A billionaire CEO only loves his wife, his stand-in

Su Qianrou gritted her teeth. Tomorrow she was going to see the true face of this king!

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Mrs. Song got into Song Zilin's sports car, "I'm so angry. This Su Qianrou pretended to be Ci Ci and tricked me around. I've already kicked her out!"

Song Zilin rested his elbows on the car window, a little absent-minded.

"Ziling, did you hear what I said?"

Song Zilin came back to his senses, "Mom, what did you say?"

"I said that Ci Ci is the king and the benefactor who cured my mother's face. Our Song family owes Ci Ci a favor. From now on, you must treat Ci Ci as your own sister and protect her from others bullying her. .”

Song Zilin's mood was very complicated. From the first time he saw Su Ci, he looked down on her.

He encouraged his second brother to be with Su Wan'er or Su Qianrou, and once pulled out her grandmother's oxygen tube in an attempt to drive her back to the countryside.

He kept calling her "Harley Quinn."

As a result, she turned out to be a king and was still acting ugly.

Su Ci's little palm-sized face came to mind. Her bones were cold and beautiful, and her skin was like freshly shelled egg whites. She was more beautiful than any woman he had ever seen.

What Harley Quinn is, she is obviously a little fairy.

"I know, Mom, stop being so nagging. Who can bully her?"

She is obviously the king, but she is watching everyone perform quietly. Who has the ability to bully her?

"We don't know much about Ci Ci, but haven't you read CC's official blog? It is said that Ci Ci was born in prosperity and grew up in beauty. When will you find a girl as smart and graceful as Ci Ci to be my daughter-in-law? I Just burn high-quality incense." Mrs. Song was full of praise for Su Ci and kept nagging.

Song Zilin drove the car and said to himself, "No wonder my second brother likes her so much."

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Fu's Group, President's Office.

Fu Nancheng was sitting on an office chair, reviewing documents, when Secretary Song walked in quickly and reported in a low voice, "President, I just learned that Su Qianrou is a fake king."

Fu Nancheng's hand holding the pen paused and raised his head, "What did you say?"

Secretary Song sent the news posted on CC's official blog to Fu Nancheng, "President, look."

Fu Nancheng glanced at her, her thin lips pursed into a cold arc. This Su Qianrou was not a king.

"President, Su Qianrou is not your bride at all, so where is your real bride?"

Fu Nancheng was silent for a moment and said, "Go down."

"Yes, President." Secretary Song retreated.

Fu Nancheng closed the document, stood up and entered the lounge.

There was a bright yellow light in the lounge, and there was a girl lying on his big bed. The girl had taken a shower and was wearing his loose white shirt, which could not cover the girl's slim and graceful figure.

She was lying on her stomach reading a book, her two slender legs folded up and swinging playfully in the air.

Fu Nancheng stood by the door and looked at her several times. Since she moved in, his place has become a gentle place with high beds and soft pillows, and the air is filled with the aroma of her milk and lychees.

Fu Nancheng entered the shower room and took a shower.

Soon, Su Ci, who was reading a book, felt a piece of her body collapse. A man's deep voice sounded above her head, "Are you so serious?"

Su Ci raised her little face and looked at him, with a cute voice, "Mr. Fu, I heard that you found the wrong bride again?"

Fu Nancheng took the book out of her hand and threw it aside. He put his two big hands under her creaky nest and held her in his arms like a little girl. "Are you laughing at me?"

Su Ci lay in his arms and poked his slender chest with her green-white fingers, "Mr. Fu is so pitiful. The bride has been lost again."