CEO's Imprisoned Wife

But no matter prince charming and Cinderella, or Princess and bodyguard, they all live in fairy tales.

No matter how beautiful it is, it can't defeat the naked reality.

"Yan Haoyuan, you and me are the story of prince charming and Cinderella."

Luo Shaner raised his head and looked at Yan Haoyuan with a smile.

They have known each other for only a few months, from the initial resentment to the wonderful emotion after they are familiar with it.

Man, it's really a wonderful thing.

Think about the time when she just met Yan Haoyuan. I'm afraid she wouldn't expect that she and Yan Haoyuan would get closer and closer. Until now, she can't understand this relationship.

There was evidence between them. Although Yan Haoyuan sometimes spoiled her, like a fairy tale, Luo Shaner was afraid that it would burst sooner or later, just like a soap bubble.

Yan Haoyuan's big hand rubbed Luo Shaner's small head, and a spoiled smile came up at the corners of his mouth, but he looked very serious.

"Shaner, you've never been Cinderella, and I've never been prince charming. I just want to be good with you all my life."

Yan Haoyuan's words undoubtedly swept the itch in Luo Shaner's heart.

Luo Shaner felt a burst of sweetness in his heart, and the smile on the corners of his mouth gradually expanded, but he deliberately hummed and said, "since you are not a prince charming, I don't want to be with you. After all, I'm looking forward to the day when my prince charming appears."

Although he said so, Luo Shaner shrank into Yan Haoyuan's arms, holding his waist tightly with his small hand.

"Good son." Yan Haoyuan said in a low voice.

"Hmm?" Luo Shaner responded softly.

Yan Haoyuan rolled over and pressed Luo Shaner under him. He stared at her with burning eyes, slid his throat and said, "I want you."

Luo Shaner's small face suddenly turned red and his head jammed.

"I said, I want you."

Yan Haoyuan's eyes were full of red blood. His eyes were full of forbearing desire. His big hand covered Luo Shaner's waist and waited for her answer.

Luo Shaner felt Yan Haoyuan's abnormality, and his little face became more blushing. Finally, he closed his eyes and nodded gently.

With Luo Shaner's consent, Yan Haoyuan quickly took off Luo Shaner's pajamas, aimed at her small mouth and kissed her.

Luo Shaner just responded clumsily and let Yan Haoyuan guide her.

"Well, can you lighten up? I'm afraid of pain."

Luo Shaner's voice was as low as a mosquito. He blushed and murmured.

After all, she was impressed by the pain that night.

Yan Haoyuan hooked the corner of his mouth, spoiled and kissed Luo Shaner's clavicle, gradually fell down, and said in a hoarse voice, "relax, I'll take my time."

Yan Haoyuan endured and guided Luo Shaner with patience.

The two had a happy night. Yan Haoyuan asked Luo Shaner many times until she died of exhaustion and sleep. Yan Haoyuan reluctantly took her to the bathroom to help wash her body.

The next day, when Luo Shaner woke up, he felt a burst of back pain, and his whole body was like falling apart.

"You're awake."

Yan Haoyuan, sitting on the sofa and looking at the documents, heard the movement on the bed, picked up the milk prepared early in the morning on the small tea table, sat down by the bed and handed it to Luo Shaner.

Luo Shaner gave him an angry look. He had a little conscience. He took the milk and drank it.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Luo Shaner handed Yan Haoyuan the empty cup, but saw someone staring at her like a wolf. Luo Shaner shrank back.

This guy won't turn into a wolf early in the morning.

Yan Haoyuan hooked the corner of his mouth, flashed a hint of fun in his eyes, bullied him and locked Luo Shaner between him and the wall.

"You, what are you doing?" Luo Shaner was tossed by him for most of the night last night. Now he really has no energy to deal with him again.

"Yes."

Yan Haoyuan spit out a heavy bass, then the big hand landlord Luo Shaner's shoulder directly pulled the person down into his arms, aimed at the residual milk on her lips, licked it, and soon let her go.

Luo Shaner was greatly relieved.

Seeing Yan Haoyuan looking at her with a smile, Luo Shaner couldn't help but annoy him. OK, what are you always teasing her to do?

"By the way, where's ling'er? Is she any better?" Luo Shan'er asked Wei Ling. His beautiful eyebrows were not close and slightly closed.

Yan Hao went to the wardrobe, took a suit of clothes, handed it to Luo Shaner, and then said, "ling'er, she woke up this morning. Then Mr. Wei's people came and took her away."

Someone was picked up?

"What about Song Yang? Is he all right?" Luo Shaner was more worried about Song Yang.

She knows Song Yang very well. Although he looks very forthright and grumpy on the outside, he is actually very sensitive at the bottom of his heart. He is so sensitive that he is afraid of hurting anyone close to him.

Now Wei Ling has a hidden disease. With Song Yang's temperament, he will certainly blame himself for all this.

Thinking so, Luo Shaner was even more uneasy. He quickly changed his clothes and washed, and then ran to find song yang.

Although Yan Hao couldn't see that Luo Shaner cared about Song Yang so much, he had to bear his unhappiness at this moment.

In the room, the air was filled with a strong smell of wine.

When Luo Shaner found Song Yang, he saw such a situation.

Empty wine bottles were placed everywhere on the ground, and several bottles of red wine were placed on the tea table. Song Yang was drunk lying on the sofa, drinking wine like boiled water.

Luo Shaner sat beside Song Yang silently and looked at his appearance. He felt a twinge of pain in his heart.

"Song Yang, stop drinking."

Luo Shaner wanted to grab the wine bottle in his hand, but Song Yang held it so tightly that there was no way to stop him.

"Song Yang, when did you become so cowardly? Song Yang, who I know, is not afraid. Even if the sky collapses, he is only the one who will move forward bravely. But look what you are like now? If you really like ling'er, try to catch her back. If Mr. Wei doesn't recognize you, take the initiative to let him recognize you. You are here What's the use of drinking? "

Luo Shaner preached to Song Yang.

"Are you so drunk that you can change Mr. Wei's mind and promise to send ling'er back? Song Yang, will you cheer up? I believe that as long as you think, there will be a solution."

Song Yang softened and struggled to get up from the sofa, muttering with a drunken face: "Shaner, do you really have a way?"

Then he fell into Luo Shaner's arms.

Luo Shaner hurried to keep him, and then comfortingly patted him on the shoulder, "yes, there will be."

The intimate scene of the two was just seen by Yan Haoyuan who came in.

Someone's face suddenly darkened.

"Hey, Yan Haoyuan, you're just in time. Help him to the bed." Luo Shaner asked Yan Haoyuan to help.

In order not to let Song Yang continue to stay in his woman's arms, Yan Haoyuan resisted the idea of beating him up and dragged him to bed.

"I say you are. Knowing that ling'er was taken away, Song Yang must be in a bad mood. Why don't you call me up earlier."

Luo Shaner took care of Song Yang and angrily scolded Yan Haoyuan.

Yan Haoyuan was wronged. He just saw that Luo Shaner was tired for so long last night and wanted her to have a rest.

As for Song Yang, he wants to live or die, whatever his business is.

In the sanatorium, Wei Ling, who was picked up by Wei Zhe, was making a noise.

"Dad, I beg you. For my face this time, please help Song Yang. I beg you."

Wei Ling blinked and prayed for Wei Zhe to help Song Yang solve the shooting site.

Wei Zhe grimaced and said to Wei Ling, "ling'er, which point does Song Yang deserve you? You have to help him like this."

"Oh, Dad, I just like him. What's the matter? If it hadn't been for him, I would have died now." Wei Ling argued that after the car accident, if Song Yang hadn't sent uncle Luo and her to the hospital at the first time, I'm afraid they would have died long ago.

"Yes, he once saved you, but didn't I promise to let lovin live here and give him the green light secretly? Otherwise, you think he can become a popular director in a few years because he is a poor boy?"

"Dad, I'm your daughter. Is my life so valuable in your eyes?" Wei Lingqi's body trembled.

"Dad, I think you must know Song Yang's talent. Yes, he can become a popular director. You really have a part to play. But if Song Yang doesn't have any real talent and learning, do you think even if you secretly praise him, he will sit firmly as a popular director?"

Wei Ling blushed and his eyes were full of stubbornness.

"Dad, I can tell you very clearly now that I have a crush on Song Yang in my life. No matter who you stop me, I won't compromise any more."

Coldly put down this sentence, Wei Ling turned and left. Just a few steps, his foot was soft, and the whole person fell to the ground. Scared, Wei Zhe hurried to call the doctor.

"Ling'er, how is she?" Wei Zhe asked song Junjie.

Song Junjie came to Paris a month ago and became the attending doctor of Wei Ling.

"Mr. Wei, ling'er is in a bad situation now. The successive onset of the disease in recent days has made her physically weaker. The most important thing at present is to have a good rest. It's best not to have too much emotional fluctuation, otherwise the condition will be bad repeatedly."

Song Junjie gave Wei Ling an anti fever needle, frowned slightly, and reported the situation to Wei Zhe.

"Mr. Wei, I don't know if I should say something."

He also heard something about the conversation between the two just now.

Wei Zhe looked at Wei Ling on the bed. He didn't know what he was thinking in his eyes. He just gave a faint um and motioned song Junjie to continue.