Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

Yan Ruqi gritted her teeth, and a nameless anger welled up in her heart. She stared at Dongfang Mo who was reading the document, and asked unbearably, "What exactly do you want?"

"What do I want?" Dongfang Mo raised his dark eyes from the document, glanced at her coldly, and said lightly: "I told you last night, since we had a marriage contract, Since you also said that not marrying me was the stupidest thing you did back then, then I will give you a chance to regret it..."

"I don't want such an opportunity," Yan Ru refused without thinking, and then hurriedly said: "That happened five years ago, and..."

"It's probably not up to you to decide on this matter," Dongfang Mo obviously didn't have the patience to listen to her continue, quickly interrupted her words, and said coldly: "Xi Muxue, you can choose to rest on the sofa. Of course, you can still choose to continue to think of ways to escape, if you think you have the ability to escape."

Yan Ru immediately vomited blood after hearing Dongfang Mo's words, and wanted to say something more, but Dongfang Mo lowered her head to look at the document again, completely treating her like air, and immediately knew that it was useless for her to talk dry here.

Well, she resigned to her fate. Now that she fell into Dongfang Mo's hands again, it seemed that it was useless to resist. From last night to now, she has been resisting, and all she can do is useless.

The matter has come to this point, she can only take one step at a time. Fortunately, Yu Yu and Che Qixuan are safe, but she has no way to notify them, and she does not know whether Teacher Nan Ke will help her to notify Che Qixuan .

Yan Ru secretly sighed in her heart, she had no choice but to sit down on the sofa obediently in the end, but the plane from Paris to Binhai didn't fly there in one or two hours.

Therefore, Yan Ru, who was sleepy in the end, couldn't stand it anymore, and finally fell asleep on the imperial concubine's couch.

When Dongfang Mo got up after processing the documents, he saw the woman who was still sleeping with an angry face. He was slightly taken aback, and then squatted down.

Looking at her clothes with two buttons missing, he couldn't help but smiled again, then turned around and took a towel from the closet to put it on for her.

Yan Ru didn't sleep well this time, because she had been acting as a demon all the time. In her dream, she went back to five years ago, back to those years when she first married Dongfang Mo instead of Xi Muxue.

I was tortured by demons all the time in my dream, so this sleep was very painful, and even the expression on my face didn't keep changing because of the painful things in the dream.

When Yan Ru woke up from the dream, the lights in the room were already on. For a second, she had an environment, thinking that she had returned to her own home in South Korea.

However, when she saw the cold back of the man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, she immediately understood that this was not her home in Korea, but on Dongfang Mo, a BT private jet.

She felt that the light was a bit dazzling, so she couldn't help covering her eyes with her hands before opening them. This action happened to be seen by Dongfang Mo who turned around.

"It's early morning in Binhai, but it's pitch black outside the window," Dongfang Mo said as he walked over and turned off the headlights, leaving only two orange, soft wall lamps.

After hearing his explanation, Yan Ru didn't say a word, and then turned off the air conditioner on her body and sat up from the imperial concubine's couch, and asked with a cold face: "Is there a bathroom on your plane?"