After a flash marriage, she discovered that her husband was actually a billionaire CEO

Huo Beichuan's words hit Lu Yan's pain point, and he immediately dropped his shoulders and clenched his hands into fists.

"I admit that Yue'er doesn't know that I love her, and she can't even recognize me anymore! But I just love her, and I will only love her in this life! I will wait for her. If one day you don't love her anymore, Mr. Huo, please Be sure not to hurt her, give her back to me, and I will love you!"

Lu Yan's tone was almost pleading when he said the last few words.

"You won't have this chance!" Huo Beichuan picked up a cigarette from the wine cabinet, lit it, held it between his fingers, and took a puff, his eyes were deep and determined.

His tone was determined and arrogant, "I will never give Xiaoyue back to you in my whole life! She can only be mine. Also, you shouldn't call me Yue'er, so you can take care of yourself, Mr. Lu."

At this time, the door opened and Mingyue came in carrying two large shopping bags.

Two men, two pairs of affectionate eyes looked at her at the same time.

"Teacher Yue...Ming, are you back?" Lu Yan calmed down his emotions silently, hid everything in his eyes, turned and walked towards the door.

"Well, what are you two talking about? You look very serious!"

Mingyue lowered her head to change her slippers and glared at Huo Beichuan, "Smoking again!"

"Talk about something you don't know! I'll brush my teeth and take a shower later, so I won't inhale you!"

Huo Beichuan strode over with long legs, pushed Lu Yan away casually, and took the things in Mingyue's hand.

Turning around, she put her in the kitchen and came out. In front of Lu Yan, she put her hands around Mingyue Qianqian's waist and lowered her head to kiss her forehead.

With eyes full of adoration, "Xiaoyue, are you tired? I'll give you a press later, okay?"

Mingyue blushed, lowered her head in embarrassment, pushed him hard, and signaled him to let go, "You're not tired, I'll go pack things and wash the dishes!"

Huo Beichuan just didn't let go. Instead, he hugged her tighter and glanced at Lu Yan from the corner of his eyes. "Okay, let's go. I'll clean up. You can supervise!"

Mingyue turned around and nodded to Lu Yan, her face as red as if she had drunk wine.

She blamed Huo Beichuan in her heart for not knowing how to restrain herself in front of others and always cuddling and getting too close.

Mingyue has always been honest and conservative, and she is not used to him being like this.

Lu Yan smiled bitterly and went out to leave.

As soon as the door was closed, Mingyue punched Huo Beichuan several times with her small fist, her face turned red and she said fiercely, "Beichuan, can you please stop getting too close to me in front of outsiders? You're so embarrassed!"

Huo Beichuan grabbed her wrist, turned her around and pressed her against the glass door of the kitchen, leaned over and kissed her earlobe, with an ambiguous tone, "I'll call you Yue'er from now on, okay?"

"Yue'er? It seems that only my former Chinese teacher, Teacher Ye, called me this name."

Mingyue tilted her head and recalled, "Oh, her son also called me that. No one has called me that for many years. Why did you suddenly say this?"

Huo Beichuan's eyes flashed and he asked softly: "Does Teacher Ye's son like you? Yue'er, do you still remember him?"

Mingyue shook her head, "I don't remember much about his appearance, but I still remember the taste of the bowl of noodles he made! And nonsense, how old was I at that time? He seems to have graduated from college. We are almost ten years apart, how is that possible? "

"Why is it impossible? Wouldn't I just marry you, a girl who is ten years younger? If he comes to you one day and says he likes you, will you fall in love with him?"

Huo Beichuan himself didn't know why he asked such a childish question, which seemed like he was very unsure of himself. Not his style at all.

But he just asked and waited for the answer like a boy in love.

Mingyue gave him a disgusted look, opened him up, and slapped him angrily.

"Beichuan, are you tired? There are so many ifs and what-ifs? If you were the overbearing president that Ye Zi said, hire eight servants to serve me. I won't do housework every day and just chat with you and talk nonsense, okay?" "

Then he rolled up his sleeves and started washing the dishes.

"Okay, Yue'er, then I will bring the servants back to serve you tomorrow! Eight is too few, we can't live here, let's go live in a villa!" Huo Beichuan hugged Mingyue from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.

This is his original life.

Mingyue looked up to the sky speechlessly and sighed, feebly, "Can you stop dreaming? Do you really think you are a domineering president when you return the villa?"

"Yue'er, what if I am?"

"There is no such thing as this. If you are, I will marry you a little wife with eight rooms to serve you! Then you can sit and enjoy the blessings of everyone every day! Who doesn't dream? Get out of the way and don't stop me from washing the dishes!"

Mingyue was really convinced by Huo Beichuan. Did he put the wrong tendon today? It was weird.

"No, you are enough! Yue'er, I only want you!" Huo Beichuan rubbed her ears and temples affectionately.

"I'll say it again! Let go of me, I have to wash the dishes! You daydreaming CEO!" Mingyue turned her head and rolled her eyes, warning him fiercely.

Huo Beichuan:......

What a daydream, he really is a domineering president!

Sometimes it's hard to believe the truth.

"Yue'er, I'll do the washing. You go out for a lunch break!" Huo Beichuan let go of Mingyue angrily and snatched the bowl from her hand.

"That's pretty much it! I'm finally awake! Clean yourself up!"

Mingyue wiped the water off her hands, said nothing and went to bed for a lunch break.

As soon as I lay down, I suddenly remembered that I needed to call Mingying and Mingshan to talk about the surgery. He sat up and took out his cell phone to dial Mingying's number first.

"Auntie, I have some good news for you! Beichuan helped Xiaoshan make an appointment with Professor Chen that I told you about last time, and he can perform surgery on Xiaoshan next week!"

Mingying on the other end of the phone raised her voice excitedly, "Really? Okay, okay! Beichuan is really capable of finding such a powerful doctor. Xiaoshan can be saved now!"

"Yes! Beichuan's boss knows Professor Chen, and he made an appointment after talking to him! Beichuan also arranged for Xiaoshan to have surgery at the best private hospital in Yangcheng, saying that the conditions there are better!" Mingyue mouthed Beichuan's words with a look of admiration.

"Okay, okay! Beichuan is thoughtful, but private hospitals are expensive, right? Xiaoyue, the gift you secretly gave to your aunt last time, it took two days for my aunt to send it to you without touching it!"

"No! Auntie, I have money for Xiaoshan's surgery. You can take that and do less work!"

Mingyue thought of the 300,000 she had received for her fake marriage to Huo Beichuan, and wondered if it would be enough for Mingshan's surgery.

After all, everything was thanks to Huo Beichuan, and she was even more grateful to him now.

"Xiaoyue, you are married. You have to take care of your and Beichuan's family. If you always use money to help your mother's family, Beichuan will be unhappy. What do you call that brother-supporting devil? Discuss with Beichuan more about where to spend money."

"Well, I understand, aunt!"

Mingyue didn't dare say that she had the surgery fee because she was afraid that Mingying would suspect the origin of her 300,000 yuan.

After chatting with Mingying, Mingyue called Mingshan again and told him to take leave immediately and take a car to her house to stay for a few days while waiting for hospitalization.

Putting down her phone, Mingyue got out of bed and went out. She saw that Huo Beichuan had washed the dishes and was mopping the floor.

She looked carefully and was shocked.

"Beichuan, what are you doing? Why are there so many bubbles on the ground?"

"Yue'er, don't move yet! I see you put that dish soap every time you mop the floor, so I put a little too!" Huo Beichuan rubbed the mop back and forth awkwardly.

Mingyue looked at the rich foam on the floor and sighed silently, "Beichuan, are you sure you only put a little detergent? Honestly, how much did you put?"

Huo Beichuan stopped what he was doing and looked embarrassed, "Well, just half a pot!"

"Small half a pot? That's enough?" Mingyue stood angrily at the door of the second bedroom, pointing at him from the distance, "Are you so stupid? Give me the mop!"

Mingyue raised her foot to grab the mop in his hand. Suddenly, her foot slipped and she fell backward.

"Yue'er, be careful..."