My Schizophrenic CEO Husband

Cheng Anran looks at Tang Yiyu's dark eyes.

His eyes were calm and firm, without any distractions.

He did want to put all this decision in her hands.

Because she is the one who is bullied and wronged.

He helped her find evidence and protected her. Obviously, he was facing great interests, but he still respected her choice.

As long as she said a word, as long as she said she wanted Xiao Ling to suffer in prison, he would probably do it immediately regardless of whether he had any interests or not.

Cheng Anran's heart pulled up, like a piece of paper crumpled gently, with slight dull pain and continuous pain.

She has never been so cherished, respected and distressed.

From small to large, who cares about her feelings? Who gave her such warmth?

Cheng Anran finds it too difficult to resist Tang Yiyu's gentleness.

She walked in the dark for a long time. In fact, she was used to walking alone, but the light came in and the man appeared.

Her road is no longer dark. With his light and his fingers, she seems to be able to go to any beautiful place in the world.

This kind of tenderness that can't escape is what she fears most.

Because I know how good he is, I know I can't fall into it. I have to be touched again and again.

The emotion that did not dare to be announced to her mouth grew like crazy in the dark, which she could not control on her own.

Tang Yiyu suddenly asked, "what are you staring at me for?"

Cheng Anran returned to her senses a little, took back her eyes awkwardly, and said awkwardly, "I just want to see what kind of immortal you are. I found the evidence so soon. I thought it was very difficult. You solved it all at once. It's too powerful."

Tang Yiyu was not very proud of being praised. After all, in his opinion, it was no difficulty because of Xiao Ling's stupidity.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "anyway, for Xiao Ling, I am the God of death."

Cheng Anran burst into laughter and was really laughed at.

She breathed out a breath. Finally, in order to stabilize her mind, she looked at Tang Yiyu and said, "I've decided."

Tang Yiyu looked at her: "what do you want to do?"

Cheng Anran: "knock hard."

Tang Yiyu's smile widened: "is that all right? If you strike a pen, the other party will take the initiative to withdraw the matter. It's nothing. If you want to sue her in turn, she will face prison."

Cheng Anran said, "but if I sue her for the same slander as her, right? To be honest, I despise it. I can muddy the water when the other party slanders me, but I can't put the other party in prison in the same way as the other party. This is a matter of moral standards."

It is true that she is a Scorpio. If she has revenge, she will repay me. If someone deceives me, I will pay back one foot.

But she is not those people. She has no moral bottom line for her own self-interest. She can even frame others to go to jail.

This kind of person is a natural evil. She can't do it.

Everyone's moral yardstick has a minimum line. When a person breaks through this line, the bottom is an abyss.

Today she can send Xiao Ling to prison for her own sake. What about tomorrow?

She doesn't dare to think about what she will do tomorrow.

Tang Yiyu looks at Cheng Anran with appreciation.

She is really special. She has a bottom line and principles. She is neither blind nor indulgent in using her rights.

She is really a passer-by with herself.

The more you stand in a high position, the more power and money you hold in your hand, the easier it will be for people to blur the moral yardstick. Tang Yiyu has always adhered to her original heart, and he believes that Cheng Anran will also adhere to her original heart, although she has stood in the position of Mrs. Tang.

Tang Yiyu was in a happy mood: "let's discuss how to seek benefits."

Cheng Anran rubbed his hands and his excited eyes lit up: "finally, it's my favorite part of sharing stolen goods. Love Liao, love Liao."

Tang Yiyu looked at her with great interest. Her eyes lit up and showed a greedy look. He didn't notice it. He seemed to look at her a little more today.

It's like I've been glued to her since I came home.

There seemed to be a faint fragrance in the air. He knew it was Cheng Anran's taste. He didn't know if he was used to it. He didn't feel uncomfortable anymore. He even began to guess what kind of flower fragrance it was, so he couldn't help getting a little closer.

After the two discussed, it was 9 p.m. and Cheng Anran stretched.

Tang Yiyu is also going upstairs to have a rest.

Cheng Anran looked at Tang Yiyu's back, thought and asked, "president Tang -"

Tang Yiyu's eye knife flew over. Cheng Anran quickly raised her hands and surrendered: "husband, it's husband!"

"Well, say." a husband is cool.

Cheng Anran: "I want to say, I live here. You can really adapt, can't you?"

Tang Yiyu: "well, there's nothing unsuitable."

Cheng Anran was a little happy: "I was thinking that after you contacted me for some time, I think you can adapt to my existence. Even when I live in, you don't have to spray disinfectant immediately. So I think you can try to cure this disease? Have you tried desensitization therapy?"

Tang Yiyu was in a good mood. After hearing this, he cooled down.

It was the kind of cold visible to the naked eye. Cheng Anran immediately realized that it was bad.

I was a little floating and stepped on his minefield.

Tang Yiyu looked at her and his voice was cold eight degrees: "cure? Why should I cure?"

Cheng Anran's heart jumped to her throat. She realized that she might have said something she shouldn't say. Cheng Anran also meant to shrink back, so she was embarrassed and said, "I just think I can and can help you if you want to cure."

Tang Yiyu's eyes were cold: "Cheng Anran, tool people should look like tool people. Don't think about something you shouldn't think about."

A word made Cheng Anran look like death.

The little embarrassed emotion in her heart seemed to be thoroughly read by Tang Yiyu for a moment.

Tang Yiyu turned and went upstairs.

Cheng Anran sat there for a long time before she came back to her senses.

She covered her face bitterly and muttered, "I'm really a fool."

Just had the idea, don't see through, and was warned not to Miss Xiao.

She was too ashamed and embarrassed.

She knew she shouldn't trespass.

About his secret, about his wound, about his illness, are things that are not allowed to touch.

It's good to be an honest and regular tool man, so you don't have to be embarrassed and uncomfortable.

She should have a memory for this refusal.

Upstairs, Tang Yiyu stood at the corner, pursed her thin lips, watched Cheng Anran get up and silently returned to her own room.

In fact, he didn't guess what Cheng Anran meant. He just couldn't accept her kindness.

Resist the invisible things.