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

Ling Shuang, as usual, kept one step away from Cheng Sihan.

Before Secretary Shen Yinghuai opened the office door, Cheng Sihan moved his big hand back, and Ling Shuang's hand was taken up, which still hurt a little.

"Mr. Shen!" the secretary reminded Shen Yinghuai, who was concentrating on his desk work, "Mr. Cheng is here!"

"Oh. Mr. Cheng!" Shen Yinghuai raised his head sharply, saw Cheng Sihan who came in first, left his desk and greeted him warmly.

"Mr. Shen, you've been waiting for a long time!" Cheng Sihan pulled Ling Shuang towards Shen Yinghuai.

Shen Yinghuai was surprised, and then his eyes darkened. As an experienced man, he quickly stretched out his hands as if nothing had happened, "Welcome, welcome!"

The two shook hands, and Shen Yinghuai looked at Ling Shuang with tender eyes, "Shuang'er, you're here too, it's really rare!"

Cheng Sihan put his long arms across Ling Shuang's shoulders and hugged him, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shen, my wife is a bit clingy. You shouldn't mind me."

He spoke polite words, but his eyes were sharp.

"I don't mind, I don't mind, Shuang'er is one of our own!" Shen Yinghuai smiled a little reluctantly, lowered his eyes, and made an invitation gesture to the two of them to sit down at the tea table.

Shen Yinghuai naturally understood that Cheng Sihan was declaring sovereignty.

There was smoke between the two men, but Ling Shuang simply thought that the two were just chatting politely.

"Come on, come on, let's drink tea!" Shen Yinghuai greeted the tea, hiding the discomfort in his eyes, "This is this year's West Lake Longjing, you two have a try."

"What a pity!" Shen Yinghuai took a sip of tea, looked at Ling Shuang's expression of regret, and sighed, "It was a step too late this year, and someone bought the Imperial Eighteen Pills first."

"Oh, what a coincidence. When Zhou Yi brought the tea back this year, he also said it was the last of the Eighteen Imperial Teas." Cheng Sihan had regret on his face, but there was pride in his eyes, "It's a pity that my wife made milk tea last month. It’s been used up.”

Ling Shuang didn't understand tea, but when she heard the word "royal", her eyes bulged out.

"I didn't know that tea was so precious, I'm sorry..." Ling Shuang explained hurriedly.

Cheng Sihan smiled and patted Ling Shuang on the shoulder, comforting him: "Fool, it's right to use it to make milk tea. I prefer coffee. It would be a pity to leave the tea leaves unused."

"Next time I will ask Uncle Li before using it." Ling Shuang still felt a little guilty.

Cheng Sihan smiled, stretched out his hand to twist Ling Shuang's hair hanging down on the side of his face behind his ears, slid his fingers across Ling Shuang's snow-white neck, and tapped lightly on the conspicuous purple-red mark, and glanced at the corner of his eyes. Xiang Shen Yinghuai.

Shen Yinghuai's face darkened a little more, and he smiled softly and said, "Mr. Cheng doesn't like drinking tea? Then you can give it to me next time!"

"I have a weird quirk." Cheng Sihan put the five fingers of his left hand through Ling Shuang's fingers, clenched them tightly, and intertwined his fingers. "It's all because of my damn possessiveness. Even if I don't like the things in my hands, I won’t give it away, even if it will rot in my hands.”

"Hahaha, you should change this problem, don't waste your natural resources." Shen Yinghuai smiled and filled Cheng Sihan and Ling Shuang's cups with tea.

"I can't change it!" Cheng Sihan also smiled, with a knife hidden in his smile, "So, Mr. Shen, I'm sorry, I've also booked the Yuqian Longjing next year in advance. You can change the taste."

"Haha, Mr. Cheng doesn't know something. As for me, I will never give up until I reach the Yellow River. I have to fight for the things I like." Shen Yinghuai glanced at Ling Shuang from the corner of his eyes, "Maybe the boss will change his mind."

"I have an agreement with my boss, and there is no way she will break it!"

"Oh?" Shen Yinghuai poured the newly boiled water on the tea pet. The color of the tea pet changed when it was heated. "The moon will be round, and people will change. Agreements are dead, but people are alive. I believe the boss also cherishes tea. People, maybe one day she will know that she should give the treasures to someone who knows how to appreciate them."

"Oh, then things get interesting." Cheng Sihan grasped the little hand tighter, with a flash of cruelty in his eyes.

Ling Shuang just thought they were discussing tea, lowered her eyes and looked at the clasped hands, feeling sweet in her heart, and leaned towards Cheng Sihan.

After a heated exchange of words, the two men seemed to have a tacit agreement to stop and change the topic to business.