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

As soon as she responded, Fang Xi ran over and gave her a big hug with open arms.

His chin rested on the crook of her shoulder, "I'm home. I missed you so much."

If Ling Zhen had said the words "I miss you so much" in the past, he would have definitely replied "I miss you too."

At this moment, it was like a grain of sand that accidentally fell into the ear canal and hurt the ear.

Ling Zhen froze for a moment, then with difficulty, he squeezed out a few words, "Welcome back. You should have told me your flight number so I could pick you up."

"No, I can just take a taxi back. It's so troublesome to go back and forth. How can I bear to bother you?"

Hearing Fang Xi say this, Ling Ru's curled eyelashes trembled involuntarily.

"Zhaozhen, let me tell you, this trip abroad was quite rewarding." Fang Xi said as he changed his shoes at the entrance. "Hey? Where are my slippers?"

"Isn't it always near the shoe cabinet?"

Fang Xi looked around and said curiously, "No?"

Ling Zhen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered something. He walked over to help look for a while and found the pair of dusty slippers at the innermost part of the shoe cabinet.

She knew immediately who had done it.

How childish.

Fang Xi didn't care about the slippers at all. She spoke excitedly, "Let me tell you, our trip abroad went incredibly smoothly this time! They were extremely satisfied with our project design! Didn't they say the initial investment was 30 million? Now it's been increased to 20 million! Zhenzhen, even without my cousin's investment, I'm not afraid. We have a safety net!"

Ling Zhen pinched her palms slightly and drooped her eyelashes, "Fang Xi, I have something to tell you."

"What?" Fang Xi was unbuttoning his shirt. He lowered his head and sniffed, then frowned. He turned to Ling Zhen and said, "I'll take a shower first. We'll talk later."

After saying that, he entered the bathroom.

The suit jacket and shirt were casually placed on the sofa. Ling Zhen's eyes moved and she picked up the shirt to examine it. She smelled it and turned it over several times. There was no feminine scent, only masculine scent. There was no hair that did not belong to Fang Xi, and no lipstick marks.

Ling Zhen couldn't help but laugh at himself, thinking that he was too deeply influenced by the TV series. If there really was a problem, he would have dealt with it before he came back, and there would be no evidence left.

She looked back at the bathroom door and heard the sound of water splashing from inside. She was still unwilling to give up and began to rummage through Fang Xi's suitcase.

As she turned over, she looked back at the situation in the bathroom. Her heart was pounding and beads of sweat were oozing from her palms.

She didn't dare to mess around too much, and in her panic she kept everything tidy. She searched through everything, even her underwear and socks, but found nothing unusual.

Just when she was about to give up, something gleaming with a faint silver light fell out of a towel.

The thing floated down on the carpet like falling snow.

Ling Zhen's pupils felt a sharp pain, as if a long needle had pierced his eye socket, the pain was unbearable.

A torn aluminum foil packet.

A foil packet of condoms.

Her heart tightened, her breathing became difficult, and she felt as if she was drowning and lacking oxygen.

The five fingers gradually moved inward, the aluminum foil package was squeezed, folded, and tightly clenched in the palm of the hand. The palm was clenched so tightly that the joints began to turn white.

The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped without warning.

Ling Zhen seemed to come to his senses suddenly, and with trembling hands he stuffed the aluminum foil package into his trouser pocket, then hurriedly zipped up the suitcase and straightened it.

Fang Xi came out of the bathroom and found Ling Zhen fiddling with something in the kitchen. He hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear, "What are you doing?"

Ling Zhen shuddered unconsciously. "I was worried you were hungry, so I planned to cook some noodles for you. Oh, by the way... I have something to say..."

"Oh, I almost forgot. The bridal shop informed me that we can go try on wedding dresses this weekend. Don't you like the wedding dresses in that shop? Let's go together then?"

Hearing Fang Xi say this, Ling Zhen swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Before, she always avoided it, thinking that she could get through it by just enduring it.

Things developed unexpectedly.

She had a vague outrageous idea in her mind that Fang Xi really cheated on her, which might not be a bad thing.

She felt more and more that she was not worthy of Fang Xi. If he really liked other women, then it was time for her to end it.

"Zhaoyao?" Fang Xi noticed Ling Yao's distraction. "Are you tired? Stop cooking. I'm not hungry. Go rest first."

His voice came again, and Ling Zhen pulled his wandering thoughts back, "Okay. I'm going to rest."

Fang Xi kissed her forehead and said gently, "Go to sleep first. I have some things to take care of."

Ling Zhen nodded.

Just as Ling Zhen thought, Fang Xi did not enter the room until the end.

She thought he should go to sleep in the second bedroom.

Ling Yuan curled up her fingers under the quilt one by one. It was hard to describe her feelings at the moment: anger, sadness, grievance, boredom... or relief...

In the next few days, Tang Shuya didn't look for her, and life seemed to have returned to normal.

He was like a monster lurking in the deep sea, always there where she couldn't see him, and when she thought everything was calm, he would suddenly pull her into the abyss and bury her.

On the weekend, they had originally planned to go out together and had already gone downstairs. Fang Xi turned his back to answer a phone call. Ling Zhen couldn't help but glance at him. Although Fang Xi tried his best to cover it up, Ling Zhen still caught some subtle changes in his expression.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Xi turned around and said apologetically, "Zhuan, I'm sorry, something urgent happened at the company. Can you please go to the bridal shop first?"

In the past, Ling Zhen had no doubts, but now he was feeling a faint suspicion in his heart, but he could only say, "Okay."

Fang Xi's steps were somewhat hurried. Without saying anything else, he got into the car and drove away.

She stood there for a while, then raised her hand to stop a taxi.

Pictures of wedding dresses of different styles and cuts were spread out in front of Ling Zhen. In fact, she was looking forward to the moment when she would put on her wedding dress and walk into the marriage hall with the one she loved.

She had seen the appearance of love in her parents' little moments, a kind of unspeakable tacit understanding and warmth, although their final outcome was sad and regrettable.

No matter how deep the feelings are, they seem to be unable to withstand the ruthless destruction of money and time.

However, in her heart, the scene of her parents supporting each other was like an eternal candle, which, although weak, ignited her desire for love.

The waiter at the bridal shop had been chattering in her ear. Suddenly, there was a commotion in the shop, and many waiters whispered exaggeratedly: "Wow, this is so handsome!"

Ling Zhen subconsciously looked up and was suddenly startled. Tang Shuya was walking towards the door.