Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

I never thought that Amei was the missing Jian Yan.

It turns out that Ah Mei doesn’t look like that. What we usually see is her with makeup on.

Ah yes…

Ah Mei is so good at painting flowers and landscapes, so of course she can also paint people. It is not incomprehensible that she would put on ugly makeup to avoid being recognized.

only……

Yang Ruoliu took a sip of wine and stared at her palm, which still retained the warmth of another person's palm.

This was her first time meeting such a wealthy family. It seemed that rich people were not as bad as she imagined...

Amei is fine.

Be very good to Fangfang and also be very good to yourself.

Gentle and easy to get along with. She has no airs of a rich person, eats the simplest and roughest meals, drinks cheap drinks, and never complains that the food she cooks is bland and meatless.

It seems like there is no difference with them.

But it seems that the two people who picked up Ah Mei made her feel that they were from a completely different world from her.

The temperament is obviously different.

Arrogant, reserved, and indifferent.

He was so dignified and elegant, keeping people at a distance, just like a wealthy aristocrat in the newspapers.

Especially the tall and straight man in a suit, with sharp eyes and a strong aura, which could not be concealed in the crowd. With such temperament, there is probably no other way except to be a leader.

Yang Ruoliu thought that the man was the chairman of Ruiguang Group - Tong Ruixiao.

Seeing how grown up Ah Mei’s stepson is, she thought the other’s husband must be an old man, but she didn’t expect it to be like this.

Tong Ruixiao looks to be about 30 years old. He wears glasses and has outstanding looks. His appearance is so superior that he hardly looks like a business tycoon, but more like an actor or a model.

"Strange, strange!"

Since no one was drinking with her, Yang Ruoliu had unknowingly finished Jian Yan's drink.

Drank too much.

She was dazed and fell asleep on the stage, mumbling drunkenly: "Today...it was such a real dream..."

……

Inside a private jet.

"Go take a bath and change your clothes."

Tong Ruixiao held her shoulders, his palm felt the wet and cool touch, and he lowered his eyes.

"Ah."

Jian Yan nodded and walked to the bathroom in the bedroom. She unbuttoned the collar of her ethnic costume coat, but felt that the person behind her had not left.

Turning around, she saw the man standing behind her, looking at her with deep eyes, afraid that she would leave his sight.

She sneered, "This is on a plane... I can't escape, you don't have to watch over me like this."

Tong Ruixiao's expression was very heavy, and his Adam's apple rolled, "Really?"

He did not relax because of her words, and had no intention of leaving. Instead, he sat down on the sofa in the bedroom and picked up the newspaper on the table to read.

Jian Yan knew that she couldn't persuade him, so she just gave up.

She entered the bathroom, locked the frosted glass door, took off her clothes, and stepped into the bathtub which was already filled with water.

Lying in the bathtub, the water just barely covered her heart, so there would be no problem. It was obvious that this was prepared for her.

The other party is familiar with her weight.

There were no servants from the Tong family on the plane, they were all arranged by Tong Ruixiao.

Thinking of this, she suddenly found it unbelievable.

How did he know the water level for her shower?

I closed my eyes and thought about how to get through the day, how to explain when I return to Tong's house, and what to do in the future.

Now there is only one goal, and that is to prevent Xiao Mu from going down this path in his life.

Then he wouldn't have committed suicide, the innocent girl wouldn't have died in vain, and Tong Ruixiao wouldn't have died in the car accident.

Can……

This situation is really difficult to achieve now.

She can hardly protect herself.

After taking a bath, Jian Yan walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a white bath towel and wearing slippers, but found Tong Ruixiao was still there.

His brows were furrowed.

He was really afraid that she would leave again! But on the plane, where could she run to? If she jumped, she would die, not to mention that she didn't even have a chance to jump.

"I can't run away, there's no need for you to stare at me."

she reiterated.

The man put the newspaper down and looked up at her.

The woman's eyes were like a clear lake, with the magic of bewitching people's trust. There was also a drop of water on the tip of her nose, crystal clear, and the ambiguous wound on her lips was somewhat obvious, making people want to kiss it. Further down, the black hair cut into a wolf's tail was wet and draped over her shoulders.

He did not answer her question, but retracted his increasingly uncontrollable greedy eyes, stood up calmly to get the hair dryer, "I'll blow dry your hair for you."

Jian Yan sat helplessly on the corner of the bed, and he stood behind her and blew her hair.

What a ridiculous scene.

she thought.

He was so angry, but he could blow dry her hair calmly and gently. He was like a wolf in sheep's clothing, and it was frightening to know when he would reveal his true face.

The feeling of fear was even more profound when he thought about his past.

Especially since he doesn't talk.

Tong Ruixiao was not a person who was very stingy with words. He talked a lot when he was with her, and they talked about various topics. He was also very careful and would not let the topic fall to the ground.

At that time she could guess what he was thinking through his words.

But now, he said nothing, gloomy and silent, like a different person.

She was helpless.

He didn't ask her why she left, nor did he force her to promise that she would never do it again, nor did he attack her verbally or physically...

The only difference was that his eyes were always on her. No matter what she was doing, she could feel his eyes. He never left her side.

This gave her a creepy feeling as if she was being watched.

Blow dry your hair.

Tong Ruixiao brought her a spring dress and said, "It's not cold on the plane, wear this dress and put on a windbreaker when you get off the plane."

She looked at the white gauze dress in her hand, her heart skipped a beat, and she looked up at him suddenly: "Why isn't it blue? This is not my dress, I won't wear it."

"Here are your clothes."

He came closer and unfolded the skirt in his hands.

The elegant and pure white long dress is like a fairy, with wide shoulders and narrow waist. The white ribbon at the neckline is uniquely designed, and the silver chain hanging from the clavicle to the waist is cool and elegant.

"Not familiar?"

The man walked closer, but she stepped back.

She stared at the white in his hand in horror. It was so clean and flawless, as if all the white in the world was just this one.

It was the color of the skirt she wore every time she went to see Si Yanchen...

She still clearly remembers that the last time she wore a dress of this color was before she was wanted by Si Yanchen and fled.

At that time, she had the illusion that Si Yanchen still loved her, so she picked his favorite color and went to his office to seduce him, but she failed and was forced to flee...

"You-what on earth do you want to do!?"

"Put it on."

Tong Ruixiao's voice is mellow and magnetic, and her tone is calm, as if carrying a gentle temptation. But the pair of peach blossom eyes under the thin glasses are still gloomy and dark and hard to fathom.

Her eyes were red with anger. “No, I won’t wear it!”

This is a shame!

"Put it on." His voice didn't change, but it got a little deeper.

Jian Yan was forced into a corner with no way to retreat. Seeing that she was about to fall onto the bed, she pushed him away and ran away.

But the man grabbed her with a sullen face, pressed her into his arms, wrapped his arms around her waist, and whispered to her ear, "Where are you going again?"