Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

"I don't have a Chinese visa, so I can't go to Binhai with you," Yan Ru quickly snatched Dongfang Mo's words, obviously reminding him not to get confused and think that this is a certain city in China, he can let himself Shuttle back and forth.

"I said you can, you can," Dongfang Mo looked at her with mocking eyes, then reached out to pat her face and said, "Okay, you just rest here, I'll go out first, as for how to get rid of it?" It's up to me to bring you back to Binhai, you... really don't have to worry about it!"

After saying that, she turned around gracefully and walked towards the door, quickly opened the door and walked out, and at the same time closed the door with a 'bang', and then disappeared from Yan Ru's sight.

Yan Ru could only sit in this overly luxurious presidential suite, and did not make any stupid moves to open the door and escape, because she knew that since Dongfang Mo had caught her, she would not let her run away easily. If the door is not locked from the outside, there must be security at the door or something.

There must be no escape from the door, there is no doubt about it, so what about other places?

She couldn't help but came to the window to see that the cars running on the street downstairs seemed to be the size of toy cars. This silently reminded her that the floors are so high now that jumping off would be tantamount to suicide.

Of course she can't commit suicide, and suicide is a stupid act. Moreover, she is not alone now, she still has her little feather, she can't let little feather alone in this world.

Besides, even if she didn't have Little Feather, she couldn't commit suicide, because suicide wouldn't threaten Dongfang Mo, and suicide didn't do any good to her, and it didn't seem to do any harm to Dongfang Mo.

Dongfang Mo left and did not come back for several hours. Yan Ru felt hungry, so she had to open the refrigerator, and then took out milk and bread to satisfy her hunger. The principle was to fill her stomach first. .

The bed in the presidential suite is always extravagant. She lay on the bed without even changing her clothes, wanting to sleep and replenish her strength, because only with sufficient strength can she find a chance to escape tomorrow.

However, people are like this sometimes, the more you want to fall asleep, the more you can't fall asleep, Yan Ru is the same at this time, on this overly extravagant bed, she closes her eyes and turns over and over again, but she just can't fall asleep.

Those events five years ago flashed through her mind as clearly as a movie, replacing her younger sister Xi Muxue to marry Dongfang Mo who was burned beyond recognition...

The surprise at the wedding, the astonishment on the wedding night, and the devil gnawing fiercely with his bloody mouth open...

She once resigned to her fate like that, she once gave so hard, she once...

I still remember the helplessness of being kicked out of Dongfang's house when the Xi's family closed down. I still remember that when Zheng Yifan was framed, he ruthlessly pushed over a mistress agreement. I still remember that when Zheng Yifan came to find her and was caught by him, he Humiliated her in front of everyone, remember...

For five years, she has been deliberately ignoring, has been working hard, and has been constantly focusing her thoughts and attention on Huahua and Xiaoyu, honing herself into a master of disguise.

It's a pity that her cultivation was not enough, so when she met Dongfang Mo, all the strength she pretended to be strong was kicked into a mess by him, and she was completely defeated, and the strength of resistance could not be gathered at all.