Hidden Marriage in a Rich Family: The Daughter Wife of a Billionaire CEO

The bodyguard at the door did not stop her this time.

Murong Wu knew in her heart that although these people were dressed as bodyguards, they were from killer backgrounds, because killers had a unique aura—the breath of death, killers, all crawled out of hell!

Murong Wu walked by, and followed the past with suspicious eyes.

In fact, this morning, when she called Chu Han, she was curious about her identity. At that time, Chu Han called again in person, and seemed to be a little bit admonishing: "The lady who went in just now, you have to take out a hundred dollars. Be careful with one hundred and twenty percent, or you will bear the consequences.”

Murong Wu felt the gaze behind her, and her gaze suddenly turned cold: "Don't listen to it, don't ask it, don't doubt it, if you can't even do this, it seems that you should go back to the stove and rebuild."

Although Murong Wu didn't turn her head back, her voice echoed in the ears of the four people at the door, as if she had returned to the days when she was trained, she suddenly felt dark and creepy.

These eight characters are an introductory lesson for killers.

Don't listen to what others say, don't ask what shouldn't be asked, don't hesitate to order from your employer or master, and most importantly don't reveal your true feelings.

Seeing Murong Wu disappearing at the door of the ward, the four of them came to their senses and restrained all doubts.

"What are you here for?"

Indifference and rejection were written all over his body.

In fact, Ouyang Chen didn't want to do that either. He could have cooperated with her about that incident, but she had done everything without telling her. What made him angry was not that she hid it from him or used him, but that she never Did not believe him.

She has always been in two states in front of him, one is cold as ice, the other is heartless, as for the others, either he is dazzled, or she is self-indulgent.

"I'm afraid you will starve to death," Murong Wu said angrily.

Ouyang Chen: "Isn't it just what you want if I die."

"You`````" Murong Wu was just about to answer, when he heard the sound of the door being pushed open, he changed the topic: "If you die, I will be a widow, and I have to plan for my happiness for the rest of my life." .

Ouyang Chen had already walked in front of Murong Wu. Looking at the 1.8-meter-1.6 Murong Wu with a height of [-] meters [-], he happened to have a condescending sense of sight, and asked meaningfully: "Widow? You can remarry!"

Murong Wu thought about it for a while: "But no one is more valuable than you." She stared into his eyes and said every word seriously.

Ouyang Chen looked at Murong Wu who was smiling like a flower, narrowed his eyes, and said fiercely: "Then you'd better pray that I don't starve to death!"

"No, I'll bring you food." He raised the lunch box in his hand and waved it in front of Ouyang Chen's eyes.

Ouyang Chen snorted coldly, let go of Murong Wu, took the lunch box and walked to the table.

Hearing the slight sound of being a closed door student, Murong Wu raised an unknown smile.

Ouyang Chen opened the lunch box, looked at the food inside, showed a subtle expression, looked at it for a while, probably just to be on the safe side, took a sip of the best-looking eight-treasure porridge, then pursed his lips, and looked at Murong Wu: "You did this?"

Murong Wu nodded attentively, and looked at Ouyang Chen expectantly: "How is it, is it delicious?"

Ouyang Chen hesitated for a while, then nodded.

"I've been busy all afternoon, and I'm starving to death, so I'll eat some too," and he picked up a tomato after he finished speaking.

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"Why is it sweet?" She looked at Ouyang Chen suspiciously.

Ouyang Chen looked at her and seemed to be saying: How do I know.

Countless versions flashed through Murong Wu's mind, and she thought to herself: Could it be that he confused sugar with salt?That eight-treasure porridge`````

Thinking about it, he looked at Ouyang Chen from the corner of his eye, like a thief.

"Not bad, quite creative", Ouyang Chen praised without hesitation.