened last night, it was an accident. From now on, we will still... sleep separately and act as if nothing happened." Sang Yu observed Yu Feiwan's expression.

It's still cold and cold, and I can't guess any ideas.

She always felt that she and Yu Feiwan were sometimes closer and sometimes far away. The indifferent look on his face looked extremely ruthless. The tenderness just now was like an illusion. Sang Yu felt that she could never figure out what kind of heart he had under his skin. heart, so it was her choice not to get close.

"Thank you, Mr. Yu, for being my antidote."

The door of the presidential suite was slammed by a man, the sound was neither loud nor quiet, but Sang Yu was in a bad mood. She knew that what she said was correct, but she still felt a sense of loss.

What happened to her?