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

"What?" The man closed his eyes, still looking very sleepy. "Sleep a little longer."

The sun shines on his face, his skin looks so good!

Did this guy secretly use some top-notch skin care products?

Gee!

When I think of him being drunk and unconscious last night,

Xiang Ran secretly shook her head.

Alas, nowadays the world is in decline and people’s hearts are no longer as they used to be.

Fortunately, Sheng Mian was by his side last night.

Otherwise, with this figure and face, if she fell to the ground, she might be touched by someone.

Not to mention those people in the nightclub, even a conservative like her was ready to make a move last night.

Sheng Yang, Sheng Yang!

Even though you are usually cold and have an aura that makes it seem like there is no grass growing within a three-mile radius, but... God knows!

With your long face, as long as you close your eyes and stop speaking such a sharp tongue, you will attract bees and butterflies!

Seeing that this guy was about to fall asleep again, Xiang Ran leaned over him and asked, "Does your stomach still hurt? Do you have any reaction? Tell me quickly."

Sheng Yang opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows... "What are you talking about?"

......

Xiang Ran quickly got up: "It seems to be fine."

Sheng Yang laughed: "You are judging the condition based on this, which is a bit biased."

"Now you can joke, that's good." He said and was about to turn around.

"Don't go, you must do this yourself, my dear!" Sheng Yang held her hand and held her in his arms.

As the saying goes, "A short separation is better than a new marriage", and for a while, the "tide" swept over the two of them.

In such a raging wave,

What Sheng Yang realized was the sentence that he had never dared to think about and sneered at in the previous 28 years - "Even if I die under the peony flowers, I will still be romantic even as a ghost."

But what Xiang Ran wants is to live in the present.

As a person, she

a woman.

She is not a vassal of the affair, she is not passive, she is one of the subjects.

After the incident, Sheng Yang saw her in a daze.

Ask her: "What's wrong? What are you thinking about?"

Xiang Ran replied, "I remember a friend of mine who's a screenwriter. She added some intimate scenes to a play, but her work was pulled from the shelves. I was wondering—can 'love' also be characterized as vulgar?"

Sheng Yang smiled and said, "I have a friend—Huh? Why does that tone sound so familiar? Could it be you?"

"How is that possible?" Xiang Ran opened his eyes.

"Creation is a very artistic and idealistic thing. Love is indeed not vulgar, but rules are made by people." Sheng Yang changed the subject and looked down at Ran, "But why are we discussing your friend so early in the morning-"

Xiang Ran's eyes lit up: "Because my screenwriter friend is still writing a novel, she's been really pitiful lately. Mr. Sheng, can you give her a gift of 666 or 999 for her novel?"

Sheng Yang joked with her, "Then tell her to stop writing novels and go work the 996 schedule at Song Nan's newly acquired software company. She'll definitely earn more than writing novels."

"Okay, you cold-blooded capitalist." Xiang Ran raised his fist and swung it at him.

Halfway through the swing, Xiang Ran stopped: "Oh, will this be considered a violent scene in the work?"

Sheng Yang shook his head: "You are really crazy...You are possessed by your friend."

Xiang Ran sat down, dangling her feet. "Tsk, how can someone like you understand the hardships and powerlessness of working people..."

Sheng Yang asked curiously, "I don't know. Do you know? You haven't worked a single day since graduation. Before I returned to Yixing, I was working for a foreign company."

"Hmph, but I knew it." Xiang Ran pouted, and she looked so angry that she could hang a bottle of oil on her mouth.

But she suddenly realized, oh my god, it's over - when did she become so good at acting like a spoiled child?

Sheng Yang put his arm around his wife's legs nonchalantly, his eyes fixed on her feet.

Xiang Ran smiled and asked, "Sheng Yang, look—my feet aren't ugly, are they?"

Back in my hometown, the ultraviolet rays in the mountains were strong, so Xiang Ran's skin was always darker.

But her feet were always white because they were protected by socks and shoes.

When she was a child, she would admire herself when washing her feet in the stream alone.

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Sheng Yang looked at it carefully.

Her hands and feet are actually very beautiful.

White and slender, with well-proportioned bones and flesh.

I can't help but want to bite and pinch...

Why didn't I notice these when we first met?

Oh, now I remember, she seemed to have had manicures at that time, so I didn’t look at her closely.

In fact, without decoration, it looks more natural and better.

Sheng Yang's heart moved slightly:

In ancient times, a woman's feet could only be played with by her husband between the bed curtains. Normally, other men except her father and brothers would not be able to see them.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Xiang Ran.

Gently massage the soles of her feet.

A strong desire for possession and exclusivity arose, something that had never happened before.

Born only because of the woman in front of me.

Thinking of the scene last night when she used a spoon to force herself to vomit,

Sheng Yang burst out laughing.

He chose to forget the unpleasant past just because they had slept in the same bed.

And the person in the bed—he couldn't, wasn't willing to, put up defense.

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[Author’s words:

This article has been repeatedly reviewed and the plot has been repeatedly deleted, so the content is a bit incoherent, but there is nothing we can do about it. I hope it will not cause any reading difficulties for new readers (if there are any new readers in the future).

Although this article has run out of space, I still hope to finish it as much as possible.

Oh! God knows how long I consoled myself before I could sit down in front of the computer again.]