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

It has been many years since Shen Yinghuai felt so overwhelmed. Even if he sees Ling Shuang lying in a cold corner like a bloody man, he can face it calmly; even if the company encounters difficult things, he can calmly analyze and solve them.

He looked at the hand held by Ling Shuang, and looked at Ling Shuang's teeth itching and sore with hatred. He didn't know how to react for a moment, so he had to let Ling Shuang play with it.

It wasn't until Ling Shuang let out a "hum" that he calmed down.

He clasped Ling Shuang's hand tightly, and just when he was about to reach out to pull Ling Shuang into his arms, a wave of people behind him surged forward unexpectedly, squeezing the two of them forward.

Ling Shuang grabbed Shen Yinghuai's hand tightly and shouted, "Brother Huai, don't let go!"

The countdown to New Year's Eve is almost here, and the crowds are pushing forward, rubbing shoulders and heels.

Shen Yinghuai took out his clenched fingers and grabbed Ling Shuang's wrist with his backhand. With a strong squeeze, he pulled Ling Shuang into his arms and enveloped her with his body.

Ling Shuang was like a piece of driftwood found on the sea, hugging Shen Yinghuai's waist tightly, curling up in the embrace that could shield her from the impact.

Soon, the surging crowd stopped. Everyone in the crowd held their breath in tacit understanding, waiting to bid farewell to the old year and welcome the new year.

Only then did Ling Shuang emerge from Shen Yinghuai's arms.

"Are you okay?" Shen Yinghuai looked down at Ling Shuang and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she was not injured.

"It's okay!" Ling Shuang shook his head.

What a wonderful time this is!

Ling Shuang looked sour and lemony. Shen Yinghuai felt that he should not take care of anything else. He had to let Ling Shuang know what he was thinking. He wanted to tell her everything he had been holding back for three years. He gently pulled Ling Shuang's wrist and said gently: "Shuang'er..."

"Ten, nine, eight..." A deafening countdown sounded all around.

Shen Yinghuai's last words, "Be my girlfriend!" were swallowed up by the countdown.

Shen Yinghuai turned his head and scanned the excited crowd around him, then looked back at Ling Shuang, smiled bitterly, and shrugged helplessly.

"Three, two, one! Happy New Year!"

Cheers echoed through the sky.

Ling Shuang listened to every word of Shen Yinghuai's words. She was so excited that she could only keep smiling.

Soon, the cheers around them became smaller, and the men and women surrounding the two hugged and kissed.

Ling Shuang pulled Shen Yinghuai's scarf down with both hands, stood on tiptoes, raised her head and pecked Shen Yinghuai's lips, and said with a smile: "Happy New Year, boyfriend!"

Shen Yinghuai's eyes widened, like a little boy who got a long-awaited gift. With trembling hands, he carefully held Ling Shuang's face like a treasure.

Her eyes sparkled with the same innocence as when she was 16 years old, and the corners of her mouth hung with the same bright smile as when she was 16 years old. She was still the girl he had always treasured in his heart.

Shen Yinghuai felt a rush of heat rush into his eyes. He lightly swept his thumb over his porcelain-white cheeks and said in a trembling voice, "Shuang'er, are you really willing to follow me?"

"Yeah!" Ling Shuang nodded without hesitation.

"Hehe!" Shen Yinghuai laughed, lowered his eyelids, looked at Ling Shuang tenderly, and whispered: "Can I kiss you?"

This question was like a transition. Shen Yinghuai didn't even wait for Ling Shuang to react before he lowered his head and kissed her.

Shen Yinghuai's hands were warm and her lips were soft. Ling Shuang closed her eyes. She wanted to relax. She shouldn't think about anything else at this moment.

People are very strange. When they take the initiative, they feel that others accept it for granted, but when they are in a passive state, there are always some distracting thoughts in their hearts.

When Shen Yinghuai's lips pressed against hers, that person's face flashed in her mind, and a high wall rose in her heart.

Ling Shuang raised her hand and hooked Shen Yinghuai's neck, leaned her body against him, opened her lips slightly, and stretched out the tip of her tongue to trace his lips.

She has to take the initiative, she should take the initiative, so that the high wall in her heart will eventually be knocked down by her own hands.

Ling Shuang's reaction made Shen Yinghuai's breath stagnant, and then his breath became hot. He let go of her face with both hands, slid one hand to her slender waist, tightened his arms, and held the back of her head with the other hand, kissing her. Heavier, deeper, and crazier...

Ling Shuang wrapped her hands around Shen Yinghuai's neck,