After the flash marriage, the richest man's husband hugged me and didn't let go

Chapter 42 042: Do you dare to open your eyes to a laboring woman?

The night sky is still deep, the night wind is gentle, and the cool moon is covered by thin clouds, emitting a hazy light.

The elevator slowly descended, Su Yang's back was against the elevator wall, his face was tired, and he gradually calmed down the turbulent emotions in his heart, and the anger in his eyes slowly faded.

After leaving the club, the breeze ruffled her hair. A smoky gray Bentley parked in the shadow not far away, the headlights flickered, and the windows slowly lowered. She raised her eyes and saw a dark and familiar face. Jump into the depths of the eyes.

Su Yang stepped over, opened the co-pilot's door, sat in, and fastened her seat belt.

"How much did you drink?" Rong Zhan frowned at the smell of alcohol, his voice slightly cool.

"Not much, just a few cups." Su Yang looked at him with an indifferent expression.

"The program group has a dinner?"

"Ah."

"What's wrong? Not happy? Who messed with you?"

Rong Zhan looked at her pretty face as pale as cold water, heard the strangeness in her words, frowned, and asked with a bit of teasing.

There was silence in the car for a moment, Su Yang pursed his lips: "I caused a little trouble, can you help me solve it?"

"Tell me, what trouble did you cause."

Rong Zhan smiled lowly, his slender and thick Yuanshan eyebrows stretched out, slightly provoked a few times, and leaned leisurely on the back of the chair, as if enjoying himself.

"You seem to be looking forward to it."

"I have solved a lot of troubles, big and small. It is the first time to help my wife solve troubles. It is so fresh and has a sense of accomplishment."

Su Yang: "..."

Briefly explained to him what had just happened, before he finished speaking, he saw Rong Zhan angrily pulling off his tie, unfastening his seat belt and wanting to get out of the car, Su Yang grabbed him in time: "Why are you going? "

"Follow me." Rong Zhan turned his head and pulled the corners of his lips through gritted teeth. Half of Junrong's face was covered in haze, and there was a murderous aura in his eyes.

Su Yang was a little stunned, the alcohol was washed away, the co-pilot's car door was violently opened, and he grabbed her wrist and dragged her out.

"Hey...wait."

Su Yang hurriedly unfastened his seat belt, and when he pulled him out of the car, the door was slammed shut, and before she could react, she was pulled closer to the elevator by Rong Zhan.

"How many floors?"

"The sixth floor." Su Yang looked at his gloomy and deep profile: "What are you doing?"

"Give you a place to go."

The corners of Su Yang's mouth bent unconsciously, looking down at the slender wrist wrapped in his wide palm, inexplicably relieved, the trace of grievance that had floated in his heart was also occupied by this never-before-seen sense of security. .

This feeling of being protected seems to have been absent for many years.

It was as if before, when she was wronged outside, she went home and complained to her mother, and her mother took her to seek justice and a sense of security.

It was strange and made her covet.

As soon as the elevator arrived, Rong Zhan took her out, glanced left and right at the private rooms on both sides, and finally stopped outside a private room with the door partially closed, and there was a high-pitched and angry rant from inside.

"I have lived for 43 years, and I have been beaten by a woman in my life. What kind of thing is she, Su Yang, who thinks that if she marries into the Rong family, she can fly on a branch and become a phoenix, and the Rong family can see her as an illegitimate daughter? Who doesn't?" Knowing that Rong Zhan only married her because of her horoscope, he dared to threaten me..."

"boom--"

Before the words inside were finished, the door of the private room was kicked open, and everyone looked at the door.

Han Zheng's spit was in full force. Before he could vent his anger, he turned around impatiently. Before he could clearly see the person's appearance, he saw a foot wearing high-end leather shoes suddenly kicked over and fell into his arms.

He was kicked to the ground by this fall, and his arms overturned the wine bottles and dishes on the table, instantly in a mess.

The people around immediately got up to avoid this place, and were too frightened to move by this sudden scene.

"what……"

Han Zheng scolded and wanted to get up, but the pair of high-end leather shoes came over and stepped on his arm, causing him to cry up to the sky in pain, and then he could clearly see the ugly face that was high above him.

His pupils shrank, and before he could return to his senses, a punch was slapped on his face again, and his neckline was pulled up forcefully, forcing him to look directly at the sharp and domineering eyes of the falcon, and the cold voice like a hell Shura. At the same time, it hovered beside his ear.

"Women of labor and capital, you dare to open your eyes when you ride a horse. If you don't want your eyes, go to the hospital and donate them."

"Anything is worthy of jumping in front of me." Rong Zhan leaned over slightly, stepped on his arm slightly harder, and narrowed his eyes fiercely.

"Ow..."

Han Zheng let out a wailing cry again, and the people present were stunned, and no one dared to go up to stop him.

Seeing this, Su Yang, who was standing at the door, walked over and grabbed his arm: "It's alright, Rong Zhan."

Hearing her voice, Rong Zhan threw off his collar with all his strength, and moved his foot off his arm, shook off his jacket, and inserted one hand into his trouser pocket: "Su Yang, you are covered by labor and capital, who dares to covet She has a point, and the labor and management don't mind cutting off his hand."

When the sound fell, his sullen eyes swept towards Fang Zhiheng in the crowd, took Su Yang's hand, kicked the wine bottle in front of him irritably, and turned to leave the private room.

Fang Zhiheng was so frightened by his eyes that he shivered, swallowing his saliva, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

In the car.

Su Yang held his hand and looked left and right. After realizing that everything was fine, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. A joking male voice came from above his head: "Does it hurt?"

Su Yang raised his eyes and let go of his hand: "It wasn't long before the stitches were removed from the injury on your hand. Wouldn't it be worth getting hurt again for someone like Han Zheng, does it hurt?"

When he kicked Han Zheng, to be honest, she was shocked, but when she heard what he said, she was very happy, unprecedentedly happy.

"Well--"

The voice fell, and the arm was suddenly pulled hard, the whole person leaned forward, the waist was slightly warm, the seat belt on the body was also pulled to the end, and the cool lips took away the sound of breathing.

Domineering yet gentle.

He's taking the oath of sovereignty and showing her overwhelming possessiveness.

"Su Yang..." A low and sexy voice came out of his throat slowly, revealing a charming charm.

"Ok?"

"Next time, this kind of gathering is not allowed."

Su Yang nodded, suddenly remembered something, and pushed him away: "However, I also got unexpected results from attending the party today."

"What harvest?"

Su Yang took out her phone, found the photo she took before, and handed it to him. Rong Zhan took it and looked at it seriously, frowning, "Qi Tianhao?"

"Ah."

Rong Zhan returned the phone to her, took out his phone to call Qin Yu, but was suddenly held down by a delicate and white hand: "Don't catch him, trust me, his retribution is on its way."

"What do you mean?" Rong Zhan was a little confused.

Su Yang curled the corners of his lips, the light in his eyes seemed meaningful in the night.

(End of this chapter)