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

In the side alley, a charming voice caught Ling Shuang's attention. Looking curiously into the alley, I saw a tall man circling a coquettishly dressed woman. His coquettish brown curly hair was buried in the woman's neck, and the woman had a look of enjoyment on her face.

So intense in broad daylight?

Ling Shuang curled her lips and turned away. She didn't want to disturb him, but she accidentally kicked the can at her feet. Damn it, the sound alerted the pair of wild mandarin ducks inside.

"Didn't hear, didn't hear, couldn't see me, couldn't see me." Ling Shuang muttered, shrugged her shoulders, and tiptoed away.

After walking a few steps, a big hand grabbed the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude, you continue, you continue!" Ling Shuang did not dare to look back and apologized again and again.

"But you did disturb me." The man said in a joking tone.

This voice is very familiar, but I can’t remember where I’ve heard it.

Ling Shuang turned back curiously.

Cheng Yinyang!

Ling Shuang's eyes bulged in shock.

Cheng Yinyang looked unsurprised, crossed his arms over his chest, looked at Ling Shuang, and smiled jokingly.

"Third Young Master...I'm sorry, you can go back and continue, I won't disturb you." Ling Shuang made an invitation gesture towards the alley with both hands and stepped back.

"Continue?" Cheng Yinyang's smile became more playful, "Everyone has run away, how can we continue?"

Ran?

Ling Shuang didn't dare to raise her head and glanced at the alley, but there was no one there.

Ling Shuang was still looking for a figure in the alley. Suddenly her waist tightened and she was caught by a big hand. She then pressed her body against the man's body and heard the man's ambiguous voice in her ears, "How about you continue with me?"

The guilt disappeared, Ling Shuang pushed Cheng Yinyang away and said sternly, "Third Young Master, please respect yourself, I am your sister-in-law!"

"Third Young Master?" Cheng Yinyang sneered with disdain, "Sister-in-law?"

Ling Shuang backed away and turned back to ask Le Siqi for help, but there was no one behind her.

Damn it, where did he die at the critical moment?

"In total, you and your eldest brother have been married for more than half a month. By the way, has your eldest brother ever hurt you?" Cheng Yinyang approached step by step, not polite at all.

Ling Shuang lowered her head and said nothing, groping and retreating.

"It seems not!" Cheng Yinyang sneered, "That's right. Brother is not interested in women, so why would he touch you."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Ling Shuang yelled angrily. She would not allow anyone to say anything bad about her male god.

"Brother is really wasting his wealth by leaving such a beautiful little wife to have sex with men." Cheng Yinyang teased her while forcing Ling Shuang into the corner, "Sister-in-law, would you like the third young master to pamper you for your husband?"

Ling Shuang, who was pushed against the corner, leaned her back against the wall, stretched her hands out against Cheng Yinyang and approached again.

"You bastard!" Ling Shuang scolded, "Now that your brother knows, it's not your garage that's being burned."

"Yo yo yo." Cheng Yinyang said with a smile, "She is really my eldest brother's woman. This is exactly the same thing as my eldest brother, but I like it." She pushed Ling Shuang's hand away and continued to approach.

Ling Shuang had no way to retreat and stepped hard on Cheng Yinyang's instep.

Cheng Yinyang curled up in pain. Ling Shuang found a space to escape and ran out of the encirclement.

But before he could even take two steps, he was grabbed by the collar again.

"It hurts so much, I'm afraid it's broken." Cheng Yinyang shouted that it hurt, but he stood firmly on his feet.

"Let go..." Ling pulled the man's finger with his backhand, but it was difficult to use force.

The man's arms crossed Ling Shuang's shoulders and he leaned against her.

good chance.

Ling Shuang grabbed the man's fingers on his shoulders with both hands, turned around, and twisted the man's entire arm.

"Yeah!" It really hurt this time. The man was so painful that his facial features were squeezed against the instrument. He turned his body back along his arm to relieve the pain.

While Cheng Yinyang was crying out in pain, a cup of milk tea flew over and exploded on him.

"I rely on!"

Then the leather bag attacked, hitting him densely.

"Bully my sister and seek death!" Le Siqi struggled to turn her handbag around and kept hammering Cheng Yinyang.

Continuous unexpected critical attacks left Cheng Yinyang unable to parry for a while. He could only protect his head and retreat to the edge of the road.

Ling Shuang also picked up the bag that fell on the ground, picked it up and joined in punishing the bad guys to relieve her anger.

Cheng Yinyang hurriedly got into the Bugatti parked on the side of the road, without even wearing a seat belt, and stepped on the accelerator to escape quickly.

"I'll treat you to another cup of milk tea!" Le Siqi also smashed the milk tea in her hand.

The two sisters held their knees with both hands and watched the panicked car disappear, looking at each other and laughing.

Punishing bad guys is so fun.

Enter the speeding Bugatti.

"Hiss~" Cheng Yinyang patted the remaining milk tea on his body, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled evilly, "It's spicy and interesting!"

None of the three people involved knew that in a car under the shade of a tree on the roadside, a pair of eyes were shining with conspiracy.

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Ling Shuang has a restless temper.

There is no need to take care of the store at the moment. On weekdays, I just like to make noise in the back garden when I have nothing to do.

The plants and even the turf planted in Lan Garden are valuable. Ling Shuang, who doesn't know much about gardening, likes to plant according to her temper, which destroys the beauty of the original design.

The servants, including Uncle Li, were worried for a long time.

Because this gardening was designed by Cheng Sihan himself, but Ling Shuang's lively and easy-going personality was so endearing that they didn't dare to tell her, and they couldn't bear to spoil her interest.

Until that day, Cheng Sihan was resting at home for the first time for the weekend. He was attracted by the hearty laughter in the garden. Through the large glass wall on the first floor facing the garden, he saw Ling Shuang wearing a large straw hat and making noise in the garden.

The August sun, even in the early morning, was scorching unceremoniously. Ling Shuang was already sweating profusely, and her delicate little face turned into a tabby cat. Her embarrassed appearance gave people a feeling of full vitality.

"Young Madam has made some small changes to the garden..." Uncle Li tentatively tried.

It's not surprising that he was worried. Previously, a flower pot in the garden had a slightly off-color color, and a whole batch of gardening servants were fired.

"Arrange it according to her wishes." Cheng Sihan took a deep look at Ling Shuang, who was covered in sunshine, then turned and went upstairs.

Uncle Li breathed a deep sigh of relief. After watching Cheng Sihan go upstairs, he looked towards the garden with loving eyes.

Lanyuan, which had been deserted since its completion, has become more and more energetic and homely.

After Lanyuan's breakfast and dinner were basically taken over by Ling Shuang, the young master, who usually didn't have dinner at home, came home on time for dinner at 7 o'clock almost every day during this period.

The two of them ate at the same table more often, so naturally they gradually became familiar with each other and communicated more.

Uncle Li has watched Cheng Sihan grow up since he was a baby. At this moment, he feels as happy as an old father.

Once things develop for the better, there will always be someone to help.

That night, Fang Mingxu came back with Cheng Sihan. He just said he had eaten and hurried into the study on the first floor.

Ling Shuang said "Oh" and went into the kitchen to mix flour again. She wanted to develop a special pastry for the opening of the coffee shop.

Two hours later, she brought out a plate of mung bean sorbet. This was the most satisfying pastry she had made these days. In the hot summer, the small green square cake was refreshing just looking at it, let alone eating it in her mouth. The feeling of the crushed ice mixed with the square cake melting in your mouth cannot be described as wonderful.

The two people in the study must have chatted for so long that their dinner was almost consumed.

Ling Shuang happily took two glasses of milk to the study.