Fu Bihong was obviously suspicious of him, and his consistent behavior Song En couldn't be clearer. He would certainly not allow him to maintain a friendly relationship with his female classmates.

He couldn't help but think of Chu Pan before and those unbearable things in high school...... I couldn't help but tremble in my heart. He decided to keep his distance from Cheng Xin and never let the same thing happen again.

But the girl is obviously not so easy to deal with and dismiss, Cheng Xin persistently pestered Song En and said, "Why have you ignored me lately...... I didn't go to club dinners. Did something happen? ”

Song En was not too embarrassed to put on an indifferent face to the girl directly, and only shirked and said, "I didn't ignore you...... It's not a big deal, it's because I have been doing something at home recently, so I can't spare much time. ”

"Okay......" The girl's expression dimmed for a while, and then flashed a little anticipation after a while: "Then can you accompany me to the off-campus library tomorrow weekend?" It is a club activity that requires research materials, and then you have to hand in homework. ”

Song Eun's face was a little hesitant: "But, I ......"

"Huh? Are you busy on weekends too? She looked at Song Eun, and there was some cautious tentative hint in her tone.

“…… Well, what time is tomorrow? Song Eun couldn't bear to refuse his friend's request.

"Tomorrow at 10 a.m." Cheng Xin looked very happy, and his eyebrows were crooked when he smiled. She patted him on the shoulder: "Remember to be on time, I'll be waiting for you at the school gate." ”

"Okay." He answered.

After returning home in the evening, Fu Bihong asked him if he had any arrangements for the weekend. Song Eun lowered his head, his heart pounding: "Yes, I want to go back to school to get something." ”

Fu Bihong didn't have any special reaction: "Hmm...... What time will you be back? I was going to take you out to dinner tomorrow at noon. ”

Song Eun smiled at him wryly: "It's going to be noon, so you don't have to wait for me." It's good to eat by yourself first. ”

Song Eun has no experience and can't hide anything on his face. The embarrassment on his face could be seen by Fu Bihong at a glance. He looked at him: "It's better not to lie to me...... You know what the consequences will be. Right? ”

Song En was a little nervous and nodded hurriedly: "I know...... I won't. ”

Although I am afraid that Fu Bihong will find out, I have already promised Cheng Xin about the weekend, and I have to go to the appointment no matter what.

He made up his mind that this time must be the last time he will meet Cheng Xin in private. In the future, except for meeting in class, there must be no other intersections.

The next morning, I got up early to wash up and arrived at the school gate on time. Accompanied Cheng Xin to flip through a few books and make annotations on the blank notebook. After it was over, Song Eun originally wanted to propose something like "don't meet again in the future", but he couldn't say it when the words came to his lips.

When he was hesitating about what to say, Cheng Xin held his arm: "Concentrate when crossing the street...... Why do you keep your head down? ”

"Huh? I ......" He was about to reply, but when he looked up, he saw a familiar car across the street, and a tall man stood next to it, his eyes fixed on Song Eun.

Song Eun was so frightened that he froze...... The extremely oppressive eyes and appearance obviously belong to Fu Bihong.

"What's wrong with you?" Cheng Xin was also attracted by his gaze. The car is no longer there.

"Nothing...... she frowned and asked Song Eun, "What happened to you just now?" ”

Song Eun was also a little uncertain...... There are so many pedestrians and vehicles on the road, could it be that he is mistaken?

Her hand was still on Song En's body, and when he thought that Fu Bihong must have seen this scene too, he quickly pulled his arm out of her hand.

Cheng Xin looked at him with some doubts, and Song En also realized that his movements were a little abrupt, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's just that I read it wrong." ”

returned to Fu's house with extreme anxiety, but Fu Bihong had not yet returned. He and Fu's mother finished lunch together.

Fu Bihong didn't come back until dusk, but he didn't seem to notice that Song Eun was meeting the female classmate, and there was no strange reaction or expression. Song Eun secretly observed his expression nervously, for fear that he would not be at risk if he saw it.

Fu Bihong just didn't mention anything. Song Eun was terrified in his heart, and he began to plan to take the initiative to admit his mistake...... But he didn't dare. What if the person across the street in the morning wasn't Fu Bihong?

He comforted himself again...... Maybe maybe he was just wrong.

When it was time to go to bed at night, as soon as Song Eun entered the room and lay down from the other side of the bed, he was immediately dragged by Fu Bihong, who was still reading the newspaper, and pressed under him.

Song Eun was frightened by his ungentle movements and resisted his lowered head: "I...... I don't want to ......"

But this resistance didn't work at all, Fu Bihong pressed on top and quickly peeled off his pajamas.

This is followed by extraordinarily rough sex. Thing, Song Eun was tossed over and over again. I thought in my heart that Fu Bihong must have seen what happened in the morning, otherwise how could it suddenly be like this.

But he didn't dare to take the initiative to admit that he was picking, so he could only whisper in tears: "I was wrong...... I was wrong, spare me. ”

Didn't get any verbal reaction, but was treated more harshly. It didn't finally stop until midnight.

For the next two or three days, he continued to do so, and during the day he was extremely indifferent and did not say a word. At night, in bed, there is no reason or omen, and the movements are rough.

Song Eun was anxious and uneasy, but he didn't know what to do.

It wasn't until a few days later that Song Eun received a text message from Fu Bihong during school class, saying that Song Eun should go home early in the evening, and that he needed to attend something in the evening.

Song Eun needs to take leave and leave early...... Fu Bihong's text message said that he needed to be home before five o'clock.

Song Eun returned home early in the afternoon, and was told that he wanted to accompany him to a banquet held by a company in the evening. He said he was going to bring his family with him.

The servant said, "Madam, you must be well prepared, and in a moment the gentleman will drive to pick you up." ”

Even though he had heard too many such titles, Song Eun still couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp. He asked, "Can you call me by my name in the future?" Stop calling me Mrs. ”

The servant hesitated: "This ...... How can this be? You are Mr. Fu's wife, we must call you 'Mrs.'." ”

"Don't call me that anymore." Song Eun insisted: "Anyway, it's just a title." ”

"None of your identities have changed, have you?"

The maid could only nod: "Then, I'll call you 'Mr. Song'." ”

Whatever sounds better than the title of "Mrs." "Remember to talk to the other people." Song Eun said again.

"Okay." The maid replied.

Song En waited at Fu's house for a while, and Fu Bihong drove there. Fu Jia's subordinates drove in front, and Fu Bihong sat in the back.

After Song En sat in, he sat on the other side of the car close to the window, and just now he wanted to try to ask a word to break the silence, Fu Bihong had already opened his mouth first: "Sit down a little." ”

Song Eun was most afraid of his unclear appearance, and speculated about his thoughts in his heart, so he could only sit down next to him obediently.

Fu Bihong saw his expression change, smiled inexplicably, and then said, "Remember for a while, follow me and talk less." It's also better not to make any ugliness in front of the public, make jokes, and disgrace my face. ”

Song Eun nodded: "Well, I see." ”

Fu Bihong's car drove to a club first, which was responsible for dressing for banquets. Song Eun was surrounded by several designers to measure the size, and the appropriate formal wear quickly picked out several sets. Song Eun chose one at random.

Before the end, the designer wanted to sprinkle a little perfume on him, but Song Eun hurriedly refused.

He didn't want to wear perfume like that...... It's like being a woman.

Outside the banquet venue, Fu Bihong began to hold his hand. After handing over the invitation to the waiters outside the venue, enter.

Song Eun was led to the center of the venue by him, and immediately attracted the attention of a large number of people. He bowed his head uneasily.

The Fu family is one of the best in strength among the objects of tonight's banquet. Therefore, of course, it has attracted the special attention of many people. There are even some directors of small enterprises who are not in the stream, just to meet the people of the Fu family and climb up some relationships.

When the organizer of the banquet saw Fu Bihong coming, he immediately put down the conversation that was still going on in his hand, and stepped forward to greet him respectfully.

Although the actual ruler of the Fu family did not come this time, it was a matter of time before Fu Bihong took charge of the Fu family, and behind him stood the strong underground snobbery of L City. Clear-eyed people naturally know how to be close to each other and curry favor.

Fu Bihong is not ignorant of personnel, he has already participated in many such banquets with Fu's father, and he knows how to deal with it. After answering like a stream, he generously introduced the identity of Song Eun, who didn't dare to speak out next to him.

Someone immediately cast a curious gaze, the whole process of the Fu family's wedding was broadcast live on TV some time ago, and now it is the first time to take this wife to a formal occasion. Many people asked Song Eun which family in the city was the son. Fu Bihong said the name of the Song family, and there were people in the crowd who understood, and said loudly: "The Song family...... Didn't the Song family's company go bankrupt a year ago, I heard that the husband and wife were also imprisoned for illegal operations of the enterprise, and they haven't come out yet. ”

Hearing that his family's bleak past was now being said lightly, Song En couldn't bear it, bit his lip, and said, "My parents didn't do anything illegal. ”

Fu Bihong didn't help him either. Just watch from the sidelines, and don't stop the gossip of the discussion.

The whistleblower at the banquet looked at Fu Bihong...... He knew that the heir of the Fu family had just turned nineteen years old this year and was a freshman. However, to have the courage to marry a man who has no background, it seems that he is deeply favored by his family. His gaze turned again, and fell on Song Eun, who looked very uneasy on the side.

The man Fu Bihong married also looks extraordinarily young, and his age should be 17 or 8 years old.

And...... He found something even more interesting - Fu Bihong didn't seem to want to protect his new wife, but instead had a look on his face that seemed to be watching a good show.

What's going on? He couldn't help but smile. Seeing that the spearhead of everyone's discussion was pointed at Song Eun for a while, he had to come forward to maintain the situation for the time being.

Under some guidance, the focus of the banquet was reluctantly shifted.

Song En frowned, and secretly took Fu Bihong's hand: "I'...... Can I go first? He couldn't stand the mobbing atmosphere and was terrified of it.

"Nope." Fu Bihong hugged his waist with his backhand and said in his ear: "You and I are the ones who have been noticed the most at the banquet, besides, you are here as my wife, what's the matter if you leave like this?" ”

"But...... I ......" Song Eun looked at him pleadingly, "I...... I don't like so many people talking about me and my family to my face. ”

Cause...... He didn't want him to say it, Fu Bihong should also be clear. What did his parents go to prison for? Every time he is reminded, it makes Song Eun sad.

Fu Bihong stared at him: "You have to get used to it." There will be many more such occasions in the future, and you will have to attend them when the time comes. ”

Song Eun had no choice but to lower his head and hang his hand. No more talking.