After the flash marriage, the richest man's husband hugged me and didn't let go

Chapter 62 062: Mrs. Rong is this broken?
It was only halfway through the dinner, and Rong Zhan didn't want to spoil everyone's excitement. After taking his eyes off He Junze, he greeted the two directors and producers, and helped Su Yang to leave first.

The cool and refreshing sea breeze is soaked in this moonlit night with few stars, and it is soft and drooping.

"Rong Zhan, I'm so dizzy."

Xu is because of the wine's strength, and after leaving Wanghailou, Su Yang's body leaning against Rong Zhan's arms softened, and the dizziness on his head became even worse.

It was even better than the two bottles of wine Tao Anwen drank last time.

"The longer the two bottles of rum are stored, the higher the concentration. Obviously, they have been treasured for many years. You are welcome, one after another, won't you refuse?"

Rong Zhan frowned, his tone was full of reproach, looking at her charming state of drunkenness, his thin lips were tightly pressed into a line.

"Then you are very generous. The wine that people have kept for many years can be given to you for free as a favor." Su Yang closed his eyes, he had already lost his usual coldness that was not easy to approach, but was rather cute.

"Nonsense, think about Lord's status in the entire northern capital, just two bottles of wine, can you compare the favor of labor and capital? Isn't it worthless all these years?" Rong Zhan snorted disapprovingly, his tone arrogant With a little bit of disdain.

"Rong Zhan, you are not only bad-tempered and cold-hearted, but you are also so narcissistic."

Su Yang raised her head, under the moonlight, her blushing beautiful face was charming and charming, her black and white eyes were filled with charming mist, she raised her skin-like soft jade hand and gently poked his cheek.

Rong Zhan's brows deepened, and when her hand was about to fall, he took advantage of the situation to hold it, and with a little force around her waist, he pulled her soft body up again, and pressed his clean and white forehead against his. of the mandible.

The ambiguous breath was scattered in the quiet and prosperous night accompanied by the warm evening wind.

"Master has this capital narcissism."

Rong Zhan's eyes narrowed slightly, his Adam's apple rolled gently, the anger originally hidden in his heart drifted away with the wind, and was shrouded in her breath by the faint fragrance of magnolia, like a little spark, spreading to the apex of her heart.

When the voice fell, his face was slightly dark, he picked her up, and got into the black commercial car parked on the side of the road waiting.

"Back to the hotel."

Rong Zhan put his arms around her, squinted at her pretty and cold face, and spoke softly.

After the driver understood, he started the car and drove away.

The longer the time passed, the stronger the wine became. Su Yang was constantly adjusting his sleeping position, just to make himself more comfortable and relieve the feeling of dizziness and dizziness in his stomach, so he rubbed in his arms again. rub.

The familiar Chen Muxiang made her feel a little at ease, she greedily raised her hand and grabbed Rong Zhan's collar tightly and refused to let go, her slightly hot cheeks pressed against his chest through the suit jacket, listening to his strong heartbeat.

The originally bitter face gradually returned to calm.

After the car arrived at the hotel, the driver immediately got out of the car, went around the front of the car, opened the rear door and waited.

Rong Zhan lowered his eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "Su Yang, we're here."

"Ok?"

Hearing someone call his name so softly, Su Yang subconsciously responded, raising his tail, trying his best to open a slit in his drunken eyes, a handsome and extraordinary face reflected in his hazy eyes.

Frowning, he corrected himself in a serious voice, "I'm not Su Yang."

Rong Zhan laughed angrily at her contrast: "You're not Su Yang, who is that?"

"My name is Wen Yang, warm Wen, the waves of the boat and the snow waves reflect the flowers, and Xu Fu's general will not return Yang." Her voice was light and sweet, and her words were clear and clear: "That Su is not what I want. , you know? It's called Wen Yang."

Wen' this surname, she rarely used to show the public, because it was her mother's surname.

Since she was brought back to the Su family by Su Huai at the age of nine, her surname has been changed. After her first life, she hated the surname 'Su' extremely, but she couldn't abandon it overnight.

Rong Zhan's eyebrows were slightly deep, and his eyes were mixed with a bit of strange emotion.

"Okay, Wen Yang, we're here."

There was silence in the car for a while, and his mellow, low and soft voice sounded, as if coaxing her. The cool fingertips wrapped her hot hands, and he pulled his clothes from her palms little by little. leave.

Looking at her wrinkled neckline, Rong Zhan glanced at her, got out of the car first, picked her up by the waist, took her out carefully, turned around and walked into the hotel.

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The next morning, dim sunlight refracted through the gaps in the curtains into the dimly lit room.

Su Yang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and slowly opened his eyes, what entered the curtain was a handsome face that gradually changed from blur to clear.

The momentary daze also returned to calm, and she suddenly recalled the fragmented pictures last night, which made her quite annoyed.

After just two months of marriage, she was drunk twice in front of him.

It's embarrassing enough.

"woke up?"

As his thoughts drifted away, a familiar hoarse male voice pulled him back.

"Ah."

"Do you have a headache?"

Su Yang shook his head, sat up with his arms, rubbed his temples, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly turned to look for his phone to check the time.

But the screen of the phone beside the pillow just turned on, and the pictures of the screen saver came into her eyes. In the photo, the sun was setting in the west, and a beautiful white dress was fluttering, facing the sparkling sea with the silver moon reflected, with an elegant and beautiful temperament.

The movement of lifting the quilt stopped at the same time, and a trace of surprise flashed in the delicate and quiet eyes.

It was taken when she went to the beach with Zhuang Hao yesterday, and after showing it to Tao Anwen, she picked three photos from the Moments.

This is one of them.

his cell phone.

Suddenly, a hand reached out and took the phone, Su Yang looked sideways: "This is?"

"I think it's not bad, but I'm missing a screensaver, so I'll use it by the way." Rong Zhan glanced at the screensaver, breathed lightly, raised his head, and the quilt covering his neckline slipped off, revealing his white and firm chest: " It's 08:30, what time are you recording?"

"Ah, yes."

After being reminded by him, Su Yang suddenly remembered again. He quickly lifted the quilt, covered the smile in his eyes, and went to the bathroom to wash and change his clothes.

About half an hour later, Su Yang dressed neatly and walked out from the inside, checked his bag, and found that the phone was running low, he put the charger in the bag, and heard his voice: "Wen Yang, come here first Go after breakfast."

Su Yang's body froze, and he turned his head in doubt. Seeing his relaxed and self-satisfied uncle, he asked confidently, "What? Is there a problem?"

"No, how do you know the name..."

"You said it yourself yesterday." Rong Zhan interrupted her in a low voice: "Mrs. Rong is this broken?"

Su Yang: "..."

She carefully reviewed what happened last night, and it seemed that the name 'Wen Yang' was mentioned, but the picture was a bit scattered and blurred, making him a little unclear.

(End of this chapter)