CEO's 100 Days after Wedding

She is really afraid. Who knows if Charlotte or any woman will come to the door and say that she is Leng Shaoheng's fiancee and let her get out of the house.

"I repeat, come in!" Leng Shaoheng saw that she was still and said sternly.

Shen Qingqing had to walk into the magnificent villa. Leng Shaoheng pushed her shoulder up the stairs and said, "you can choose any one of the two bedrooms upstairs. Tomorrow I'll have someone move all your luggage."

"But..." But she hasn't agreed to live in this house yet!

However, Leng Shaoheng didn't buy her. He said with a strong attitude, "what do you need? You can tell my secretary Xiao Zhang, he will help you. What I want is for you to live in this house from today on and not go back to that apartment again! "

Shen Qingqing knew from his look that he was angry, and it was hard to refute. She had to live in first, and then try to move out after a while.

That night, Shen Qingqing, like Leng Shaoheng, lived in the second bedroom on the second floor.

After such a toss, the clock has pointed to eleven o'clock. Shen Qingqing didn't bring a change of clothes. She had to wear the old clothes to take a bath.

When she took a bath, she repeatedly confirmed that the door was locked, but she still had a lingering fear.

Now it's true that what Leng Shaoheng said just now is that it's unknown what will happen if a single man and a few women coexist in a room.

But it's eleven o'clock in the evening, so she doesn't want to drive people away, does she? What's more, it's his house.

After the bath, she had just dried her hair and was going to pour a glass of water on the first floor when she heard a murmur of pain coming from the next room.

"Well..."

Shen Qingqing frowned. There were only himself and Leng Shaoheng in the villa, and the murmur came from Leng Shaoheng's master bedroom.

She put down her glass and went suspiciously to the shimmering door.

"Mr. Leng?" She raised her hand and knocked on the door.

There was no answer, but there was a clear sound, like something fragile fell to the ground.

Shen Qingqing no longer hesitates, turns on the handle and pushes the door. The scene in front of her is a big surprise.

Leng Shaoheng curled up on the bed like a child. His face was pale as paper. His forehead was blue and his eyebrows were locked. He put his hand near the bedside table.

On the floor of the bedside table was a broken porcelain cup and a pool of water.

Shen Qingqing took a breath of cold air, quickly came to his bedside and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Leng, what's the matter with you?"

Leng Shaoheng was too painful to speak. He clenched his teeth and blinked weakly.

Shen Qingqing saw that his right hand was tightly covered in his stomach, and immediately understood, "Mr. Leng, do you have a stomachache?"

Leng Shaoheng forced himself to bear the pain and nodded.

His stomach has always been not very good. In the early years, he stayed up late to work, and his irregular diet led to chronic gastroenteritis. Therefore, he fasted bitterly and coldly, and even drank little wine.

I didn't expect that I had a few mouthfuls of red oil hot pot with gentleman tonight, and this damned stomach disease broke out!

"My God, why didn't you tell me earlier that you had stomach trouble? People with bad stomach can't eat such hot pot!" She said eagerly, and glanced at the glass of cold water on the ground again, with a tone of reproach, "you still drink so much cold water, how can you drink cold after eating hot pot?"