Busy CEO: Playboy at Midnight

Everything was fine because of that woman.

Lu qian, why did you come back?

As qiu xin' er walked out of the hotel, she quickly opened the car door and sat inside. She clenched her fists tightly and suppressed the anger in her heart as she muttered to herself, "Lu qian, I've tried everything to get you to leave liangchuan. I didn't expect you to come back. This time, you're simply looking for death."

That's right, only after lu qian died and completely disappeared would fu liangchuan stop loving her.

And she would have a chance.

A strange smile appeared on qiu xin' er's face, and she was intrigued. Lu qian, you asked for it.

Alan accompanied lu qian back to her apartment. Lu qian looked at him apologetically, "I'm sorry, I just want to get rid of him for a while."

"Honey, there's no need to explain. I understand that as long as he can really let go and stop pestering me, I don't care about being your fake boyfriend."

"Thank you."

Alan patted lu qian on the shoulder and looked at her gently, "Have a good rest today. Leave the beauty cooperation to me in the future. Don't think about anything else."

Lu qian nodded and watched Alan leave. She closed the door and hid on the sofa.

Fu liangchuan's eyes flashed in front of her, and the words "I'm her husband" from the hotel echoed in her ears.

Lu qian felt suffocated. All the sad memories of the past made her miserable again.

"Fu liangchuan, what do you want? You've hurt me like that before. Are you planning to hurt me like this all the time? Do you really think that I, lu qian, can only let you hurt me for the rest of my life?"

No, never give him the chance to hurt himself.

This kind of man, who could even kill his own flesh and blood, was not worthy of being a human.

Lu qian lay on the sofa, not wanting to move. Feeling depressed, she quietly fell asleep.

"Qian qian."

A man called out softly, his consciousness blurry as if he was in a sleep. He could not be bothered to open his eyes. Who would call out to her? Moreover, his voice was like that annoying bastard fu liangchuan.

Lu qian only moved slightly, as if she was still asleep. Suddenly, she felt a hand caressing her face, which made her wake up completely.

"It's you?" Lu qian looked at him in surprise and looked at the room. The door was already closed, but how did this man get in?

Lu qian suddenly remembered that fu liangchuan could easily unlock any type of lock, no matter how complicated it was, the lock in this place could not stop him.

"It's me, qian qian. Remember when we used to live together, when you waited for me to come back, you would always do the same. You would sleep on the sofa."

Lu qian looked at fu liangchuan in front of her. The smell of alcohol on his body was so strong that she felt dizzy. It seemed that he was drunk and came over to spout nonsense.

"Alright, please go back." Lu qian smiled coldly and stood up with her back to him. She didn't want to see this man, nor did she want to hear anything about the past.

In the past, she was too stupid to be hurt like that by him.

"Qian qian, I'm your husband. Where am I going?"

Fu liangchuan said as he walked to lu qian's side and held her in his arms from behind.

This woman, who had been thinking about her day and night, finally returned to his embrace. The feeling of holding her in his arms that he had not seen for a long time had been etched in fu liangchuan's heart and he had never forgotten.

"You're such an asshole! Let go of me! Let go of me, you bastard!"

Lu qian struggled as hard as she could, trying to separate the two hands that were wrapped around her waist, but it was useless.

This man was determined to hug her and did not let her relax no matter how hard she struggled.

Lu qian slapped his arm with all her might. Suddenly, the bright red mark that she had bitten landed in front of her eyes.

"Fu liangchuan, what do you want to do?"

"I want you to be my wife. I already told you."

"Daydreaming. I already have a boyfriend. As you can see, I won't and I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore."

Lu qian's words had already given fu liangchuan a boyfriend, and her determined tone had once again successfully ignited fu liangchuan's fury.

His gaze was so cold that it was terrifying. Without a word, he picked lu qian up in his arms and completely ignored lu qian's struggle and fighting.

She fiercely placed lu qian on the bed and pressed her head against it. Her warm breath landed on lu qian's forehead, and she closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to look at fu liangchuan.

"Let go of me, you bastard. Fu liangchuan, you're an asshole." Lu qian punched and kicked, but her mouth was not idle. Fu liangchuan's hands were like pincers, holding her arm tightly above her head. His deep eyes were burning with a burning desire, and he stared at her fiercely, "Lu qian, you can only be my wife, you can only be my woman."

After speaking in a domineering tone, he quickly tore at lu qian's clothes. No matter how hard lu qian tried to resist, it was useless. She could only let him ask for it.

After a long time, fu liangchuan finally found a way to vent his pent-up emotions.