Contract Marriage and Pure Love with the World-Weary Young Lady

Revision The Bo family spent a lot of money to buy Shen Yu and placed her next to Bao Sitan as an undercover agent. After being married for more than a month, let alone crawling into bed, the number of times I saw Bao Sitan could only be counted on my fingers. Unexpectedly, at a birthday party, Shen Yu unexpectedly saw Bao Sitan losing control. In the banquet hall where the undercurrent was surging, Bao Sitan was dignified and distant, and controlled the whole place calmly. The indifference and calmness bred by extreme power are almost sexy. The next moment, there was a wet bathroom, under the pale light. The young head of the Bo family supported the sink and lowered his head convulsively. The butterfly bone was fragile and bulging, almost rugged enough to pierce the flesh. Seeing the fragile side of this contracted wife, Shen Yuyouyou suppressed the playfulness in his eyes and stepped forward obediently: "Mr. Bo, do you need help?" "Get lost." Bao Sitan's voice was hoarse, but his attitude was strong. Chen Yu retreated obediently and was about to leave when he was pulled into the cubicle. With hot skin and misty eyes out of focus, Bao Sitan ordered in a hoarse voice: "Touch me!" Shen Yu laughed, thinking that she had been drugged, so he pressed his fingertips directly into the soft mouth, pressed against the base of his tongue and reached down. A crisp slap fell on Shen Yu's face, burning. The second time I lost control was a beautiful night. In the shisha smoke, Bao Sitan's fair skin was stained with crimson inch by inch, and he raised his head and gasped hard in the sweet aroma. The usually cold woman seemed to be possessed by a snake of desire, her eyes were flushed, and her lips parted sadly: "Help me..." Shen Yu, who was originally watching indifferently, was tempted to get closer. Bao Sitan's slender waist curved beautifully during the spasm. Along with the water marks, the eldest lady's uncontrollable love words spurted out. "Don't leave me!" "You are mine..." His gloomy eyes gradually darkened, and he was seduced by this ultimate temptation. He leaned over and bit Bao Sitan's cool but sweet lips. After a night of lingering, when I woke up, the cold gun muzzle was pressed firmly against Shen Yu's brow. Bao Sidan lowered his eyes and looked coldly, and said in an indifferent tone: "If you come near me again when I am sick, I will kill you." It turns out that all this is just an instinctive reaction when the disease occurs. Those confusions and infatuations are just the morbid addiction of the world-weary young lady and have nothing to do with love. Shen Yu returned to Hong Kong sadly, and soon received Bo Sitan's death certificate and all his inheritance. In the first year after Bo Sitan's death, Shen Yu couldn't figure it out. The second year, the third year, the fourth year... She felt that she should hate Bao Sitan. After all, love is so short-lived and nothing, only hate lasts. Hatred gnawed at her heart and lungs, Shen Yu suddenly opened her eyes, and she was reborn back to the beginning of their encounter. Small Theater Late at night, Bao Sitan woke up from his sleep and felt a heavy and cold pulling feeling on his ankle. Shen Yu was hidden in the shadows, his cheek pressed against the shackles, staring at her with a spine-chilling look. "Sister, how about we die together? Never separate." Bao Sidan frowned and slapped him with his backhand: "Shut up and go to sleep." A sweet smile appeared on Shen Yu's lips, and he obediently curled up at Si Tan's feet and fell into a deep sleep. Purpose: Love is the great magic that heals everything. Even if the outcome is determined, we must try our best to make our lover reborn in love.