Lovesick: The President's Destined Sweet Wife

Wang Jiajia turned back to the room, took a quilt out and covered Lin Huanxi.

She turned and stopped again.

It's uncomfortable to sit and sleep like this, isn't it?

Wang Jiajia turned around, took off Lin Huanxi's shoes and lifted his feet onto the sofa.

She swore that she had never served a man like this, even her father.

It's getting late. Wang Jiajia turns off the light in the living room, goes back to the bedroom and locks the door.

Just as the light went out, Lin Huanxi opened his eyes.

He just wanted to have a rest with his eyes closed. Unexpectedly, Wang Jiajia took him to sleep and brought him a quilt.

How ever was he taken care of by a woman like this?

His hand tightly holding the quilt, heart unspeakable warmth.

——

Ran Ruoyu left and stopped a taxi by the side of the road.

As soon as she got home, she received a call from Lu Dingcheng.

Because his father had gone to bed, ran Ruoyu got through only after returning to his room.

"Dingcheng." Ran Ruoyu's voice had a smile.

"Honey, I'm at the hotel."

Lu Dingcheng's voice is magnetic and sexy.

Ran Ruoyu especially liked that he called her "dear.".

"Oh, then you should rest early." Thinking of the fact that she didn't receive a call from Lu Dingcheng before, ran Ruoyu continued: "sorry, I was busy before, so I didn't receive your call."

"Nothing." Lu Dingcheng simply returned two words. He is really sleepy today. Now he is weak in limbs. Sitting on the sofa, even his eyelids are fighting.

However, he knew very well that even if he was so sleepy that he wanted to go to dream with Duke Zhou immediately, he would still not be able to sleep after lying in bed for a while, and even the more he slept, the more sober he would be.

Insomnia has been his norm for the past three years.

He was tortured, and Ruoyu was his medicine.

If he is not around tonight, he is doomed to insomnia.

"Dingcheng, I miss you."

After a few seconds of silence, ran ruo's voice broke the silence of the moment.

"Me too. I miss you very much." Lu Dingcheng never spared no effort to say sweet words to ran Ruoyu.

Just when ran Ruoyu wanted to say something else, suddenly a man's voice came into the phone. Ran Ruoyu recognized that the owner of the voice was the voice of Wang Cong, Lu Dingcheng's assistant.

"The boss will respond to your request in half an hour."

Since I can't sleep, I'd better work.

This is Lu Dingcheng's idea, but it's hard for people here.

The meeting in the evening is really killing.

"Good." Lu Dingcheng answered in a deep voice. Then he said softly to the phone, "if you speak, we can still talk on the phone for 20 minutes."

Compared with Lu Dingcheng's relaxed tone, ran ruo's voice was not very happy.

"Dingcheng is so late, can't work be put off till tomorrow?"

She was also worried about his health, but on second thought, Lu Dingcheng rushed there in a hurry. It should be a thorny matter. I'm afraid it won't be able to wait until tomorrow.

"Don't worry, I'll pay attention to my health."

Knowing that ran Ruoyu was worried about him, Lu Dingcheng felt warm.

As long as Ruoyu can stay with him, even if she listens to her nagging words every day, it is a kind of happiness.

"Well, promise me not to be too tired, or I'll worry." Ran Ruoyu breathed out.

"Yes, my wife." Lu Dingcheng just wants to make his wife happy, completely forgetting that there is a Wang Cong standing beside him.