The intrigue of the wealthy, the counterattack of the secret marriage wife

"I don't want you to worry about these things. When I married you, I made a vow that I would not let you take care of any problems, nor would I let you worry about you. You just need to be at ease and be Mrs. Xia."

Xia Yuheng spoke very sincerely. She was listening from the side and felt a little embarrassed for eavesdropping on her parents' love story.

This was indeed not a good thing. After hearing what Xia Yuheng said, Luo Li's tears, which had originally subsided, suddenly flowed down.

"This world is not something you can get involved in."

Xia Liweiwei opened her clear eyes, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

The same feeling made him forget his tears. He pushed through the fog and found someone who once said to him, "There is no one like you in this world."

Xia Yuheng's eyes were determined, which made Luo Li lose all her courage. She stretched out her arms tremblingly, but finally let them go.

However, the man in front of her, the man who once made her feel timid, stretched out his hand at this moment, making Luo Li stunned: "You..."

"I also swear that I will live this life exclusively for you."

Luo Li was shocked by Xia Yuheng's words, while the heroine was surprised that he could still remember it.

"You don't know, but I am the same." Luo Li stared at him and answered slowly.

Xia Yuheng's eyes lit up, he pulled him to his side and hugged him tightly.

Both of them were almost fifty years old, but they didn't feel anything was wrong at all. The air in the room also became a little weird.

Xia Li couldn't bear it any longer because he saw a very obscene scene. Xia Li hurriedly followed, closed the door and locked it.

Luo Li and Xia Yuheng walked hand in hand to the sofa in the hall. Luo Li gently leaned her head on her husband's shoulder.

"Yuheng, you have to promise to tell me if anything happens."

"I'm not as delicate as you. I want to accompany you and take all the responsibilities on my shoulders. That way I can feel like I'm also a participant, right?"

Luo Li's voice was very soft, which formed a sharp contrast with Xia Yuheng's irritable personality. The destined person will appear in front of him one day.

After taking a shower, Xia Li went to bed. She had not yet told him that she was leaving the Xia family, but she had to do this as soon as possible.

Just at this moment, his phone rang. It was a text message from Fang Yanche.

"Are you asleep?" came a deep voice from the other end of the line.

"No," she replied.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Li saw a line of words that read: Someone is typing.

Xia Lili looked at the two words on the screen for a while before saying, "This works well. I think I can use it tonight."

This is indeed a very formal answer, but Xia Li was a little disappointed. When people are excited, they always turn a blind eye to things in the outside world and their expectations of themselves become very high.

Many times, the higher the expectations, the greater the hope. Xia Li, who once did not believe this statement, now gradually understands the truth behind it.

My heart was racing as I tried to calm myself down and put all the good things about him out of my mind.

To prove her promise, she responded coldly: "Okay."

It was very direct. After sending it, Xia Li was very happy, just like a child who won a competition. However, she focused all her energy on her mobile phone.

Perhaps, she herself did not realize that she was checking her phone twenty times every second. She was deceiving herself, making herself believe that she just wanted to see what message he sent her in case she missed any information.

Exactly the same as the black and white figure just now, the black figure shouted sternly: "Didn't you notice that their hearts have been occupied by that man. Moreover, he clearly wanted to take advantage of you. Why did you do this? A real man should be self-reliant!"

Xia Lili thought about it, what was the reason that made her unable to do it? This is what Xia Li said.

"But why can't girls fall in love? Do they have to suppress their emotions? Why has our moral values ​​changed?"

Just like that, the two of them had a quarrel, and Xia Li was furious. He jumped off the bed and yelled, "Shut up! I'm just watching!"

Then, the two figures in his mind also disappeared. When he left, the little white man still had a gloating look on his face.

Xia Li took a look and found that Fang Yanche still hadn't replied. She was lying on the big bed that Luo Li had ordered because he was going home in the summer. Even the sheets were made of the finest silk.

Xia Li was so petite, but she felt like she was buried alive, sinking limply.

The soft quilt covered Xia Li's body. Maybe because she was too sensitive, her black hair rubbed against Xia Li's delicate face.

Xia Li raised her hands, pinched her face hard, and struggled to stand up. The silk was very soft, making it impossible for her to stand up. It took a lot of effort for her to stand up.

The woman who had always been very opinionated now looked tired, with her black hair scattered behind her head. Looking at the slender waist, she wondered in her heart, was he very busy? Or was his tone too cold, making her wonder how to respond?

Xia Li scratched his head and soon he had a perfect bird's nest. As long as he could pass through the various obstacles of the Xia family and get close to Xia Li, he could marry a wife in a perfect bird's nest.

Women's sensibility is not only reflected in life, but also in emotions.

This time, the sighing woman was no longer in the mood to continue reading the novel. Instead, she played with her mobile phone for more than an hour before she felt a little tired.

Suddenly, she heard her phone ringing. She woke up, got up from the bed and took out her cell phone.

Probably because she was not ready to go to bed, she stumbled around and even her cell phone fell into the quilt. She didn't know where her owner had thrown it.

Xia Li squinted his eyes, looking like he would fall asleep at any moment. After a while, his hand finally touched the pillow.

Sure enough, there was another message notification on his phone.

Xia Li was still somewhat sober at first, but now he was much more sober. He glanced at the WeChat message with Fang Yanche, which read: "I was busy just now. It's getting late. You should go to bed first."

Then a "good night".