Chapter 102: With President Fu and his beautiful wife by his side, why mess with Yun Zheng?
He wanted to snatch her away from her arms openly. Fu Linghe really thought that she, Cen Li'an, was dead!
Cen Lian'an held Yun Zheng's waist tightly with both hands, and he was not going to let go no matter who came today.
She looked at Fu Linghe coldly, almost gritting her teeth, "Fu Linghe, how dare you come here?"
Fu Linghe still didn't quite understand the situation. He just came to pick up Yun Zheng. Why would Cen Lian'an have such deep hostility towards him?
He himself was still very dissatisfied with Cen Lian'an for bringing Yun Zheng to such a place and ordering such a large group of men who were not worthy of his attention, but he was still polite to her.
"Ms. Cen, I'm here to take Zheng Zheng home."
"I can take care of Yun Zheng myself. You don't need to pretend to be kind here. I've already told you that Zheng Zheng doesn't want to see you." Cen Lian hugged Yun Zheng's slender waist tightly and looked at Fu Linghe coldly.
He frowned slightly, his attention completely focused on Yun Zheng who was drunk and unconscious.
Looking at Fu Linghe, who was full of worry and affection, Cen Li'an felt a sense of nausea in his heart for no reason, and began to sneer, "Mr. Fu already has a beautiful woman by his side, why is he still messing with Yun Zheng? Isn't it just what you want that she is not at home?"
Fu Linghe didn't understand what Cen Li'an meant by that. What was this beautiful woman beside him? What did he want?
"I don't know what Miss Cen means?" Fu Linghe looked confused, his brows twisted into the shape of a "川" character, and he looked at Cen Lian'an with a puzzled look.
"Hehe, Mr. Fu, don't you understand what I mean?" Cen Lian half-hugged Yun Zheng, turned his head to look at Yun Zheng in his arms, and sneered.
Fu Linghe was about to ask for clarification, but he saw Yun Zheng move uneasily, opened her blurry eyes, and looked at Fu Linghe without focus.
She stood up tremblingly from Cen Lian'an's arms and rushed straight towards Fu Linghe.
Fu Linghe was prepared and reached out to catch her steadily.
Yun Zheng's hands were originally resting on her chest, but now she subconsciously wrapped them around his neck. Her fingertips trembled slightly, and her breath was filled with the smell of alcohol, and it fell warmly on his neck.
Fu Linghe lowered his head and saw Yun Zheng's red eyes. There was a look of grievance in her drunken eyes.
He tightened his arms and held her firmly in his arms.
Yun Zheng's eyes were a little blurry, but she stared at Fu Linghe's eyes stubbornly. After carefully examining him for a long time, she smiled and said, "You... why do you look so much like Fu Linghe?"
As she spoke, she turned around and looked at Cen Lian, grinning foolishly, "An An, look at this male model, doesn't he look exactly like Fu Linghe?"
Cen Lian held his forehead with his hand. It was too much to bear to watch. It was simply too much to bear to watch!
She sighed helplessly, "Zheng Zheng, he is Fu Linghe, don't get confused."
Cen Lian reached out to grab Yun Zheng who was leaning in Fu Linghe's arms, but Fu Linghe was holding her too tightly and Yun Zheng refused to cooperate, so she had to give up.
Yun Zheng seemed not to hear anything, still looking at Fu Linghe with a smile, gently tapping his cheek with her fingers, muttering, "Tell me, are you Fu Linghe?"
Fu Linghe grabbed her rebellious little hand, and said lovingly, "Yes, I am Fu Linghe."
Yun Zheng seemed to have heard his answer. She looked up at him steadily, hesitated for a moment, reached out to push him away, took a few trembling steps back, and put some distance between them.
"I don't want Fu Linghe, I don't want Fu Linghe!"
Seeing this, Cen Li'an quickly pulled Yun Zheng back into his arms and held her in a low voice, coaxing her like a baby, "Okay, okay, don't want him, don't want him."
Cen Li'an curled the corners of his lips in disdain, his eyes filled with both arrogance and provocation, "Did you hear that? She said he doesn't want you!"
Fu Linghe's eyes dimmed slightly, and a hint of determination flashed in them. He strode towards Yun Zheng, bent down, picked her up horizontally, and walked towards the door.
Yun Zheng was also quite drunk. She just frowned and struggled in his arms for a while, then became much more obedient and stopped moving.
Cen Lian looked at the two men's backs and was about to chase after them.
But she didn't know what she was thinking, but in the end she let Fu Linghe take her away.
Fu Linghe strode out of the bar holding Yun Zheng. The cool night breeze blew in her face, ruffling her hair.
The late autumn wind was already cold, and Yun Zheng couldn't help but rub against his arms, seeking a little warmth.
Seeing this, Fu Linghe quickly quickened his pace, carefully placed Yun Zheng on the passenger seat, and fastened her seat belt gently.
He hurriedly trotted around to the other side of the car, got in, started the car and drove towards Tanxiyuan.
Yun Zheng started to feel restless just after the car had driven a short distance.
Her cheeks flushed, her eyes blurred, she reached out to pull the seat belt, mumbling, "It's so tight, I don't want to wear this."
Fu Linghe steered the wheel with one hand and held down her restless hands with the other, coaxing her softly, "Be good, it's unsafe not to wear a seat belt. Be patient, we'll be there soon."
But Yun Zheng didn't listen at all. She said in a drunken voice, "I don't care. I'm going to untie it! You're so mean. If you don't let me untie it, I'm getting off the car."
As she spoke, she reached for the car door handle and leaned out.
Fu Linghe was frightened by her actions and quickly grabbed her back, saying with a hint of anxiety, "Zhengzheng, stop it, it's dangerous!"
Yun Zheng seemed to be deliberately opposing him, and curled her lips in grievance, "I want to get off the car, I don't want to be with you."
Her voice was tearful and was particularly clear in the quiet carriage.
Fu Linghe was helpless. While paying attention to the road conditions, he tried to comfort her, "Okay, okay, we'll get off when we get to a safe place. Now just sit still, okay?"
Fu Linghe's comfort didn't have much effect. Yun Zheng was quiet for a few minutes and then started to make trouble again.
This time he went even further and reached out to grab the steering wheel, "I want to drive myself, you get out!"
Fu Linghe gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. He was afraid of hurting Yun Zheng and afraid that the car would get out of control, so he could only try his best to stabilize the car and coax her patiently.
"Zheng Zheng, you've been drinking, you can't drive, be obedient."
Yun Zheng is now a little drunkard, and talking to her about reason is like talking to a cow.
If she could understand, she wouldn't be called Yun Zheng.
Fu Linghe knew that it was unlikely to bring her home safely today, so he could only find a nearby hotel to stay in.
He quickly got out of the car, walked around to the passenger seat, opened the door, and picked up Yun Zheng horizontally.
Yun Zheng was still struggling in his arms, pounding his chest with her little fists. "Put me down! I don't want to go home! I don't want to go home!"
Fu Linghe looked down at her, quickened his pace, and went directly to the presidential suite on the top floor.
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