Jiaojiao is soft and can be bullied, and the crazy CEO is addicted

Compared to Fang Xi's staggering, Tang Shuya didn't look drunk at all. Although he was wearing a shirt and a vest, he still looked well-dressed.

The chandelier above his head emitted a warm yellow light, which fell between his eyebrows, making his eyes warm and his facial features soft. Paired with the frameless glasses he wore today, he was so gentle and elegant, and his faint smile was like the bright moonlight in the night sky.

The beast in human clothing and the scum of gentlemanliness are perfectly embodied in Tang Shuya.

Ling Zhen's body was tense with nervousness.

Ling Zhen met the man's gaze, which was as warm as water, but she felt it was extremely cold.

The man had already walked in front of her, with a smile on his face, and said in a gentle tone: "Future cousin, sorry to bother you."

Watching the man approaching step by step, Ling Zhen's face turned pale as paper and he clenched his palms involuntarily.

After hearing his words, she staggered back two steps and bumped directly into the edge of the dining table.

The muffled groan was blocked in Ling Zhen's throat. She was so panicked that she couldn't stand it anymore. She just wanted to run away. "I'll make you a hangover soup."

Regardless of whether Fang Xi heard her or not, she went straight to the kitchen.

Fang Xi pulled Tang Shuya to sit on the sofa and continued to talk excitedly, but Ling Zhen didn't listen anymore.

This is a new house, where can you find the ingredients for hangover soup? Ling Rui was just looking for an excuse to hide.

She suddenly remembered the bag of seaweed she had just bought at the supermarket. Fang Xi loved seaweed, and she had originally planned to keep some at home.

Seaweed and egg drop soup has a certain effect in sobering up, so Ling Zhen took out seaweed and eggs and prepared to cook the soup, but her hands were shaking unconsciously.

She didn't know whether to blame Fang Xi's carelessness or Tang Shuya's ulterior motives.

Their little home, where they themselves had never even stayed for a night, yet Tang Shuya had stepped into it so easily!

"Ling Zhen, you are so virtuous now. I am almost jealous."

A lazy and somewhat frivolous voice came from behind.

Ling Zhen's heart suddenly jumped and he turned around in horror. The man was leaning lazily against the door with a faint smile on his lips.

Ling Zhen did not answer him, but lowered his head and continued to cook the soup.

Tang Shuya was not annoyed by her ignoring him. He raised his eyebrows slightly and slowly walked closer.

Suddenly, the man's arms wrapped around her slender waist from behind, and the strong and tight touch made her whole body stiffen!

She lowered her voice and scolded: "What are you doing?!"

His chin rested on her shoulder, and the corners of his mouth curved up teasingly, "Don't you think it's heartwarming? Aren't we like a husband hugging his wife from behind while she cooks?"

"It's heartwarming, but what does it have to do with you? You're not my husband!"

Ling Zhen couldn't hear Fang Xi's voice at the moment, and didn't know what he was doing outside alone, but she knew that he might come in at any time.

Once he saw this scene, Ling Zhen knew that everything she had now would collapse.

Therefore, she just tried desperately to break free from Tang Shuya's shackles.

She tried to pry open Tang Shuya's long, strong and distinct fingers, but the man's hands were like a pair of pliers, tightly gripping her waist, and she couldn't pry them apart.

She was so anxious that sweat broke out on the tip of her nose. The man's light laughter rang in her ears. His big hands moved up and down, one hand went up, testing the soft and elastic edge, while the other hand reached down.

Her heart suddenly tightened, as if a cold snake was slowly crawling up her spine.