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

Cheng Sihan sat in the back seat of the car for the second time, this time in the Maybach driven by Zhou Yi.

The little man in his arms couldn't hold on tightly, but he was clutching the shirt on his chest tightly. The temperature was so hot that he was still mumbling.

"Let Doctor Wang hurry up!" Cheng Sihan put his big palm on Ling Shuang's forehead, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his expression was unusually irritable.

This is the first time Zhou Yi has seen his boss so impatient since he followed Cheng Sihan.

As soon as Zhou Yi hung up the call to urge Dr. Wang, his cell phone rang again. He subconsciously stopped a little and glanced at the phone.

Bai Xiaolan.

"Drive the fuck faster!" Cheng Sihan roared as the car slowed down.

"Yes."

Zhou Yi hung up the phone and threw the phone on the passenger seat.

Zhou Yi glanced at the center rear mirror. Cheng Sihan, who used to be aloof, was now lowering his head to comfort Ling Shuang, wanting to rub her into his body.

Zhou Yi remembered that probably since Cheng Sihan sat in the back seat of Cullinan holding Ling Shuang who was under general anesthesia, the expression on Cheng Sihan's face was no longer a single indifference.

His smile seemed to have warmth, and occasionally he would be in a daze, and then a smile would appear inexplicably at the corner of his mouth.

Even if the company encountered big problems, Cheng Sihan never got angry. He closed his eyes calmly, and when he opened them, he had a solution.

This was the first time Zhou Yi saw such anger.

If anyone said that Cheng Sihan didn't care about Ling Shuang, Zhou Yi would be the first to refute.

He also thought about a few days ago in Nanhai, when he and Bai Xiaolan chatted for a while in the hotel garden. Bai Xiaolan lightly said something wrong about Ling Shuang. Unexpectedly, Cheng Sihan was standing behind them.

At that time, Cheng Sihan's expression did not change at all. He felt that he had just heard the gossip of someone who had nothing to do with him.

Bai Xiaolan didn't blame him, but Zhou Yi received a warning and had his bonus for the second half of the year deducted.

Zhou Yi could only shout in his heart that he was wronged, and he was lucky that this was the lightest punishment.

However, he didn't understand why his master was still entangled with Bai Xiaolan, a married woman, when he clearly cared about the young lady.

Maybe this is the willfulness of rich people.

Zhou Yi stepped on the accelerator hard, increasing the speed of the car.

The phone rang again, and Zhou Yi knew it was Bai Xiaolan without looking.

Fortunately, his phone had been set to silent. Zhou Yi just pretended not to hear and focused only on the road ahead.

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Ling Shuang woke up leisurely, but she didn't want to open her eyes.

She can't let her boyfriend leave this time, absolutely not!

Ling Shuang tightly circled the man's neck and freed up one hand to tug on the man's collar.

"Lower your head and let me see how you look, okay?"

Under the strong light, the man lowered his head in the direction of Ling Shuang's strength.

Ling Shuang could feel the man's cold expression and couldn't help but reach out to block the bright light in front of her eyes, looking excitedly at the man's lowered face.

The man's face in Ling Shuang's pupils was blank!

Ling Shuang's body jumped suddenly and she woke up.

Is it a dream?

But in reality, she was lying on the bed in a hug, and she was also holding on to a collar, tightly, and looking up from the collar, it was the familiar, yet indifferent face of Cheng Sihan.

Ling Shuang was confused again, her head was still a little heavy, and she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

And what happened last night, is it true?

Ling Shuang raised the back of her hand and rubbed her eyes, only to find a piece of medical tape stuck to the back of her hand.

"woke up?"

Cheng Sihan's voice was lazy and slightly nasal.

Ling Shuang raised her head suddenly, and her clear and slightly frightened eyes met Cheng Sihan's sleepy eyes.

Cheng Sihan rubbed Ling Shuang's forehead and kissed it again, "Well, it's not hot anymore."

Ling Shuang checked the environment and turned her head without any trace.

This is the master bedroom on the large flat floor from the night before.

"This is my house. I come here to rest sometimes." Cheng Sihan fiddled with Ling Shuang's hair, his big hand went down to Ling Shuang's waist, and pinched it gently, "This place is far away from you. The coffee shop is very close, you can come here to have a rest.”

Ling Shuang twisted her waist slightly and pushed Cheng Sihan gently.

Cheng Sihan didn't give her room to retreat, he held her lower back and said in a hoarse voice: "Normally there is no one here." Small kisses fell on Ling Shuang's face and neck...

Ling Shuang turned around and said, "Mr. Han... I'm still a little uncomfortable..."

Cheng Sihan paused and got out of bed.

Looking at Cheng Sihan's back, Ling Shuang thought back to last night and that day seven years ago.

It was him last night, but what about seven years ago?

Ling Shuang also got up from the bed, hugged Cheng Sihan from behind, and pressed her face against the back that fascinated her. If possible, she really wanted to blend into this back.

Ling Shuang felt Cheng Sihan want to turn around, his arms around his narrow waist tightened, and his body got closer.

She didn't want him to turn around and see his cold face.

She really wished it was the same person last night as she was seven years ago.

Cheng Sihan didn't turn around. The hand he was unbuttoning gently covered Ling Shuang's hand and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I won't leave."

Last night, Ling Shuang either wrapped her arms around Cheng Sihan's neck or grabbed his collar, murmuring constantly: "Don't go, don't go..."

Cheng Sihan just thought he was bullied and scared.

The sudden tenderness made Ling Shuang a little overwhelmed.

"Mr. Han..."

Ling Shuang remembered that yesterday Bai Xiaolan pointed at her nose arrogantly and said that she was Cheng Sihan's tool.

She no longer knew how to deal with her feelings for Cheng Sihan.

There was a moment when Ling Shuang decided to cut the knot with a sharp knife and stay quietly by Cheng Sihan's side to preserve Ling Qi's career, even if he couldn't get it in two years. That one hundred million.

But the scene last night was strikingly similar to that of seven years ago, gradually arousing Ling Shuang's forgotten emotions.

Maybe, she shouldn't impulsively marry Cheng Sihan, maybe, she should wait obediently for the male god to show up.

However, if it was the same person last night as he was seven years ago, let alone a tool person, Ling Shuang could even give Cheng Sihan his life.