CEO Loves Wife As Life

Su Wen took a deep breath and walked down.

Liu Qingyan had already opened the door, and the classical vermillion door opened. Pushing it open, the interior was extravagantly decorated to the point of being inconceivable. Not in keeping with the simplicity of its appearance.

There should be banquets on the first floor right? There was a huge crystal chandelier above his head, and the living room was very large. He estimated that it could accommodate more than 100 people. There was also a stage sized staircase in the middle with a black piano.

Everything was spotless, obviously there were people taking care of everything. As Su Ming was thinking, a servant had already walked down from the second floor. He lowered his head and did not even look at them as he replied in a sensible and proper manner, "The bedroom is already prepared."

"Understood, you can leave." Liu Qingyan threw the keys on the piano box and, with his other hand, he had already grabbed Su Mo's letter. He then headed straight for the room on the second floor.

Su Mo's face turned red.

There were probably more than a dozen women who were brought here by a man for fun. When they passed by the servant, Su Ming could see the scorn in the other party's eyes.

She clenched her fists, but she didn't feel wronged.

She deserved it.

Liu Qingyan didn't notice that Su Mo was so dispirited. After they entered the room, Liu Qingyan immediately pressed her against the wall and bit her neck. His movements were eager to the point of being rude.

No wonder she picked him out yesterday.

This time, she was as docile as a little sheep.

However, he still did it for a long time. The moment he thought about the possibility that Du Haichuan and Yuwen Nan might have gotten their hands on her, Liu Qingyan felt infuriated.

It was as if he wanted to use his own scars to erase the shadows of those two.

"In short, Su Ming's letter was very cooperative. He would speak up when he needed to speak, but he was not that emotional."

After finishing his words, Liu Qingyan lay on the bed with a frown on his face. After looking at her for a long time, he was unable to find anything amiss.

"I thought you were going to put up some resistance." "No," he said.

"Sorry, I wasn't able to cheer you up, I let you down." Su Ming placed the blanket on himself, turned around, and replied indifferently.

Liu Qingyan restrained himself, refusing to look her in the eye. He got up naked and went to take a shower.

Su Wen then curled himself up and continued to raise his body on the bed.

How many more days would he need to wait like this?

As long as she didn't continue to act rashly, perhaps in two to three days, Liu Qingyan would allow him to return.

Just as he was deep in thought, the phone that Liu Qingyan had placed on the table rang. Su Mo hadn't intended to pick it up, but when he raised his head to take a look, he realized that it was the number of Mo Qingyan.

Surprised, she quickly grabbed her phone.

The sound of water splashing could be heard in the bathroom. Liu Qingyan was currently bathing, so he probably didn't hear anything.

"Little ants?"

"Letter! Not good! Yuanbao suddenly had a fever and was sent to the emergency room!" Mo Juren was flustered.

Shanghai, Yuwen Mansion.

"Young Master, the things have been brought back." An old man in a butler's uniform carefully placed Yun Ziqi on the table.

In front of him was a slim back. It was wearing very loose casual clothes, but when worn on his body, it was exceptionally beautiful and elegant.

"Yes." "Yes." The other party replied. It was clear and indifferent, with a hint of coldness that came naturally to them. "Wrap it up, I'm going to give it away."

"Aren't I giving it to the old master?" Butler was startled as he carefully asked.

Outsiders might not know about this, but the reason why the old master endured the pain of donating Yun Ziqi to him was to win over a woman, so he was actually reluctant to part with it.

"Giving it to its owner who doesn't treasure it, isn't it like throwing pearls before a pearl in the dark?" The man said in a mocking tone: "This was my mother's thing, not his."