Chapter 3: Mrs. Sang wants to keep a gigolo?
Shen Xingli was frozen all over, but suddenly someone hugged her in his arms, and a warm current spread out from her heart.
She looked up at the man's cold jawline and his cool, white, sexy Adam's apple.
But what’s going on with the dark red tooth mark on the Adam’s apple?
Could this also be her masterpiece from last night?
Thinking of herself in that photo, like a seductive fairy, Shen Xingli felt a little embarrassed to face people.
Slowly turn your face to the side.
Seeing that the tip of her nose was red from the cold and there were a few snowflakes on her eyelashes, Sang Muye's eyes darkened.
He placed his big hand on the back of Shen Xingli's head, turned her face around, and pressed it against his warm chest.
His voice was cold and gloomy: "If you're not afraid of your nose freezing off, just stay here and don't move."
Shen Xingli only felt darkness in front of her eyes, and her nostrils were filled with the pleasant mint scent of the man.
The man's strong heartbeat lingered in her ears like a drum.
Her mind uncontrollably recalled some scenes from last night.
Beads of sweat on the man's face flowed down his angular face and dripped onto her snow-white skin.
Hot, rapid breaths filled her ears.
She seemed to still hear the man's enchanting voice: "Be good."
Thinking of this, Shen Xingli's cold little hands uncontrollably grabbed the man's clothes.
My eyelashes couldn't help but tremble a few times.
She is really a true beauty lover.
The men I find when I’m drunk are all so stunning.
Sang Muye couldn't help but frown as he looked at the woman in his arms who kept digging into his chest muscles with her fingers.
"Still want to tease?"
Shen Xingli immediately let go of his hand and shook his head vigorously.
The man's sexy thin lips were pressed into a line, and his voice was filled with irrepressible doting.
"Be good, I'll give you a kiss later."
Shen Xingli: “…”
What kind of vicious words are these?
Today's top stars are not only good-looking, but also so charming?
Her face immediately turned red and she brought her thoughts back to reality.
"Why are you here? If my grandfather knew that person last night was you, he would break your legs."
The man looked down at her nonchalantly, his voice steady: "Which leg? Long ones are fine, but short ones are not."
What is long or short? Are you disabled, with one leg longer than the other?
Thinking of this, Shen Xingli was about to speak when she suddenly remembered what her best friend Sang Yu had said to her.
She said men have three legs, and the third leg is...
Thinking about the deeper meaning of the sentence just now, Shen Xingli felt as if his cheeks were burning.
The beautiful almond-shaped eyes flickered as she looked at the man.
Her pink lips pouted slightly, and she cursed softly, "You filthy scoundrel!"
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Sang Muye's lips, and his voice became a little warmer.
"If you don't want to be punished by your grandfather, listen to me later and don't talk nonsense, understand?"
Shen Xingli looked at him in confusion: "What do you want to do?"
The man smiled but said nothing.
The slender legs stepped into the villa hall.
He put Shen Xingli on the sofa, wrapped her in his coat, and then nodded to Mr. Shen.
"Old man, that man last night was me."
Mr. Shen had a stern face from beginning to end.
His eyes were dim and unclear.
The rough fingertips gently stroked the rim of the teacup.
Then he stood up from the sofa and said in a serious and low voice: "Come with me to the study."
Shen Xingli immediately stopped him: "Grandpa, this matter has nothing to do with him. I took the initiative. You are not allowed to punish him."
Mr. Shen glanced at her, said nothing, and walked directly towards the study on the first floor.
Sang Muye rubbed Shen Xingli's head with his big hands for a few times and said in a deep voice, "Wait for me."
After saying that, he walked over and pushed open the door of the study.
Shen Xingli's heart was always in his throat.
She knew her grandfather's temper and knew that he would do anything for her.
She paced back and forth in the living room anxiously.
He even secretly walked to the study door and eavesdropped.
But the study was so well soundproofed that she couldn't hear a thing.
Half an hour later, the study door opened.
Shen Xingli immediately rushed over and looked Sang Muye up and down.
The voice was anxious: "Are you okay? My grandfather didn't do anything to you, did he?"
Sang Muye looked at her nervous expression, and a glimmer of light flashed in his deep black eyes, but it was only a flash.
The voice was still cold: "It's okay."
Shen Xingli didn't believe that he was okay, so he immediately walked up to his grandfather and asked, "Grandpa, what did you say to him just now? You are not allowed to cause trouble for him. If you have any problems, come to me."
Seeing her anxious look, Mr. Shen couldn't help but snort coldly.
He took out the household registration book from his pocket and stuffed it into Shen Xingli's hand, his tone serious and majestic.
"Go with him to get the certificate, and I promise not to cause trouble for him."
Shen Xingli stared at his grandfather in disbelief, his facial expression frozen in an instant.
"Are you serious?"
Mr. Shen raised his eyebrows and said, "Marriage is not a joke."
"You want me to marry you without even knowing him, isn't this child's play?"
"How about letting the media report your incident all over the place, saying that the little princess of the Shen family is not disciplined and stabbing your parents in the back? If you don't want to make a big deal out of this, go get a marriage certificate with him. Otherwise, I will let him see the tricks of our Shen family."
Mr. Shen spoke righteously, and it didn't sound like a joke at all.
In order to save the Shen family's reputation, her grandfather let her marry someone regardless of the other person's identity.
Shen Xingli pouted angrily, "You said it, don't regret it later!"
After saying that, she took Sang Muye's hand and walked out angrily.
Looking at their backs, Mr. Shen's tense face finally broke.
He cursed with a smile on his lips: "You little bastard, you're so brave. You plotted against me."
After getting in the car, Shen Xingli looked at Sang Muye with some apology.
"Don't worry, marriage is only temporary. I'll give you freedom after this storm is over."
Sang Muye looked at him meaningfully: "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"
Shen Xingli thought for a moment, then said, "I have some money. I'll give it to you to start a small business. During your marriage, you are not allowed to do this job anymore. If Grandpa finds out, he'll beat you to death."
"Is Mrs. Sang planning to keep a gigolo?"
Sang Muye pulled his tie as he spoke and leaned towards Shen Xingli.
An ambiguous atmosphere lingers between the two people.
Shen Xingli was so scared that she hid back for a moment, staring at his handsome face and said, "Well, it's not impossible."
Sang Muye gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then I'll wait for Mrs. Sang to support me."
After saying that, he immediately started the car and drove towards the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Half an hour later.
Shen Xingli held the marriage certificate in her hand, but still felt like she was dreaming.
Just then, the cell phone rang.
Sang Yu's screams came from the other side.
"Ahhh, Li Li, let me tell you something. Please don't scold me. The top girl I found for you last night was locked in the bathroom and didn't come out all night. Who was the man you slept with?"
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