This is an era of laughing at poverty and not prostitution, everything is linked to money, houses, cars, schooling, medical treatment, food, clothing -- all of these have to involve interests.

Two little guesses? Childhood? Love? These are a thing of the past, and now they are all linked to interests.

Someone asked, why did you get married? The answer is nothing more than that I love her or I love him, and of course, there is such pure love - but in this age when money is paramount, how much pure love can be left?

Su Qingwu was right, she and Yan Murong were both trapped by an invisible shackle. This shackle has nothing to do with love, it's just about the interests of two families.

Being in a wealthy family, I can't help myself - sometimes, love or something, in the face of family interests and development, must be completely sacrificed.

As for why Su Qingwu accepted Yan Murong, maybe it was because of the ideas she had been indoctrinated in since she was a child, or maybe she was not so repulsive to this guy who grew up together.

From the time she was sensible, her family told her who she was going to marry in the future, which may have been a forced acceptance, but she had to accept it.

Later, she got used to it, and then waited for Yan Murong for so many years.

What can you do without love?

Su Qingwu watched a movie called "Fake Marriage" in her spare time.

Sandra inside? The heroine played by Bullock plans to stay in the United States in order to successfully get a visa to the United States. The male protagonist played by Reynolds is a fake marriage.

They are the relationship between their boss and their subordinates, there is no love, only interests, and she uses the temptation to publish his book and make him a writer to make him agree to marry her, as long as he successfully gets a visa, he can get a divorce.

This is not the key, the point is that the two people spent three days together developed feelings and finally really came together.

Therefore, Su Qingwu thinks that it doesn't matter if he doesn't have feelings, at least he doesn't hate him, he can try to get along and try to live together - maybe one day, the two will spark, and it is not impossible to even create a small life.

Therefore, she and Yan Murong received a marriage certificate under Guo Wanjun's arrangement without any rejection.

Just when she was about to accept this emotionless marriage, Yan Murong, who had been stabbed a thousand times, jumped out of the window and ran away in the middle of the night.

If you run away, you run away, and it doesn't matter if you don't get married - the problem is that because of Yan Murong's escape from marriage, Su Qingwu feels that she has been greatly wronged.

There is a saying that hate arises because of love - think about it, if you have love, you can hate to die or live, let alone no love?

So, Su Qingwu decided to find Yan Murong, find him at all costs, no matter how much money was spent or how much manpower was consumed, and then treat him well, love him, care for him, and make him fall in love with himself - finally, he kicked him when he loved himself incorrigibly and couldn't extricate himself.

It's just that half a month has passed, and Yan Murong seems to have disappeared-

The sky was slightly bright, perhaps because he hadn't slept well for a long time, Yan Murong, who had always been rough by the old man before dawn, actually had a tendency to sleep until he woke up naturally, and it wasn't until the earliest bird was about to come out of the nest that he woke up leisurely.

Rubbing his eyes, which were still a little sour, and looking out the window at the sun as golden as the oil cake that had just come out of the pot, he turned over and reluctantly got up from the soft sofa.

"Full of warmth and lust, the soft bed is easy to sleep."

After stretching his waist and reading two nonsense poems, Yan Murong remembered a serious question - should he run away now while the woman hadn't woken up yet, or should he wait for her to wake up and say hello before running?

Let's go, Yan Murong thought.

If I waited for that woman to get up and see her, I was afraid it would cause a war.

tiptoeing up the dirty clothes on the ground, just put on his pants, and was about to go out of the house to put on his shirt again, when he heard a soft sound from the bedroom door, and then, Teng Xiangling rubbed his head and walked out with a frown.

In an instant, Yan Murong's raised leg froze, and Teng Xiangling's raised head also froze.

The two of them, with four eyes staring at each other for a long time, even Yan Murong looked at the broken piece of skin on her forehead, and confirmed that there was no inflammation, but the two of them had not come back to their senses.

"Ahh

After looking at Yan Murong for a long time, Teng Xiangling finally let out a scream like an old woman in estrus.

I knew it, I knew that she must have misunderstood, Yan Murong thought depressedly.

"Smack!" Teng Xiangling's high-heeled shoes that were still on his feet were missing, and they whistled past Yan Murong's head, and he could even ask about the faint fragrance of Lanzhi emanating from the shoes.

Yan Murong thought - women are different from men, if some men's shoes are thrown into the small country across the sea from China, I am afraid that they can cause a plague, but the beauty is different, the smell in the shoes is fragrant.

"Smack!"

When Yan Murong was still thinking about the question of the taste of men and women, another high-heeled shoe also flew towards him, obviously, Teng Xiangling threw it after aiming at it this time-because the high-heeled shoe was flying towards his handsome cheeks.

No one wants to ruin my handsome face - Yan Murong instantly came back to his senses, and after shouting in his heart, he made a lightning move and grabbed the small beige finger open-heeled sandals in his hand.

"Who are you, why did you show up at my house, and if you don't go out, I'll call the police." Teng Xiangling saw that his shoes did not hurt him, but calmed down, and while retreating, he looked at Yan Murong and asked coldly.

This woman is really calm enough, Yan Murong thought, if it was herself, it is estimated that she would have come up to fight with the other party a long time ago, right?

"Don't get me wrong, I'm—I am." Yan Murong thought about it for a long time, and didn't know how to introduce herself.

"Look at my face, is it familiar?"

Teng Xiangling cautiously retreated, and at the same time looked at Yan Murong vigilantly—sure enough, this face was indeed somewhat familiar.

Seeing Teng Xiangling's expression, Yan Murong hurriedly said. "Half a month ago, the airport expressway, you, me, the car."

As soon as she said this, Teng Xiangling remembered that the man who appeared in her house inexplicably and was still naked, was the idiot who asked if he was sick and was kicked out of the car by himself.

"Why are you in my house?" Teng Xiangling still looked at Yan Murong vigilantly and asked, even if he has seen it, it is only a one-sided relationship, who knows if he coveted his beauty and followed him.

"Have you forgotten what happened last night?" Yan Murong asked tentatively.

"Last night?" Teng Xiangling muttered, as if he remembered a little, but it was not very clear.

"What did you do to me last night?" Teng Xiangling looked at Yan Murong and asked viciously.