Daily life of working as a substitute bride for a wealthy family

Sheng Yang kissed his way down along her neck.

Xiang Ran's collarbone, wrapped in her delicate skin, was trembling slightly due to excessive tension...

She didn't know how long he would kiss her, as her hands were held tightly by him.

My knuckles are twisted and hurt.

Seeing his out-of-control and terrifying expression, Xiang Ran had no choice but to endure it.

She turned her neck away: "Sheng Yang! Slow down!"

Sheng Yang: "From now on—don't call my name outside! Not even in this room!"

Well, you can shout in the corridor.

Xiang Ran felt that he was a little drunk.

He then asked, "Call me husband! Don't you know how to call me husband?"

"Don't you want to call me husband anymore since we haven't got the marriage certificate?"

"Su Yiqing, we had a wedding, and we are actually husband and wife, so it's a de facto marriage."

Xiang Ran called out "husband".

But the word "husband" was swallowed by his mouth...

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Xiang Ran was carried to the bed by him.

He looked down at her.

Both of them were in awkward postures.

But he seemed to be just like that.

Xiang Ran couldn't move and could only stare at him.

Sheng Yang pinched her chin and looked into her deep eyes, where his face was reflected.

The long and curled eyelashes trembled slightly.

His fingers stroked her cheek, her soft and fair skin seemed as delicate as a baby's. The longer his fingers stayed there, the more he didn't want to leave.

"Su Yiqing——" He called her name.

But he didn't say the second half of the sentence.

Xiang Ran had already prepared herself for his "storm", but he suddenly let go of her.

Left the edge of the bed.

"Why don't you continue?" Xiang Ran thought of his contribution in helping to get the concert tickets and taking the lead for Su's uncle, and wanted to hold his hand.

But before he could touch his hand, Sheng Yang raised his hand to button his unbuttoned shirt: "I may not have time to go to the concert tomorrow. You can ask someone else to go, or give the tickets away."

Xiang Ran asked him: "What do you mean by this..."

"It's nothing. I just bought two concert tickets. You don't need to be so flattering! I just wanted to know - if I move out that day and Su Yifeng doesn't come, and the Su family doesn't put pressure on you, are you going to stop contacting me?"

Xiang Ran was embarrassed because he hit the nail on the head.

Although what he said was true,

But...it doesn't seem entirely correct.

She wanted to have a good chat with him.

But she discovered that she was a big liar.

How to chat?

Looking at the dog man's gloomy face, she gave up the idea of ​​chatting with him.

Just go!

I just sold the ticket tomorrow.

Humph! You can still make some money.

She was just a substitute, and coming here was a business deal. She had already treated him well within her ability.

As for what he does after drinking, we can only let him do it.

Sheng Yang has very high requirements for the purity of his partner's "love".

Of course she couldn't do that.

-

Xiang Ran was lying in bed, and soon she received the confirmation of the concert tickets.

Oh, if a man is capable, he can be as useful as Doraemon.

She recalled that when she was a child, many men in the village were "more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything."

They bring hatred to my mother, set a bad example for my son, and even set traps for my wife on a daily basis.

Although Sheng Yang is a moody person, he is still quite capable.

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As for the extra ticket, Xiang Ran thought: Should I call my good sister Xia Yun to go to Z's concert together?

But she was afraid that Xia Yun would suspect that she had won the lottery.

I'm still on a mission, so I'd better not cause any more trouble.

It would be better to resell the ticket secretly.

That night, Xiang Ran sold the ticket online and made a small profit of 22,000 yuan.

If she hadn't wanted to go to the scene and scalp the goods, she might have been able to sell them at a higher price.

-

The next morning, Sheng Yang was not there at breakfast.

Xiaofu said he went to the company early in the morning.

Hmm... Do men also have days when they are in a bad mood?

"Uncle" is here?

Forget it, no matter whether what he said yesterday was drunken talk or not, he wanted to go back on his word and go to the concert with her today, but there were no tickets left - she had resold the tickets last night.

-

Fortunately, Sheng Yang didn't call before the concert started.

Xiang Ran finally felt relieved.

-

She held her first concert at the age of 23.

Although she was watching it alone, Xiang Ran still felt very lucky.

She convinced herself that it was okay to go to a concert alone.

If it weren't for the episode of being the fake Mrs. Sheng, she would have always been alone.

What else does she have to worry about?

The poor are the ones who should least be greedy and calculative.

What we poor people rely on is our mentality!

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The people around him should all be rich people, but at the concert, their identity is just Z's fans.

It was a boy who bought Xiang Ran's ticket, but in the end it was a girl who sat next to her - it turned out that the boy gave the ticket to his girlfriend and sat far away from the stage.

"Wow, your boyfriend is so awesome. He gave you the good seat!" Xiang Ran praised her boyfriend.

The girl asked, "Are you coming to the concert alone?"

"No, my husband was supposed to come with me, but he happened to have something to do, so he didn't come!" Xiang Ran blurted out.

After saying this, I realized that I didn't need to play Mrs. Sheng to outsiders anymore.

The girl looked at her and said, "You are so young, and you are already married?"

"Yeah. I got married right after graduation, seamless!" Xiang Ran shrugged and simply told the lie.

-

After watching the concert, Xiang Ran took a taxi back to Jinxiu Villa and found that her "sugar dad" was sitting on the sofa.

I was just thinking about going over and trying to get close to him.

The man suddenly stood up and walked past her as if he was blind, without even blinking.

Huhuhu, "Uncle" is not over yet, and I'm still hungover.

Tsk, she won’t coax you.

Unless - Aunt Zeng lets her coax her.

"Miss, Mr. Sheng seems to have a stomachache. Would you like to take a plate of fruit to the study?" Aunt Zeng came over with a plate of apples.