After filing for divorce, the hidden marriage boss panicked

"Fu Lingheng, can you leave?"

A group of people can escape faster than a rocket, but it’s not too late to help her get them to the next room before leaving!

Li Fei lowered her head and glanced at the man lying on top of her. He had his eyes closed, his thick eyelashes were drooping, sweat was dripping from his forehead, and his cheeks were extremely hot.

"My legs are weak and I can't walk."

Fu Lingheng didn't open his eyes, but put his arms around Li Fei's slender waist, and pressed his face against her chest, like a coquettish large dog, especially clingy.

Li Fei let out a long sigh and looked at the mess around him. He could imagine how crazy this man was before he got here.

Her eyes fell on his right hand, which was still bleeding. His heart twitched hard, and his eyes filled with tears: "Fu Lingheng, are you an idiot? Are you really bleeding to relieve the effects of the medicine?"

"Well, I listen to you, right?"

Fu Lingheng raised her lips and smiled slightly, rubbing her sensitive waist with her fingertips, and her magnetic and charming voice floated in her ears.

She choked, grabbed his tie and walked out like a cow.

As soon as he entered the door of the next room, Fu Lingheng's aura changed so quickly.

One hand held her slender waist, the fingers of the other hand passed through her soft and fragrant hair, and clasped the back of her head.

In the darkness, a lingering and delicate kiss fell.

His heat was so close to her that it could feel it burning her skin through the cashmere sweater.

He moved his kiss to the shell of his ear, biting gently and slowly, kissing every inch of his body.

The temperature between the two of them suddenly rose. Li Fei stood on tiptoes, wrapped her delicate white hands around his neck, and responded to him.

"I'm a little flattered by the sudden initiative."

Under the effect of the medicine, Fu Lingheng's eyes became increasingly blurry and profound, and his voice became hoarse.

Her delicate body leaned in his arms, her chest rose and fell, her charming appearance made her Adam's apple roll, and the heat was like the turbulent waves of the deep sea.

"Treat the wound on your hand first."

Li Fei pushed him away and tried to turn on the light, but he threw him on the bed.

"The old man won't die even if he bleeds a little."

"I will be disgusted if you have a disabled hand."

He chuckled and gently pinched the soft flesh around her waist, "Why didn't you realize before that our Fei'er is still a member of the Appearance Association?"

Li Fei snorted proudly: "Although your face is indeed good-looking, if you have scars on your hands, points will be deducted."

"It's better to deduct points than hold it in until death."

Because of these explicit words, when Li Fei woke up the next day, he could clearly feel that the bones in his body were about to be torn apart.

There is a lot of endless rain in spring. It is clearly eight or nine o'clock in the morning, but there is lightning and thunder outside the window, and the rainstorm does not stop.

Fu Lingheng was not in the room, and he didn't know where he went.

Li Fei dragged his body aches into the bathroom and called Fu Lingheng while the hot water in the bathtub was not full.

The other side answered in seconds: "Good morning, baby."

His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of weariness in his tone.

Can you not get tired?

Tossing people around will cost their lives.

"where did you go?"

The water in the bathtub was gurgling. She stood in front of the mirror and saw the red marks on her neck, and sighed deeply.

"Let's settle some accounts with Wan Xie's people downstairs. There is breakfast on the coffee table in the living room. Let's eat something first. When I finish, I will take you to eat French food."

Recalling the room where he found him last night, with the broken glass and the smell of blood all over the floor, Li Fei was lying when he said he wasn't afraid.

It is indeed hateful that Wan Xie's people dare to resort to such despicable methods, but after seeing what Xiang Chuan said with his own eyes.

Fu Lingheng would rather hurt herself than betray her.

She began to worry about him.

"Fu Lingheng, please don't see any blood. Leave it to the police. They can handle it as they please."

"Don't worry, your husband has sense. They will pay a heavy price without me lifting a finger."

Hearing her concern, Fu Lingheng's heart sank into the honey pot, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and his tone was gentle to the core.

But Luo Qingshan and Luo Xinyue, father and daughter, could not have imagined that the man who was gentle and coaxing one second would change his face the next second.

His eyes are sinister, and the smile hanging on his lips is so penetrating.

Luo Xinyue ran out of the hotel suite in a messy state early in the morning, and was caught by the media he had personally arranged last night.

Nowadays, everything is said about her on the Internet, and all kinds of ugly and dirty labels are attached to her.

For example, if you call her a bitch who comes to you with licking her face, how can you live with dignity if she fails to crawl into bed?

For another example, below the post comparing her photos with Li Fei's photos, the comments section all asked her to take a picture of herself by peeing.

Suffering huge physical and mental injuries, Luo Xinyue was in a daze, crying and committing suicide, hoping to die to get rid of the humiliation given to her by the entire network.

"Mr. Fu, all the mistakes I made are my fault. It all depends on you whether you want to kill or behead me. I just ask you to show your noble hand and let Yueyue live."

Luo Qingshan was as humble as dust. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed one after another until his head was bleeding. As long as the man on the throne did not speak, he did not dare to stop.

Surrounded by top thugs who came from the night banquet, the bodyguards he arranged to guard the exits of each floor last night all disappeared without a trace.

No need to think about it, you know why.

"Mr. Fu, Yueyue is still young. As long as you promise to let her go, I will send her abroad immediately and promise that she will never appear in front of you and Mrs. Fu again in this life."

Xiang Chuan lit a cigarette with a smile on his face, purely in the mood of watching the performance: "Mr. Luo's words are wrong, especially at a young age."

Fu Lingheng sneered and said in a cold tone: "Twenty-three is not young anymore. You are an adult. How about selling yourself to a night banquet and working as a public relations lady?"

When Bai Mao heard this, he couldn't hide his disgust: "Mr. Fu, the public relations ladies at our night banquet are all over 1.7 meters tall, and their posture and demeanor must be one of a million."

He glanced at Luo Xinyue with pretense of looking at her, and shook his head: "Miss Luo's figure is not very good!"

Cheng Yang stood aside and laughed so hard that he wanted to die, not because he was afraid of losing his status as the special assistant to President Fu's president, but because he could smile with his big teeth bared.

A rich young lady who was born into the upper class, she grew up in fine clothing and food, and she had everything to eat and drink. How could she have ever received such an insult?

Or a nightclub loser?

Luo Xinyue was so ashamed and angry that her red and swollen eyes were filled with tears, and the teardrops hit the ground like broken strings.

"Fu Lingheng, Mr. Fu! Even if you don't like me, can you please stop humiliating me like this?"

She gave up and regretted it.

The man I have loved for so many years.

One of them would rather die than touch her.

Putting her online for people to humiliate and abuse is the second one.

The third reason is to send her to be a public relations lady.

She was labeled as a shameless mistress, and even when she went to the hotel lobby in the morning to ask for a tissue from the sweeping lady, she was looked down upon by others.

"Although I, Luo Xinyue, am not as well-born as Fu Shuruan, I am still decent outside. I would rather die than be reduced to being a bartender!"

There were layers of tears in her eyes, her lips trembled uncontrollably, and there was a hint of hatred in her eyes.

How could Fu Lingheng take such tears seriously? It wasn't his wife who told her not to see blood, but he didn't care whether she was a boy or a girl. If he didn't play some cruel tricks, he would write Fu Lingheng's name upside down!

"Mr. Luo, I think Ling Qianjin is a tough guy, so don't kowtow. I'm afraid of losing my life. I'll just solve the matter how I want!"

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point, and there was no room for change in the tone.