Got married to a billionaire CEO after get off work

Sang Yu never expected that she would shed tears in front of Lan Jia. She only felt embarrassed. After wiping away her tears, her face showed no expression at all. She tried her best to control her emotions: "I like him...it's really stressful."

Lan Jia really didn't expect that she and Yu Feiwan were husband and wife. When she thought about what happened before, everything made sense, which made her relieved.

Fortunately, Yu Feiwan is not a scumbag.

Sang Yu is not a mistress either.

She watched Sang Yu shed tears silently. She did not cry loudly and express her grievances unreservedly like other women. In fact, people like Sang Yu had strong self-esteem and did not want others to see their fragile side. Lan Jia felt more and more that she was really like him. Even when she was crying, she still showed strength.

She did not say any words of comfort or encouragement: "This is the path you choose. You have to bear the consequences yourself. Don't be a blaming person. You have to walk the road yourself. The results may be good or bad. You Be mentally prepared.”

Sang Yu found that Lan Jia really understood her, and she preferred to listen to this kind of rational voice than encouraging words such as "Everything will be fine" and "No matter what happens, there will be good results."

"I know."

Sang Yu stopped crying and said, "I'm sorry about what happened before. I have my own last resort."

"Ha." Lan Jia sneered: "That's your business and has nothing to do with me. The relationship between you and me is just that of a superior and a subordinate. What I want is the result of your work."

Sang Yu laughed and said, "You are so cold." Just like Yu Feiwan in the eyes of outsiders, he was unkind and a work machine.

"It's better to be colder, at least not like you." Lan Jia obviously didn't agree with her current situation.

"Yes, if you were me, you would definitely not be tempted. Instead, you would enjoy the resources and money brought by marrying Yu Feiwan, get divorced after a year, and leave obediently."

"Are you getting divorced in a year?"

"Yes, we have an agreement to get married. It says that we will divorce in one year."

Lan Jia sneered: "You are indeed an idiot."

This can be tempting.

Sang Yu was not afraid of being scolded, but she became curious: "How do you manage to avoid the ordinary mind?"

"Because it doesn't end well."

"you……"

"Yes, I got divorced and my husband cheated on me." A trace of disgust flashed in Lan Jia's eyes: "From that time on, I knew that no one could be trusted but myself. I have nothing to say to you, only one piece of advice. Leave a way out for yourself."

Lan Jia turned around and left.

Sang Yu smiled bitterly, she never had a way out.

Although Yu Feiwan behaves very clingy, this is on the surface, but underneath the surface, she relies on Yu Feiwan far more than he relies on her.

Yu Feiwan didn't have to do it with him.

As for her, it was neither too late nor too late.

She said she didn't care about others, but in the end she did, and she slapped herself in the face.

Sang Yu opened the cake box. It was very exquisite and beautiful. She looked very appetizing. She also asked Lan Jia, who had just got off the plane, to bring it to her. This thoughtfulness gave her a great sense of security. Sang Yu carefully took out the cake. Unexpectedly, There is also a note under the cake.

Sang Yu recognized Yu Feiwan's handwriting at a glance.

"I haven't tasted it for you. I don't know if you like it. If you like it more, if you don't like it, we'll find another restaurant."

Then he signed "Yu Feiwan" in three typing words very formally.

This is a pink cartoon picture, and Yu Feiwan's own handwriting is sharp and murderous. It is really impossible to connect the two.

Sang Yu liked it very much.

A photo was taken with the card and cake and sent to Yu Feiwan.

[Thank you, I like it very much. 】

at this time.

Yu Feiwan was in an old warehouse. The sole of his shoe was crushing the finger bones of a foreigner, and the man on the ground screamed in fear.

Yu Feiwan's expression was cold, and he felt the sharpness of frost and snow all over his body, causing the entire old warehouse to exude a terrible aura of death. However, the man was wearing a finely tailored black suit. He was elegant and dignified, and was incompatible with the environment at the moment. Like violence and aesthetics combined.

Yu Feiwan wore black leather gloves on his slender fingers. He took out his mobile phone, bit off the gloves with his teeth and opened the screen in front of the frightened people.

When he saw the message from Sang Yu, his frosty brows seemed to soften.

Everyone: "???"

It's an illusion!