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

Ling Shuang didn't understand business matters, and their topic was really boring to her. She leaned next to Cheng Sihan, played with his well-jointed fingers, and gradually fell asleep.

Perhaps because she was too tired last night, Ling Shuang fell into a deep sleep, and Cheng Sihan didn't even notice that she moved her head, which had picked up a few handfuls of rice, onto his lap.

Cheng Sihan lowered his head and smiled, pushing back Ling Shuang's long hair that was scattered on her face, caressing it a few times, and then gently placed his big palm on her shoulder, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Shen Yinghuai saw all this and felt very unhappy in his heart.

According to legend, isn't Cheng Sihan gay? Why did he look at Ling Shuang...

Shen Yinghuai has been in love and experienced marriages without love. The way he looked at his ex-wife would never be like this. Even after they were happy, there would be no light in his eyes without love.

Shen Yinghuai was heartbroken, smiled bitterly, and lowered his voice: "It seems that we have bored Shuang'er."

Cheng Sihan raised his eyes, no longer hiding any hostility, and said coldly: "Mr. Shen, shouldn't it be more appropriate to call her Mrs. Cheng?"

"I think it's more appropriate to call her Shuang'er." Shen Yinghuai was no longer vague, "If I hadn't returned to North America back then, maybe you should call her Mrs. Shen now."

Cheng Sihan picked up the tea cup in front of him, lifted it up and then put it down, "Unfortunately, Shuang'er is already Mrs. Cheng."

"There is another if." Shen Yinghuai slowly turned the tea cup in his hand, looked at the ripples in the cup, and said lightly, "If you don't love her, just let her go."

"Mr. Shen's memory is really bad. I just said that I would rather rot in my hands than sell my things."

"But Shuang'er is not a thing, she is a girl with ideas!"

"Yes, she has quite a few ideas." Cheng Sihan smiled, "You can't tell where her thoughts are, right?"

Shen Yinghuai clenched his fists, his expression remained calm, and he said slowly: "Lu Yao knows the power of horses. As time goes by, I don't think Shuang'er will be too stubborn."

"As for me, being a few years older than you, I am naturally more patient. I am willing to wait for Shuang'er to change his mind, and I hope Mr. Cheng will not stop him when the time comes." Shen Yinghuai raised his tea cup towards Cheng Sihan, raised his head and drank. All.

Cheng Sihan also raised his tea cup, the cold pool deep in his eyes became even colder, and he raised his head and drank it all.

Ling Shuang, who was sleeping soundly, naturally didn't know that the two men were looking at each other with swords and swords in the air.

Being gently awakened by Cheng Sihan, he opened his eyes and saw Cheng Sihan's satisfied smile.

It seems that the negotiation was quite pleasant.

Ling Shuang fastened her seat belt with some hesitation. When she raised her head, Cheng Sihan suddenly pinched her chin and kissed her domineeringly.

"I should reward you for being so good today." Cheng Sihan smiled and pinched Ling Shuang's cheek, "It's time for lunch, what do you want to eat?"

"Sushi, okay?"

"Of course!"

Cheng Sihan turned around, turned the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove toward the main road easily and happily, just like his current mood.

In the large private room of the high-end Japanese restaurant, Ling Shuang was filled with all kinds of fresh sushi, and she was devouring it.

"This is too delicious, why don't you eat it?" Ling Shuang's cheeks bulged, and her eyes finally moved from the food to Cheng Sihan's face, her big clear eyes full of question marks.

Cheng Sihan smiled evilly, "You are more delicious."

Ling Shuang felt a warmth covering her legs and trembled uncontrollably.

Cheng Sihan lowered his head and licked the sauce left by Ling Shuang at the corner of his mouth, then gently kissed his bulging cheeks, and then followed the path to the temples, auricles, and behind the ears... along the way.

Ling Shuang blushed with her heart pounding, swallowed the food in her mouth, and said: "Mr. Han, this is outside..."

"So what?" Cheng Sihan looked up at Ling Shuang's chest, full of charm, held his shoulders and fell on the tatami.

With one hand free, he grabbed the TV remote control on the table and turned the volume to the maximum...

Ling Shuang adjusted her clothes and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Cheng Sihan looking at her with a satisfied smile.

Since becoming husband and wife, Cheng Sihan has smiled more and more on his face.

Ling Shuang remembered her original decision to seduce Cheng Sihan. This was considered seduction.

At least, in the past month, my brother's company has been safe and sound, and Mrs. Cheng has not caused any trouble. It seems that Cheng Sihan's dock is quite reliable.

Ling Shuang smiled shyly at Cheng Sihan.

It's a pity that he is not a male god...

Thinking of this, Ling Shuang seemed to be missing something in her heart. Can Cheng Sihan fill this gap?

Ling Shuang smiled, a little self-deprecating. It was really a lack of people and had to think twice.

"Actress Bai Xiaolan joined hands with director husband Du Gang to attend the Nanhai Film Festival. After four years of marriage, they are as sweet as ever. They are truly a model couple in the entertainment industry..."

The TV was broadcasting at a huge volume.

The screen was showing Bai Xiaolan and Du Gang, dressed neatly, holding each other's waist, standing side by side in front of the curtain full of signatures painted with flying dragons and phoenixes. The two looked at each other sweetly, pecked each other's lips, and then faced the camera. .

Ling Shuang silently turned to look at Cheng Sihan, she was concerned about his reaction.

Cheng Sihan's contented expression was completely gone and turned black.

Ling Shuang's heart was tugged, her breathing stopped for a few seconds, and she said uncomfortably: "Mr. Han..."

As he shouted, his eyes filled with tears,

"You still can't forget her?" Ling Shuang's voice was very low, completely drowned out by the sound of the TV.

This is what Ling Shuang has always wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask.

"Let's go." Cheng Sihan stood up and walked straight to the door, not waiting for Ling Shuang to follow.

Ling Shuang followed at a trot, looking at Cheng Sihan's tall and broad shoulders. His body temperature, which was scalding just now, was now covered with ice. It was so cold, and the chill went straight to Ling Shuang's heart.

It seemed that she could only rely on this dock for two years at most, only two years.

Thinking of this, two lines of hot tears were burning my cheeks, which was very painful.