When Ji Ying was eleven years old, Shen Huaizhi took her back to the Shen family. For the next seven years, he held her in his hands and raised her. But that night when she was eighteen, Ji Ying kissed him with the strength of wine.
Before her lips settled, he pushed her away coldly, "You're drunk."
Her eyes were red, and she submitted her application to go abroad the next day.
A year later, in her apartment abroad, Shen Huaizhi's suit was messy, her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked embarrassed and dusty.
He grabbed her waist and pushed her against the wall, kissing her fiercely and fiercely, as if he wanted to make up for the gap of more than a year.
Ji Ying raised her hand and slapped him hard.
"Shen Huaizhi, who do you think I am?"
"A dog that comes and goes when you call it?"
The man tilted his face, blood oozed from his jaw, but he smiled softly.
He took her hitting hand and pressed it against his heart.
"The girl I have raised for seven years," his voice was hoarse, "what do you mean?"
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On the wedding night, Shen Huaizhi's hot body pressed against hers and said hoarsely: "Yingying, what did you call me?"
Ji Ying, who was already fascinated by his face, subconsciously said: "Uncle."
Shen Huaizhi leaned down and whispered softly.
"No, I should call you... Husband."
Ji Ying whimpered and said, "Husband."
The corners of Shen Huaizhi's mouth raised, "Yingying, my wife."
(The heroine is an adult)
