After the flash marriage, the fierce Jiuye kissed and hugged every day

A familiar voice sounded from behind her.

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhihe turned around and saw Fu Yuheng walking out of the company gate.

His face didn't look very good, and there seemed to be a hint of murderousness hidden between his stern eyebrows, which was extremely cold.

Mr. Fu, who had not yet finished the meeting, was worried that the hot weather would expose his wife to the sun. He was concerned that he had not seen her for such a long time and was missing her very much, so he immediately ended the meeting.

He picked up his phone and left the meeting room, striding downstairs to the company building.

As a result, before I even walked out of the company gate, I looked up and saw a man standing next to my wife.

The two were talking so happily, and the strange man was so close to his wife!

Fu Yuheng inexplicably felt a strong sense of jealousy.

He couldn't stand other men being so close to her, and he couldn't stand her smiling at other men!

Fu Yuheng strode up to her, put his arm around her soft waist, and with a push of his palm, Wen Zhihe's whole body moved closer to him.

He slightly raised his eyelids, and glanced at the man standing opposite with his deep and cold eyes, which were filled with layers of chillness. The eyes were like fierce hooks, biting at him, as if declaring sovereignty.

Tell the man opposite that this is his woman, his wife, and don't even think of anything bad in your mind!

Otherwise you will bear the consequences at your own risk!

Just one look was enough to make Han Yanchen so scared that his hands were shaking. He deeply felt as if there was an invisible chill running from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, and his back felt cold.

If I stay here for one more second, I will die at any moment.

Han Yanchen hastily looked away, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, and he could not speak clearly. He stammered, "Ms. Wen, I, I remember I still have things to do, so I'll leave first."

He was worried that if he didn't leave, he would die. It was so scary!

After Han Yanchen finished speaking, before Wen Zhihe could answer, he stepped on the Hot Wheels and ran away.

Wen Zhihe looked at Han Yanchen, who was running very fast, and didn't quite understand. Was there a wolf behind him? Why was he running so hurriedly? If you didn't know, you would think he was rushing to reincarnate.

Fu Yuheng glanced sideways and saw that his wife's eyes were still fixed on that man, and a surge of anger suddenly rose in his heart.

He had a cold face and without saying a word, he carried Wen Zhihe on his back.

"Fu Yuheng, what are you doing!" Wen Zhihe was carried on his shoulders, "Put me down quickly, do you hear me, bad guy, put me down! Put me down quickly!"

Wen Zhihe's slender waist and legs were held tightly by Fu Yuheng's strong arms. Not giving her a chance to get down, he carried her on his shoulders and strode into the company's gate.

She kept patting his back with both hands and struggling. No matter how she struggled on his shoulders, Fu Yuheng pretended not to hear her and continued to carry her.

Wen Zhihe kept cursing him, saying he was a bad guy and a rascal. She slapped his back with both hands, trying to get off.

However, her strength was too weak, and to Fu Yuheng it was just like a kitten tickling an itch. Not only did it not have any effect, but Fu Yuheng hugged her even tighter, making her stomach uncomfortable and she almost vomited the food she had eaten at noon.

Fu Yuheng seemed to be unable to feel anything. He let her scold him, let her beat him, and carried her into the company gate.

The two of them instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the company lobby.

Everyone was distracted from their work and watched the president carry his wife into the president's exclusive elevator.

"Ahhhh!!! The president is so handsome. I would even die if he could carry me on his shoulders!"

"Just dream, your dreams may come true."

"That's right, who is the president? It's not something that mortals like us dare to covet. We can only dream about it."

"I envy that girl so much. She is so happy to be carried on the shoulders of the president!"

Wen Zhihe didn't hear their whispered discussion.

If they could hear it, they would be very welcome to feel what she is feeling at this moment.

happiness?

Maybe they don’t have a clear definition of the word happiness?

He carried it on his shoulders.

It’s so uncomfortable!

feels awful!

Fu Yuheng carried Wen Zhihe into the office very easily.

Go straight to the bedroom in the office.

The curtains in the bedroom were drawn and the lights were off, so it was dim and I couldn't see clearly.

The only sound she heard was the door slamming shut.

Then Fu Yuheng put her on the soft big bed.

Although the bedroom was dark, she could clearly feel his burning gaze on her.

It seemed to be sending a very dangerous signal, approaching her.

She couldn't help but shrink back, trying to distance herself from him, but suddenly, her ankle was grabbed by his big hand and pulled under him.

Wen Zhihe looked at him with horror and warned him, "What are you going to do! I'm telling you, don't mess around... um..."

Before Wen Zhihe could finish her words, her lips were unexpectedly blocked by his lips the next second.

She swallowed back all the words she hadn't finished.

Fu Yuheng pressed directly on her body and kissed her.

Wen Zhihe's mind went blank and she couldn't figure out what was going on.

She was forced onto the bed by him, his tongue frantically prying open her pearly teeth, aggressively invading her mouth and sweeping through it violently.

Wen Zhi was kissed so hard that she couldn't breathe. She reached out to push him away and hit him several times, but it didn't work at all.

Instead, his big hand grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head, and she couldn't resist at all.

His kiss was so powerful that it rushed into her mouth, making her head dizzy, and it was hot and passionate, tossing back and forth between her lips and teeth.

Although his movements were very forceful, he used gentle force as he was afraid of hurting her.

The girl's soft breasts rubbed against his chest, and Fu Yuheng's breathing gradually became heavier.

The man kept breathing heavily, and his hot breath sprayed on her face, burning Wen Zhihe's face red and her heart pounding.

He seemed unsatisfied with the beauty of this place, and began to move to her chin, kissing her, and then kissing her fair and slender neck, causing the girl to tremble all over and let out shameful moans.

His kiss became more and more passionate. While kissing her lips, he clamped her restless hands with one hand and wandered around her waist with the other hand.

He was greedy for her lips, that beauty made him addicted. He wanted to rub her into his bones and blood and cherish her fiercely.

Wen Zhihe's body became limp after being kissed by him. She lay powerlessly under him like a dying fish, unable to breathe. Only then did he reluctantly let her go.

Fu Yuheng looked at the girl with misty eyes under him, his voice low and lingering, his attitude sincere and genuine.

"I like you, Zhizhi, I like you, so can you please not like other men and only like me?"