Getting Married One Night

Wen Nanzhi stood in the middle of the room, behind him stood two maids.

In the room, Gong Shen and Lin Wanxin sat on the sofa.

Lin Wanxin is now like a hostess. Her body is half attached to the palace, and her speaking attitude also has the momentum of the host's family.

When Lin Wanxin said that Wen Nanzhi would not harm her, she seemed tolerant, but in fact, she used her kindness to set off Wen Nanzhi's fault in a different way.

Wen Nanzhi's limbs were stiff, and Gong Shen's eyes rolled her body like a needle again and again, except for pain.

Everyone present is waiting for Gong Shen to speak.

Lin Wanxin glanced at Wen Nanzhi and noticed some different looks on her. He could only dissolve it with a smile, "forget it, it's not a big deal. I'll wipe it myself later."

Lin Wanxin wanted to get up from the sofa, but Gong Shen took him into his arms. His face was slightly red, but his body involuntarily leaned over.

"Kneel on the ground and wipe it again." Gong's gloomy tone coupled with his charming and mocking face, the intention was more obvious.

Lin Wanxin immediately relaxed her lips and said falsely, "Mr. Gong, don't do this. She's also hurt. In this way, her body will be unbearable."

"Wen Nanzhi, did you hear what I said?" Gong Shen's voice was cold again.

Wen Nanzhi looked at Gong Shen and remembered what uncle Zhong said. When he inhaled, almost all the pain in his waist was transferred to his hands.

"Yes." Wennan Zhise said, "I'll wipe it clean."

She squatted down with one breath and tried not to touch her wound. When she twisted the rag, she specially secretly observed Lin Wanxin.

Lin Wanxin frowned and looked at her reluctantly, but there was no obstruction.

Under the eyes of others, Wen Nanzhi still knelt on the ground and began to wipe the ground. When her arms push forward, she needs to take a deep breath to relieve the pain in her waist.

Until her face was pale and cold sweat came out, and the movement of her hands became slower and slower.

"Nanzhi, are you uncomfortable? If you're uncomfortable, you can say it." Lin Wanxin said with concern, but his body movements haven't changed. He also explained hypocritically, "my body is inconvenient to move. Don't hold it."

Lin Wanxin's voice fell, and Gong Shen stood up from the sofa. He walked in front of Wen Nanzhi and blocked Wen Nanzhi's movement.

Wen Nanzhi looked up at his man and looked down at him. His eyes were blocked by a layer of thick eyelashes. The sporadic eyes on her were still like awn needles.

I don't know when he held a cigarette in his thin lips. With swallowing and puffing, his face became more blurred.

He bent down slowly with a strong sense of ridicule, "kneel and beg me, maybe I will let you go today."

Gong Shen's sense of oppression made Wen Nanzhi tighten the rag in his hand.

Gong Shen can't even let himself go. Why would he let others go?

Wen Nanzhi stared at his deep eyes close to him, and his voice trembled slightly to express his meaning, "Mr. Gong, I will clean the room until secretary Lin is satisfied."

Gong Shen's eyes narrowed, and his beautiful long eyelashes were pressed at the moment, raising a good-looking radian, but the corners of his eyes showed cold.

"Don't ask?" the voice suddenly cooled.

Gong Shen, wrapped in black Qi, stood up, snorted coldly, looked at the maid behind Wen Nanzhi, and the maid nodded immediately.

"Did she hear what she said just now?" Gong Shen said unhappily.

The maid bowed her head and said respectfully, "we see."

Wen Nanzhi knelt on the ground, his eyes became colder and colder, and the air seemed to condense suddenly because of Gong Shen's anger. No one dared to breathe hard.

Gong Shen looked at Wen Nanzhi with drooping eyes. Unexpectedly, she dared to sing against him. She couldn't stop her temper at once.

Seeing Gong Shen angry and ready to leave, Lin Wanxin immediately got up, "Mr. Gong, you... Where are you going? I'm a little scared here."

"I'll go upstairs and change my clothes." Gong Shen's tone suddenly eased.

This made Lin Wanxin feel inexplicably happy, so he smiled at him, "I'm waiting for you."

There is nothing strange about a simple conversation on ordinary people.

But on the weak and ruthless Gong Shen, if he didn't care, he would never be the one who answered questions.

Wen Nan Zhi's heart sank slowly, and his eyes glanced at Lin Wanxin were more complicated.

As soon as Gong Shen left, Lin Wanxin smiled at the maid behind Wen Nanzhi, "you all go busy. I don't want others to think I can't do anything. In fact, I'm just injured, not disabled. Don't worry about me."

"Secretary Lin, we are worried that you are too kind to let Wen Nanzhi go. She has a way to deal with men. The housekeeper, assistant Jin and even doctor Gu take good care of her." the maid said and poked the wound on Wen Nanzhi's waist.

With this poke, Wen Nanzhi took a breath, looked down and found that the blood had gradually printed his T-shirt.

Lin Wanxin said nervously, "don't say that. Nanzhi is Mr. Gong's wife. I'm nothing. If something happens to her, I can't afford it."

"What kind of womb wife is she? It's just a toy Mr. Gong uses to vent his emotions, which is more active than an inflatable doll. Secretary Lin is different from you. Mr. Gong takes care of you in every way. In the future, we all want to see your face. Why do you care about her? You can't die!"

The maid sneered at Wen Nanzhi and flattered Lin Wanxin.

Lin Wanxin heard that she covered her lips and asked the maid to go out first.

The door of the room closed gradually. Lin Wanxin went over Wen Nanzhi to the glass door connecting the balcony, opened one of the doors and let the breeze blow.

Lin Wanxin took a deep breath. The air was full of flowers. She finally lived in the palace. She was one step closer from the palace.

Wen Nanzhi looked at Lin Wanxin and made no secret of her joy, but her heart was getting heavier and heavier.

"It's you, isn't it?"

Lin Wanxin smiled, and her gorgeous face was suffused with a layer of love. Even if she was wearing a long sleeved high collar, her figure could not be hidden.

"What am I?" Lin Wanxin turned her head and looked at Wen Nanzhi with a puzzled expression.

Wen Nanzhi's eyes fell on Lin Wanxin's bandage from neck to wrist. For a moment, she was also asking herself whether she should doubt Lin Wanxin.

But when looking at Lin Wanxin's face again, Lin Wanxin's face is no longer kind and generous tenderness, adding a bit of vaguely cruel under the skin.

"You helped Xiao Lan kidnap me, and you set the fire." Wen Nanzhi covered the wound and her palm was soon sticky. She couldn't help gasping hard after saying this.

"Nanzhi, why do you think so? I'm so kind to you, how can you doubt me?" Lin Wanxin frowned and half closed his eyes were almost a few tears.

But the next moment.

Lin Wanxin burst out laughing. The considerate Lin Wanxin in his open eyes had disappeared. His eyes were coated with a layer of pride and irony, and the rising radian of the corners of his mouth was becoming larger and larger.

At this time, Lin Wanxin was different from what she had just looked like. She was soft, leaning against the glass door. She was graceful and full of spring. She raised her injured arm and looked at it repeatedly.

"So what if it's me? Don't you doubt it when you're in the hospital? So what? Do you think Gong Shen will believe you? It's ridiculous!"

Wen Nanzhi clenched his teeth and his breathing was urgent. "That's a life!"

Lin Wanxin sneered, "what does it have to do with me? She died to avenge you. I was hurt to save you. I can't wear short sleeves and low necked shirts. How can you blame me?"

Then Lin Wanxin turned into the gentle man again and said sadly, "Nanzhi, I'm also very poor, but why are you gong Shen's wife? Why didn't the fire burn you?"

In the face of Lin Wanxin's changes, Wen Nanzhi barely maintained his standing posture with a breath.