I became the wife of the president after I turned into trash

Shi Dongbai's consciousness was trapped in a drowsy dream, and his nose was filled with a clear and clean smell.

He slept peacefully.

In his sleep, a big palm brushed away his messy forehead hair, and a warm towel was wiped across his face.

Shi Dongbai was a little thirsty, and subconsciously touched his tongue and lips, as if his tongue had touched the warm skin.

Yin Tingjun's hand holding the towel paused, and the fingers near Shi Dongbai's lips glistened with water.

The culprit was still sleeping soundly, and unconsciously turned over, facing Yin Tingjun who was in a bad mood.

Yin Tingjun straightened up, threw the towel in his hand on the ground, and impatiently raised his hand to unbutton his collar.

Shi Dongbai huddled on his bed, the silver-gray bed covering made that pretty little face even whiter.

Yin Tingjun hadn't seen such a scene for a long time.

The doorbell rang suddenly, and Yin Tingjun came back to his senses and turned to leave the room.

There is a private doctor in the villa area, and the nearest one is also available quickly.

The doctor was getting old, and he was wearing a pair of reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, holding Shi Dongbai's wrist to examine carefully.

After watching for a while, the old doctor gave Yin Tingjun a weird look.

Mr. Yin's brows moved slightly, but his face still had a cold and inhuman look.

The doctor confirmed his guess even more, and sighed inwardly. These rich people are in a hurry, and they are full of various means of ruining people. They are pitiful for such a handsome young man.

The doctor carefully applied the medicine to Shi Dongbai, and the breathable white gauze was wrapped around the wound twice, like a decoration on the thin and lonely wrist.

Yin Tingjun's eyes fell on the white gauze.

The doctor stood up to say goodbye, before leaving, he hesitated to say: "For some things, it is better to use gentle means."

Yin Tingjun: "?"

The doctor said euphemistically: "The wound on this gentleman's hand looks like a rope wound."

Yin Tingjun: "..."

Seeing the doctor's gloomy gaze, Yin Tingjun's indifferent handsome face suddenly darkened, and he said word by word: "I see."

The doctor nodded, looking a little relieved, "It's good that you understand."

Finally gone this time.

Yin Tingjun asked the chef to make hangover soup. After the doctor left, the servant put the tray on the bedside table, "President, do you need me to feed this gentleman?"

Yin Tingjun: "No, you can go."

The servant had never seen other guests in this empty and cold villa, and couldn't help but glance at the boy sleeping soundly on the bed.

With just one glance, the cold master looked over, the servant was startled, immediately retracted his gaze, and left obediently.

Yin Tingjun's face was gloomy, he pinched the cheek of the person on the bed, he was restless when he fell asleep, and he seduced both men and women indiscriminately.

He had a lot of strength, and Shi Dongbai's already drunken blush flushed again, "Get up and make soup."

Shi Dongbai snorted, and buried one side of his cheek into the pillow, trying to avoid Mr. Yin's evil hands.

Shi Dongbai was already good-looking, but his drunken appearance was even more adorable, no one could bear to disturb his good sleep.

It's a pity that Mr. Yin has never been a person who knows how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, so he unceremoniously dug him out from the soft bedding, and supported Shi Dongbai's soft body against the head of the bed.

The head of the varnished log bed was icy cold, and as soon as Shi Dongbai's hot skin touched it, he woke up.

The dark and moist eyes opened, the eye circles were obviously bright red, and he looked at Yin Tingjun aggrieved.

Yin Tingjun was expressionless, and said in a cold tone: "Shangju soup."

He pointed at the soup bowl by the bed.

Shi Dongbai's head was dizzy, and he glanced at his finger in a dizzy way. It took a while for his dull brain to react before he realized what "hangover soup" was.

Shi Dongbai sighed, and said with his tongue out, "Mr. Yin really...doesn't understand sentiment."

Yin Tingjun frowned and dodged a little while he was belching with the smell of wine.

Shi Dongbai didn't notice his disgusting behavior, closed his eyes again, and murmured: "At this time, I should feed it myself, it's best, it's best to talk to my mouth."

Yin Tingjun sneered, stood up and said coldly, "Would you like to drink?"

After leaving this sentence, Mr. Yin turned around and left.

Shi Dongbai on the bed maintained this position and fell into a brief sleep. After a while, he sat up by himself with his forehead propped up. He was still dizzy, and the hangover soup had shadows in his eyes, but no one cared about him.

If you want to feel better, you have to drink it yourself.

The corner of Shi Dongbai's mouth twitched into a wry smile, and he picked up the hangover soup on the table and drank it down in one gulp.

After drinking, he fell asleep again. He didn't know how long he slept. He heard Yin Tingjun suppressing his anger in the living room in a daze.

Shi Dongbai slowly opened his eyes, the sky outside was already dark, and there was still a faint afterglow of the setting sun.

Yin Tingjun's voice came indistinctly through the door, "Wu Qing is getting more courageous."

He hadn't been so angry for a long time, and his handsome face was gloomy and terrifying.

Jiang Qian stood opposite him, not even daring to speak.

This is still the situation where Mr. Yin is suppressing his anger because he is worried that Mr. Shi is sleeping.

Jiang Qian had been with Mr. Yin for ten years, and it was the first time he saw Yin Tingjun so angry.

There is only one thought in my heart: the Jiang family is over.

Sure enough, any of the next few things Mr. Yin ordered would destroy the century-old foundation of the Jiang family.

Jiang Qian nodded slightly, "Okay, Mr. Yin."

Yin Tingjun's computer was suspended on the airport's surveillance.

On the screen, the red string on Shi Dongbai's wrist is very small, but Yin Tingjun can see it clearly.

The slender red rope was snapped abruptly, and was thrown to the ground and trampled to pieces with the ticking of flesh and blood.

Yin Tingjun's fingers by his side twitched unconsciously, as if a thin red rope was strung around his wrist.

It might as well be in his hands.

That person's skin is so tender, it turns red when pinched.

And so squeamish, he didn't want to touch it hard.

Such a person was actually scraped off a piece of flesh.

Yin Tingjun stood up abruptly, strode into the bedroom.

Shi Dongbai regained consciousness a little, and looked at him with bright black eyes.

Yin Tingjun's face was full of rain, and when he saw Shi Dongbai woke up, he paused, and his expression calmed down a little.

Shi Dongbai said in a weak voice, "Boss Yin why is he so angry."

Yin Tingjun's tall body stood at the door, blocking the warm light in the living room, looked at Shi Dongbai who was trapped in the darkness, and said, "Why didn't you tell me?"

I also deliberately covered the wound with the wristband. In the weather of more than 30 degrees, how painful would it be to wear the wristband on the wound after absorbing sweat?

Shi Dongbai said lightly: "Boss Yin doesn't want me anymore. Naturally, all monsters and monsters will come to him."

The voice fell, and the room was silent.

Yin Tingjun was facing away from the light, Shi Dongbai couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, and he was too lazy to look at it.

What did he say these for?

Both of them have broken up, and Mr. Yin is engaged.

He shouldn't have come today, it's fine if he came, and he said these unclear words.

As if he wanted to hang Yin Tingjun on purpose, even if Yin Tingjun was engaged, he would not let him go.

Shi Dongbai buried his face in the pillow, feeling that he really lost all face today.

An arrogant and cold person like Yin Tingjun is probably thinking how to mock and scold Shi Dongbai?

The more Shi Dongbai thought about it, the more he had a headache, and he shrank back into the quilt a little more.

Yin Tingjun didn't speak, he backed out of the door, and helped Shi Dongbai close the door.

Shi Dongbai sighed when he heard the door close.

As expected, Boss Yin still had self-cultivation, and left without scolding him.

Across the door, Yin Tingjun still held his hand on the doorknob, and stood with his head down at the door.

After a while, a deep and hoarse voice said, "You don't want me."