Married to a wealthy family by mistake, the uncle spoiled her

"Ah."

Ai Fei nodded.

Ling Ye directly lifted her hand and took her away.

After taking the elevator downstairs and leaving the building, Ai Fei wanted to ride her scooter, but Ling Ye pushed her into a business car.

Ling Ye pushed her in, then walked around the front of the car and got into the driver's seat.

Ai Fei leaned her elbow against the car door, her chin resting on her hand. She looked at Ling Ye, who was slowly fastening his seatbelt, and said with a faint smile, "Mr. Ling...you want to drive yourself?"

Ling Ye: "..."

He fastened his seatbelt with a snap and said calmly, "Can't Mr. Ling, the dignified Chief Assistant, drive himself?"

Ai Fei laughed: "Boss Ling is Boss Ling. Isn't it tiring for Mr. Ling to pretend to be Boss Ling's assistant?"

Ling Ye unbuckled her seat belt, moved sideways, and put his hands on the car window, holding her entire small body in his arms.

He stared into her eyes and asked in a low voice, "What if I stop pretending and reveal my identity as Mr. Ling, what do you think, Miss Ai?"

Ai Fei blinked.

"Why should I do this? Whether Mr. Ling is pretending or not, what does it have to do with me?"

She was just worried that he was tired. If he wasn't tired, he could continue pretending.

Ling Ye leaned closer, his dark eyes so deep that they seemed to draw people in. "I'm President Ling. Does Miss Ai like me more or less?"

Ai Fei: “…”

"Whether you're President Ling or not, it's the same face, right? Since it's the same face, I naturally like you regardless of whether you're President Ling or not."

Ling Ye's handsome face came close to her cheek. "So, Miss Ai just likes my face. As for who I am, it doesn't matter at all, right?"

Ai Fei: “…”

After thinking carefully, he said, "It's still important. It starts with appearance, falls into talent, and is loyal to character. If Mr. Ling only has looks but no character, I won't like him either."

"So, as long as Mr. Ling is decent, it doesn't matter whether he's President Ling or Assistant President Ling."

Ai Fei nodded: "You can understand it that way."

Ling Ye's heart was pounding. He tore off her mask with one hand, held her little face tightly, and leaned over to kiss her.

The kiss was urgent and fierce, as if he wanted to devour her in one gulp.

He hid his identity at first because he thought she would covet the power of the Ling family. Later, he didn't dare to reveal his identity because he was worried that she would be angry with him for concealing and deceiving her. Even though they both knew the truth, he didn't dare to break the window paper.

Because he wanted to turn the fake into real, he wanted them to truly become husband and wife, not just a couple by agreement.

He wanted to keep her by his side for a long time.

Now that the window paper has been broken, she is not angry, nor does she want to leave. He is very happy, and his heart is so excited that he cannot express it in words.

I just want to give myself to her, completely to her.

Ai Fei's head was held by him, and he sucked hard and wildly, as if he wanted to suck away her last bit of breath.

She was out of breath, her head was dizzy, and she bit him in protest.

Ling Ye let her go.

Ai Fei panted and said softly, "Don't kiss me so hard, I can't breathe."

Ling Ye looked at her, her face like peach blossoms splashing in the water, pink clouds filling the sky, her delicate lips slightly swollen, with a hint of red on them.

My Adam's apple rolled slightly, and I just wanted to eat this bright red, fragrant and tender peach in one bite.

He suppressed his crazy impulse and only gently kissed away the red marks on her lips. He said in a low voice, "Sorry, I couldn't control myself for a moment."

Ai Fei was still panting slightly, her lips slightly parted: "Mr. Ling, you have to control yourself."