Sickly Love: Master Ruan, fierce and aggressive!

The clerk respectfully helped them change their clothes and sent them away. Song wanwei sitting in the car was exhausted.

Song wanwei never thought that changing her wedding dress was also an individual work. She just sat there doing nothing and could be so tired.

"Don't you go home yet?"

After delivery, I saw that the driving direction was still not the direction of the villa, and gradually collapsed.

"Go and see what kind of wedding photos you want to take. We'll take them tomorrow."

With that, Ruan Tingchen couldn't help driving forward. Ruan Junyan and song Tangtang were so tired that they fell asleep in the back seat. The space in the car suddenly became quiet. Song wanwei had the opportunity to ask the questions she had always wanted to ask.

"Are you because of Zhou Xinyi?"

Song wanwei hesitated and married the Zhou family. It seems that it is not the best choice for the Ruan family. Even looking at Zhou Xinyi's character, she has no potential to be Mrs. Ruan.

"What are you talking about? We're all married."

Ruan Tingchen had no regrets in his tone, as if he were simply stating a certain fact.

"Just what Zhou Xinyi did reminded me that I still owe you a complete wedding. I thought they would know the news of our wedding, but they seemed a little stupid."

Ruan Tingchen's tone was naturally spoiled. Song wanwei didn't adapt to it, but he acknowledged and respected their marriage, which made song wanwei very happy.

"My child's mother can be anyone, but my wife can only be you." Ruan Tingchen added for fear that song wanwei could not understand the essence and connotation of his words.

He should have never said such sour words. When he said this, the expression on Ruan Tingchen's face could not be described as unnatural. He just wanted to find a way to drill in.

I love you can be said in many ways, such as "against the wind is like understanding the meaning, easy not to destroy", or "once the sea is difficult for water, except that Wushan is not a cloud". Even today, song wanwei learned that Ruan Tingchen's "my child's mother can be anyone, but my wife can only be you." I love you in her ear.

"And you?"

Song wanwei didn't make a statement for a long time. Ruan Tingchen felt inexplicably flustered. Song wanwei suddenly had a mood of teasing her son. She just didn't speak. Instead, she turned her head and looked at Ruan Tingchen jokingly and said, "what's the matter with me?"

The car suddenly stopped. It turned out that Ruan Tingchen's foot on the accelerator guessed the end. Ruan Junyan and song Tangtang in the back seat were interrupted in their sleep and groaned, but it was a child and fell asleep again.

"You know what I'm talking about?"

Ruan Tingchen's tone is somewhat unnatural. He has always been used to bossing things in the Ruan family, whether it's the company's decision-making or the layout of small rooms in the old house. He didn't know what fear and meanness were until he met song wanwei.

His humble desire for her response gave him the same intention, and he was afraid that she would disappear like six years ago. She entered his world and brought earth shaking changes to his life. His home in his mind was no longer a cold house like old lady Ruan, but a warm and vibrant family of four.

"I'm just like you."

Hearing this, Ruan Tingchen felt that all his previous panic had disappeared.

Song wanwei looked at him with a sigh of relief and felt a little funny. She teased him: "so you're not afraid that you'll make old lady Ruan unhappy?"

Sure enough, Ruan Tingchen's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye and answered her, "how she is has nothing to do with me."

The car turned back to the villa because song wanwei said she was too tired. After a while, several top photographers came to the villa to discuss the shooting style.

Song wanwei took a panoramic view of everything and sighed that it's good to have money.

She was never married. When song wanwei was woken up by the makeup artist the next day, she almost collapsed.

Song wanwei rubbed her bleary eyes and yawned: "can't you be late?"

The makeup artist smiled and refused her: "we need to take a group of photos of sunrise. It's very nice. It's still worth getting up early."

Ruan Tingchen has always been self disciplined. It's just time for him to get up. He soberly looked at the confused song wanwei and went up to rub her face.

"Wake up, aren't you happy to take wedding photos?"

Well, although she nodded her head, song wanwei was really unhappy from the bottom of her heart.

Ruan Tingchen's face belongs to the kind that God likes to eat. Throwing it in the entertainment circle is like a picture production machine. The photographer is a liberator. He is also a kind of violent person. He has a good face and plays tricks in the mall every day.

Usually, she just knew that he was good-looking. When she really saw the photos, song wanwei sighed like this. She seemed to pack him up and throw him into the entertainment industry and earn more than a billion by relying on his face.

From the morning to the evening, Ruan Tingchen was satisfied. He dragged song wanwei home. He couldn't wait to upload this photo with his social account, and wrote: "please stop the slander against my wife immediately, otherwise I will investigate legal responsibility at all costs and protect the legitimate rights of me and my wife."

With the picture, Ruan Tingchen specially chose the wedding photo of him staring at Song wanwei, breaking the inverted paste of song wanwei in other people. The other one is the photo of two people's marriage certificates, with obvious steel seal.

As soon as the news was sent out, the media seemed to blow up the pot and left messages under Ruan Tingchen's news. Ruan Tingchen glanced faintly and turned off the computer.

"You're really easy."

Ruan Tingchen sat in his study, and song wanwei sat obliquely in the armrest of his chair. She looked very close.

"Of course, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't even pay attention to such rumors. I would send a lawyer's letter directly."

"Then I want to thank you?"

Song wanwei was happy. She thought Ruan Tingchen wouldn't care about her at all. Unexpectedly, she talked with her for a long time here.

Ruan Tingchen pulled song wanwei down from her chair. Song wanwei fell down on Ruan Tingchen's lap. He looked at her and asked, "of course, how are you going to thank me. “

Song wanwei didn't think of the sudden progress of things. She wanted to sit up. However, Ruan Tingchen's hand was like an iron cage and forcibly hooped her in her arms.

"What are you doing?"

Song wanwei was a little nervous. Since the relationship between her and Ruan Tingchen eased, they rarely had such close contact. They lived in a villa, but they always had two rooms.