After filing for divorce, the hidden marriage boss panicked

Late at night, Maybach was like a beast breaking out of its cage, speeding unscrupulously through the streets.

Looking out of the car window, the night view of the city quickly tore into blurs of light and shadow, and the towering Ferris wheel on the other side of the river also lost its brilliant lights.

Fu Lingheng pursed her thin white lips and held the steering wheel with both hands. Her profile was extremely cold. She wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on her handsome nose, hiding the emotions in her eyes. She looked even calmer. So.

It's so quiet in the carriage that you can hear a pin drop...

After passing three green lights in a row, the car was still speeding forward in a crazy manner, as if it wanted to release all its unpleasant resentment!

"Fu Lingheng, pull over, I want to vomit."

Li Fei broke the silence. Her voice was very soft, but it sounded very uncomfortable, like mumbling after being sick.

The man frowned, immediately found a deserted section of road, stepped on the brakes and parked the car firmly on the side of the road.

When the car door opened, Li Fei almost couldn't wait to walk to the trash can and retched.

All the food eaten in the evening has been digested. At this moment, my stomach is empty and I can't vomit anything except the wine I drank in the club.

He knelt on one knee, stretched out his hand to tie up her hanging hair, patted her back gently with his broad palm, and said in a low and gentle voice, "Are you feeling better?"

Li Fei raised his red eyes, looked at him with blurred eyes, and nodded, "Where did you get the hair tie?"

"How much did you drink?"

He didn't answer her words. He bent down and carried her back to the car, unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to her. His tone was very calm, but he showed obvious concern.

Li Fei took the mineral water and drank it, then slowly answered: "There are almost two cocktails."

Si Kankan told her that that kind of cocktail was easier to drink and the alcohol content was not high. When she drank it, she felt that it was no different from a drink. Who knew that the cold wind blowing out of the club would have such great stamina.

It actually made her dizzy and her legs weak.

In addition, Fu Lingheng drove the car so fast, the burning feeling in her stomach became even worse, and the acid water was forced out.

He said no more, put on his seat belt and started the car.

The journey to the old house was still long, and the car was driving smoothly. Li Fei gradually fell asleep, with his head pressed against the glass window, his breathing gradually became long and even, and he curled up like a child and slept soundly.

He turned his head and glanced at the woman's peaceful sleeping face, and the unquenchable boredom deep in his heart only intensified.

She was probably really disappointed in him.

Otherwise...why would you go to a nightclub to order male models for fun?

Ah.

The old man was right. He was blinded by lard and easily believed the lies made up by an unrelated person. He thought she had a good relationship with her family, but he never thought that he would become the one who handed the knife to her. The person who hurt her the most.

What had he done to make her sad, but he still pretended to be forbearing.

Finally, the Maybach parked steadily in the front yard of the Fu family's old house. Fu Lingheng got out of the car, walked around the front of the car, pulled the co-pilot out, and carried Li Fei upstairs.

In the room, the air conditioning and heating are fully activated, and there is a warm-colored table lamp beside the bed. The bed sheets and quilt covers are all in the light-colored style she likes. Even small items such as the dressing table and dressing chair are arranged according to her preferences. .

Li Fei opened his eyes and looked around at the placement of furniture in the house. It was different from the layout of the master bedroom. He asked slightly surprised: "This room is?"

He put her on the soft big bed, and when he bent down to take off her shoes, he inadvertently pulled the wound on his back. The pain caused fine beads of sweat to stick out from his forehead, and he pursed his pale thin lips without calling her. Noticing half a point.

"Grandpa ordered the maid to decorate the room for you this afternoon. Don't take a bath after drinking. Go to bed early."

After he whispered, he tucked her into bed and turned around to leave.

As soon as she walked to the door, her lazy and soft voice came from behind: "Fu Lingheng——"

Fu Lingheng stopped and looked back at her with complicated eyes. His voice was tired and hoarse: "What's wrong?"

"Grandpa beat you with a cane during the day. Are you... okay?"

She recalled seeing the old man beating him through the crack in the door in the morning. He was half-kneeling on the ground with his back to her, unable to stand up. It was really frightening.

"Um....."

He responded calmly, without any ripples in his voice, "It's okay."

She stared at him for a while, then lowered her eyelashes and said softly: "Then take off your clothes and let me see."

"what?"

Hearing this, he was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he didn't believe his ears.

"Undress."

Li Fei repeated it again, his tone was still calm, no fluctuations could be heard, but his cheeks were quietly dyed red, as bright and moving as rouge.

"Two cocktails emboldened you? Do you dare to ask me to take off my clothes?"

Fu Lingheng stood still, raised his thick black eyebrows, and smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, "Are you sure you want me to take it off?"

Li Fei bit his lip and nodded shyly, "Well, hurry up, I'm sleepy..."

After finishing speaking, she suddenly felt that something was not right...

This sentence sounds a bit weird.

She clearly noticed that there was something wrong with the two steps he took when he turned around. His steps were more frivolous than even a drunk person like her.

With his physical condition, if he could kneel down and remain motionless for a long time if nothing happened, it couldn't be because he wanted to save face and avoid being bumped into him head-on by her, so he couldn't get up from his knees, right?

After thinking about this, Li Fei suddenly sat up straight, his clear eyes flashed, "Fu Lingheng, are you lying to me?"

Fu Lingheng looked at her calmly, "I didn't lie to you, I just scratched my skin a little bit, nothing happened."

"Then why are you so weird today?"

"What's wrong with me?"

She suddenly came close to him and sniffed, "It smells of perfume, and..."

Fu Lingheng raised his eyebrows slightly, "What else?"

"It smells a bit like blood..."

Li Fei was not sure. The smell was not obvious. Maybe she smelled it wrong.

"The smell of blood?" He pretended to be confused and scratched the tip of her nose, "You really drank too much, and I didn't kill anyone. Where is the smell of blood on you?"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and went out to close the door.

Returning to the master bedroom, as soon as the door was opened, he couldn't hold up anymore and collapsed, holding on to the wall. A fine sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks. The wound where the dressing had just been changed must have collapsed, and his clothes were stained with blood.

"hiss--"

The severe pain caused him to frown tightly and cursed in a low voice.

He stood leaning against the wall for a while, then took out the cigarette case from his trouser pocket, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and walked to the balcony with the cigarette between his fingertips.

His face was hidden in the faint moonlight, and it was inexplicably dark.