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

"Shuang'er." Cheng Sihan pinched the swollen and painful eyebrows.

There was no response from the other end of the phone for a long time.

Cheng Sihan let out a long sigh and called softly: "Shuang'er?"

If Ling Shuang was so cold before, Cheng Sihan would have hung up the phone long ago.

At this moment, Cheng Sihan needed Ling Shuang. He thought that the little darling who was completely obedient to him and called him "Mr. Han" softly and softly could soften the tense nerves in his body.

Cheng Sihan's business trip to North America was advanced three days. After landing, he was very exhausted after three consecutive days of business inspections and negotiations. He had not slept well for several days and had no time to adjust to the jet lag.

Looking around at the hotel suite of more than 100 square meters, and the cloudless sky behind the floor-to-ceiling glass opposite, it was so empty and desolate that the tired Cheng Sihan felt as if he had been hollowed out.

Cheng Sihan especially wanted to hold that soft little body and fill his emptiness.

He regretted not bringing Ling Shuang.

Cheng Sihan pulled off his tie, raised his head and rested it on the back of the sofa, and said lazily, "Aren't Shuang'er going to pay attention to Mr. Han?"

"It's Mr. Han who ignores Shuang'er!"

There was finally a response. Cheng Sihan felt his heart twitch when he heard Ling Shuang cry with grievance.

"Shuang'er, be good, Mr. Han will not ignore you." Cheng Sihan raised the corners of his mouth, and the tension on his face relaxed, "Did Shuang'er miss me?"

Ling Shuang didn't answer, and said in a weak voice: "Can I answer that I don't want to?"

Listening to Cheng Sihan's nasally voice and this breathless response, Ling Shuang softened her heart.

Ling Shuang was always like this, talking angry, but as long as Cheng Sihan's words were a little softer, his heart would become completely soft.

"Shuang'er." Cheng Sihan's voice was weak, and his body slowly slid down, his knees resting on the armrest at the other end of the sofa, his head resting comfortably on the pillow, and he lay down on the sofa, "I really want to see Shuang'er right away. "

"Where are you?" Ling Shuang paused, her tone a little anxious, "I'll be there right away!"

Still the naive and easy-to-coax Ling Shuang.

Cheng Sihan was amused by Ling Shuang and chuckled: "I'm in North America."

"North America? Ah, Mr. Han, why did you go secretly? Didn't you agree to take me with you?"

Cheng Sihan imagined Ling Shuang's pouting and complaining expression at this moment, and his wrinkled heart suddenly opened up, smiling indulgently.

"Shuang'er wants to see me in five days." Cheng Sihan stretched out his hand in the air, really wanting to touch that smooth and soft little face.

"Five days? Don't you have to stay for half a month?"

"It seems that Shuang'er is still angry with Mr. Han and doesn't want to see me anymore." Cheng Sihan said with a smile.

In order to return to China as soon as possible, Cheng Sihan compressed half a month's workload into one week. The schedule for the next few days was full, and he only had half a day free this afternoon.

There was another silence on the other side of the phone.

Cheng Sihan pinched his eyebrows. He guessed that Ling Shuang was slapping his thigh at the moment, regretting his anxiety just now.

"Shuang'er is still angry, what should Mr. Han do?" Cheng Sihan teased, covering his eyes with the back of his hand and making a very nice curve at the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Han, don't you like me?" Ling Shuang's voice was very low, like a mosquito's cry.

This question stopped Cheng Sihan.

"Don't tease me all the time, okay?" Ling Shuang's voice was choked, "If you always do this, I can't help it. How do you want me to control my feelings?"

Ling Shuang's aggrieved little face appeared in Cheng Sihan's mind. He stretched out his hand into the air, as if Ling Shuang was right in front of him.

Cheng Sihan said that he wanted Ling Shuang to give up his thoughts as soon as possible, but secretly, he hoped that Ling Shuang would only be tender to him and only show the side that no one could see in front of him.

"Shuang'er, I'm very tired!"

In the past, when she returned to Lanyuan, she would just say "Shuang'er, I'm very tired." Ling Shuang would let him lie on her lap and gently massage the acupuncture points on his head.

The acupuncture points were not grasped accurately, and the strength of the hands was not enough. Those soft, boneless hands were tapping on his head, and he was talking about things that he didn't even listen to. It was not so comfortable.

That was also the most relaxing moment for Cheng Sihan.

"Shuang'er, come to North America."

Cheng Sihan really wanted to see Ling Shuang at this moment, hold him in his arms, and ravage her, that was the most stress-relieving thing.

Five days is not a long time or a short time. It is not impossible to buy a plane ticket for Ling Shuang and fly over immediately. However, it is a long way back and forth in five days. It is quite stressful. Cheng Sihan actually has A little bit of distress.

"Forget it, Shuang'er, be good, Mr. Han will be back soon."

Cheng Sihan could feel that the other end of the phone was hesitant to speak, but finally a faint "Oh" came from the phone.

In fact, he was quite expecting Ling Shuang to fly over if she made such a fuss.

Cheng Sihan smiled, put his head on the pillow, found a comfortable position, put the phone to his ear, and let his hands hang comfortably by his side, and said lazily: "Shuang'er is talking, I want to listen to you. sound."

Ling Shuang was silent for a few seconds.

"Mr. Han, are you tired?"

"Ok!"

"Are you in the hotel now?"

"Ok!"

"Don't make your schedule too full when you're tired."

"Ok!"

……

The soft voice gently rubbed Cheng Sihan's eardrums, and he fell asleep soon.