CEO Wants to Marry Me

He Yumeng saw that he didn't treat himself as an outsider at all, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help pumping slightly.

Then Lang Jiahe took out his lighter, went to the fireplace and lit the firewood inside.

The fire was burning, and the heat projected on him made he Yumeng tremble and feel better.

"Take it off." Lang Jiahe looked into he Yumeng's eyes and said.

"Ah?" He Yumeng didn't react for a moment and stared at Lang Jiahe opposite with a pair of apricot eyes.

"I asked you to take off your clothes and stick them wet. Isn't it uncomfortable?" Lang Jiahe said and took off his shirt.

Because the back was burned before and the blood had solidified, now the clothes were torn at first, and all the original wounds were torn.

Lang Jiahe couldn't help but "tear" and took a breath. He threw his clothes directly to the ground.

When I think of what the smell of rain is, I'm busy looking at the smell of blood on my back.

"Nothing. Take off your clothes and dry them." Lang Jiahe stopped he Yumeng so that she couldn't come forward to check her wound.

"Unless you show me what's going on, I'll freeze to death." He Yumeng didn't know where the courage came from and threatened Lang Jiahe.

But as soon as she finished, she regretted that she threatened Lang Jiahe with her own safety. How naive she was to think of this!

It seems that she has really had a good time. Now she has forgotten. In fact, what hurt her the most is Lang Jiahe?

Unexpectedly, Lang Jiahe softened his originally tight face after hearing he Yumeng's worried words.

"So worried about me?" Lang Jiahe took a step forward and looked at he Yumeng and asked.

He Yumeng was pressed by him step by step, and his face turned a little red. He said unnaturally, "it's ok if you don't let me see it, but you let me take off my clothes now. How can I rest assured? What won't you do to me? "

"You really think too much. Even if I want to do something, I will choose a suitable field to fight in the field instead of performing live spring palace under the eyes of others." Lang Jiahe said disdainfully.

Drink he Yumeng speechless. Why does this man always think of things as crooked places.

"What are you doing here? If you don't do it yourself, I'll do it. " Lang Jiahe said he was coming to pull he Yumeng's clothes.

He Yumeng turned around to avoid his attack and quickly said, "then turn your back quickly."

Langjiahe didn't speak, but went directly to the fireplace and sat down. He closed his eyes and began to sleep.

He Yumeng tilted his mouth and sat down beside the fireplace. First, he carefully took off his coat and slowly put it in front of the fireplace to dry.

After the clothes were dried, she took off another one and put on the dry one first. After about an hour, she baked the clothes.

Because the clothes he was wearing were very warm, he Yumeng rubbed his hands, leaned against the fireplace and slowly slept.

Lang Jiahe, on the other hand, had already fallen asleep when he was leaning against the fireplace to take a nap because he was too tired.

The room was quiet, and occasionally two people could breathe one after another. The rain outside gradually decreased, and the rain fell from the branches and leaves, leaving a pattering sound.

The next day, he Yumeng woke up under the gaze of the old man. Seeing the old man staring at himself, he Yumeng was a little embarrassed and his face was slightly red.

"I'm sorry, uncle, because it was too cold yesterday, we borrowed your fireplace and baked our clothes for a while. Who knows that we fell asleep before the rain stopped. But don't worry, we'll give you how much we should spend." He Yumeng immediately explained.

"Are you hungry? Come and have some when you're hungry. I've already made breakfast. " The old man just left this sentence and walked in the direction of the kitchen.

The old man didn't want anything, which made he Yumeng more embarrassed.

She turned to look at langjah and found that he was sleeping soundly.

Thinking that he had not been able to see his injured back before, he Yumeng crept over and wanted to pick up cheerful Jiahe's body to find out.

But before her hand touched langjah, his bright eyes suddenly opened.

He Yumeng was startled and quickly said, "the uncle is going to call us up for breakfast. Do you want to have some?"

"Go, aren't you hungry yet? Bring me my clothes. " Lang Jiahe glanced at his clothes hanging by the fireplace and said to he Yumeng.

After Lang Jiahe dressed up, the old man came out with two plates of food.

He put them on the table and said to them, "there is no food at home. You can make do with it. It can be regarded as yesterday's reward for helping me watch the door."

"Uncle, we are even more embarrassed because you took us in, otherwise we would have fainted on the road after being caught in the rain all night." He Yumeng said.

Then she glanced at Lang Jiahe and wanted him to say something.

But Lang Jiahe didn't seem to hear the conversation between them. He bowed his head and ate the food in his bowl.

He Yumeng chatted with the old man without a word. She knew that the old man's son had just died in an accident a few days ago. Now the old man is alone in the whole room. He doesn't want to feel a little lonely.

"When you came yesterday, my son happened to come to see me in my dream. Maybe it was all arranged by God. Now I just hope to accumulate more blessings and give my son to heaven." The old man said the saddest things, but his face was peaceful, as if he was talking about other people's stories, which had nothing to do with himself.

He Yumeng knew that his arrival had interrupted the yin-yang encounter between the old man and his son, and she was even more sorry. She said slightly, "uncle, you are so good, and your son must be very good in heaven now."

"He was a good man before." The old man said with an uncontrollable look of pride on his face.

He Yumeng looked at the old man and sighed slightly in his heart. He only hoped that God could make the old man's future life more beautiful.

Lang Jiahe borrowed their home phone, dialed his men's number, ordered a few words over there, and then hung up.

Looking at he Yumeng chatting with the old man, the way they smiled made him feel very warm, and suddenly gave birth to a feeling of home.

About another hour later, the sound of honking the car horn suddenly sounded outside the door. Lang Jiahe knew that his men should have arrived.

"Well, it's time for us to go back." Lang Jiahe walked up to two people who were talking enthusiastically and said to he Yumeng.

He Yumeng said goodbye to the old man, who insisted on sending two people out.

When he came outside the house, he Yumeng found that a car had been parked, but the person standing in front of the car was not Zhang Zheng, but another person she didn't know.

"President." Seeing langjiahe and his party coming out, the man hurried to langjiahe and bowed down and said.

Lang Jiahe nodded slightly, and the man took out a large pile of money and handed it to Lang Jiahe.

"This old man, we thank you for helping us. I hope you can take it." Lang Jiahe took the money and went to the old man and said. His face was not as cold as before, but with a look of expectation.

The old man refused immediately and said, "I'm not only helping you, but also benefiting my son. I also want to thank you for giving me this opportunity."

"Uncle, you'd better take it. We've bothered you for too long from yesterday to today. If you don't take it, we really feel sorry." He Yumeng pulled the old man's arm and said.

The old man turned to look at he Yumeng and sighed. After a while, he said, "before, if my son hadn't had an accident, it would be nice to marry a daughter-in-law like you."

Listening to the old man's words, Lang Jiahe felt a little unhappy. After directly putting the money into the old man's hand, Lang Jiahe dragged he Yumeng to his side, held he Yumeng's waist tightly with his fingers, and said to the old man, "sorry, she is already my wife. It's getting late today. Let's leave first. Thank you for your help."

Just when he Yumeng was confused, she had been brought to the car by Lang Jiahe, opened the door and stuffed it in. Lang Jiahe also sat in and closed the door.

His men did not dare to neglect. After nodding to the old man, he got into the driver's seat and started the car.

The old man looked at the back of the car leaving, grabbed the money in his hand, and turned back to the house. Only his eyes, which had just become hale and hearty because of talking with he Yumeng, began to be dull again.

He Yumeng looked at the old man behind for a long time. Until he couldn't see the old man, he turned to Lang Jiahe and said, "what are you crazy about? Why did you suddenly pull me away without letting my uncle and I say goodbye. "

After saying goodbye, you will soon become someone else's daughter-in-law. Lang Jiahe thought bitterly. Of course, he couldn't say these words, so he said leisurely: "I'm just worried about Zhang Zheng's situation. I don't know how he is now. I heard that he was injured yesterday to save us."

"What? How did this happen? " He Yumeng worried and said, "he's safe now. Isn't there any danger?"

Lang Jiahe glanced at his men in front. After receiving the president's gaze in the car mirror, the man in front hurriedly said, "brother is basically stable now. The doctor said it's no big deal. He just wanted to come to pick you up, but he was forcibly stopped by his brothers."

"It's okay, it's okay." He Yumeng said it twice in a row, like comforting herself. After all, what she experienced yesterday was too terrible. She will never forget. When the car exploded, the dazzling light was about to blind her eyes. The surrounding heat made her feel like she was about to be melted. It was a kind of despair on the verge of death.

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