After a flash marriage, he was doted on by a yandere CEO

Ling Shuang looked at a large table of dishes, all of which were her favorite dishes.

Maybe it was because she was in a bad mood, but when Ling Shuang looked at the exquisitely plated dishes produced by these five-star hotels, her throat felt as if there was a layer of lard, which was so greasy that she didn't even have the desire to use her chopsticks.

Ling Shuang took two mouthfuls of cold cloud ears, turned on the TV in the living room, and then groped around in the hall.

She had to find a way to get out of here.

There is a guarded door, and her self-knowledge does not allow her to go against the odds.

At the side door where the food was delivered, when those people left after delivering the food, Ling Shuang also saw at least one bodyguard outside, and he had to pass through the door to leave, which was not feasible.

The door to the basement and the elevator were locked and inoperable.

The last hope was the small garden. When sitting in the restaurant, Ling Shuang could see through the floor-to-ceiling glass that no one was in the small garden. The wrought iron fence didn't seem to be too high. If there was no one outside, it should be the only one who could get out. Chance.

Ling Shuang came to the corner of the small garden farthest from the gate and the side door. She took a look outside to make sure there was no one there. Then she stood on tiptoes and gestured with her hands in the air to indicate the height between herself and the fence. She then stepped on the small flower bed under the fence. , looking for a place to stay.

After confirming that it was feasible, he rolled up his sleeves, stepped on the small flower bed, climbed up the fence, and carefully climbed over the fence.

One foot cautiously reached the ground outside, and the other foot was carefully dropped to the ground.

"hey-hey!"

Ling Shuang clapped her hands proudly, made a face towards the fence, and thought to herself: "There is no way to trap me!"

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he ran directly into a strong embrace.

Ling Shuang rubbed the sore nose and frowned. The moment she raised her head, she swallowed back those words that had already reached the point of cursing.

Damn it, where did Cheng Sihan come from?

"Want to escape?" Cheng Sihan was not angry, but his smile was still strong.

"No...no..." Ling Shuang looked down at her toes, frantically looking for a way, and headed towards the front yard of the villa in confusion.

Cheng Sihan didn't stop her and followed her slowly.

However, when the figure appeared in the sight of the bodyguards in the front yard of the villa, five or six bodyguards panicked and gathered in the front yard, waiting for Cheng Sihan's instructions.

Cheng Sihan withdrew his hands from the bodyguards, slowed down, and followed Ling Shuang to the viewing lake not far from the villa.

In winter, the lake surface is covered with a thin layer of ice, and the willow trees by the lake are just bare branches. A gust of wind blows up three or two dead leaves, which makes it look desolate.

Ling Shuang couldn't help but sigh, and a burst of white mist spurted out from her mouth and nose.

I don't know if it was due to the reflection of the ice and the snow on the ground, but Ling Shuang's face was a little pale, and even her usually cherry-colored mouth seemed to be covered with a layer of white frost.

Cheng Sihan opened his coat, wrapped the petite Ling Shuang into his arms, rubbed the top of Ling Shuang's hair with his chin, and scolded gently: "I don't know how to wear thick clothes if I want to escape."

This warm embrace with a familiar taste made Ling Shuang soft. She leaned back greedily, and suddenly a burst of sadness hit her heart.

This embrace will no longer belong to her.

A woman she doesn't know will take her place and accept the tenderness, madness and even violence that originally belonged only to her.

If it were any other couple, the woman could cry, make trouble, and point at the man's nose and yell.

But Ling Shuang can't, her man is Cheng Sihan, and a slight twitch of his little finger can destroy everything for Ling Qi.

She could only accept his decision.

The closer the man behind her hugged her, the more sorrowful Ling Shuang became.

"Mr. Han." Ling Shuang turned around and hugged the man tightly, wishing she could get into his body, and whispered: "Can't we get a divorce? Can we not get married?"

These were Ling Shuang's deepest words, but she could only say it quietly, so quietly that only she could hear it.