Queen, Forced Marriage

The sun rises, and the warm and dazzling sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the entire bedroom. The even breathing of the person on the bed is swaying, and the ink-like long hair is sprinkled on the white pillows, and the white and translucent skin is sprayed. , The tall nose bridge, and the thick and long eyelashes set off even more. Everything, tranquility, ease and beauty is too beautiful.

Slowly opened his eyes and saw the black suit next to the pillow. He stretched out his hand from the quilt and swept it over his face. Um, the good smell of grass mixed with cream did not diminish at all.

As if thinking of something, he pulled off the suit that covered his face, and his smile showed up in this bright morning like this. Sit up, took out the ID card from the clothes, and examined it carefully: "Lin, Zi, Kui, ha ha ha, have you found that your things are missing?"

Turning his eyebrows, through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the clear sky, blue clouds like the sea, must be a good weather.

I took the phone on the bedside table and touched the screen with my smart fingers: "Hey, Xiaocheng, get me a car, and I want to go out."

Hang up the phone, tap the phone on the chin for a while, check the time, it's less than 8 o'clock, "Haha, I won't eat breakfast anymore."

Opening the quilt, Fang Yiai came to the cloakroom comparable to the bedroom. The exquisite clothes and all kinds of dazzling and luxurious accessories are the paradise that women all over the world dream of.

I chose a tight-fitting T-shirt with a wider collar and a black mid-length black trench coat with a belt around my waist. Wearing black tight-fitting trousers and a pair of black high-heeled shoes, she is full of modern style and full of queen feeling. She picked a handbag with rash patterns and walked to the mirror to take photos repeatedly, satisfied.

"Miss, you don't have to sleep more, the master said he is busy at the company these days, and I have prepared breakfast for you."

Fang Yi chuckles downstairs and walks out, but was stopped by the housekeeper on the way: "No, Uncle Li, I still have to go out in advance and help me tell my mother."

"Oh good." Nodded respectfully, and opened the door for my lady. "Be careful on the way, Miss."

The bodyguard Xiaocheng was already waiting at the door, standing by the car door for a while, and seeing Fang Yiai coming out, even with sunglasses on his face, half of his beauty was covered, but the aura of the whole body raised up and raised his hand. The unique elegance in the feet made Xiao Cheng, who had been used to seeing her for a long time, been dumbfounded. Fortunately, when Fang Yiai approached, she reacted and immediately opened the car door: "Miss, good morning."

Fang Yiai lazily let out a breath from her nose: "En." If she didn't listen carefully, it would be as if she had never made a sound.

"Ring Ling Ling..."

"Hey?"

Dialing Lin Zikui's phone was beyond Fang Yi's expectation. She thought that the person should have been asleep so early, but only a few seconds after the call was made, the person's voice had already been heard.

"Hello? Are you?"

As a writer, Lin Zikui should keep the good habit of going to bed and getting up early to keep his mind clear and write good articles. The phone rang out of instinct, but couldn't get the answer from the other party for a long time. Take down the phone attached to the ear, unfamiliar number? Could it be a wrong number? Thinking of this, I want to press "Hang up"

"it's me."

Doubtful, press the PA button: "Are you?"

"Fang Yiai"

"Fang Yiai?"

When she collapsed, Fang Yiai raised her hand depressed and closed her long hair hanging on her sideburns.

"Your suit, and my car that you crashed."

"Oh~~~ It's you, why I'm afraid I won't give you the money, come to me early in the morning to ask for the bill."

With a blind eye, is Fang Yiai so short of money?

"at home?"

"Yeah, what are you doing?"

"Dudududu..."

"Hey, hello... Why hang up, make a call early in the morning, it's inexplicable."

Shaking his head, put the phone next to the computer, and continued to immerse himself in typing. Hey, the majority of book fans can't afford it. The author can't afford to hurt a lot. At least you give them a daily update for the current book fans. Thanks to their help, Lin Zikui is also very diligent. I still remember that she was still very young and playful, but there was no update on that day. My own comments were full of complaints, and the company’s complaint calls were all overwhelmed. It was all because she didn’t change the text, and the author Lin didn’t change the text. This seriously hurt the hearts of book fans all over the country. Hey, Lin Zikui just feels helpless. Is it necessary to be so scary? It's just a bunch of wolves and tigers.

"Ding Dong, Ding Dong."

"Huh? Did mother forget to take things?"

"Dingdong Dingdong."

"Here comes, mom, what have you forgotten... it's you!"

Opening the door, Writer Lin was frightened. It doesn't matter if Her Majesty the Queen has that terrifying aura. Do the bodyguards at the back still look at her with the same eyes they had last night?

"Why is it so slow?" Fang Yiai blamed Lin Zikui dissatisfied.

"How long did you wait?"

Hey, the murderous look in Queen Fang's eyes was slammed on Lin Zikui's face, and she didn't say anything. Before Lin Zikui's invitation, she raised her foot and entered the house: "You stay at the door."

"But miss." Out of their sight, the bodyguards are naturally uneasy.

"I said, stay at the door, Peng."

The words were a little stunned, and he slammed the door. Exhale, don't have to look at those annoying bodyguards for now.

Lin Zikui feels distressed, but that's a newly bought door, can't it be lightened?

You're welcome, stepping on high heels in Lin Zikui's house, walking comfortably: "Are you living alone?" The European and American style of decoration, more than 200 square meters, the whole house is warm, it looks Warm and comfortable. Even a picky person like Fang Yiai nodded her head. Lin Zikui was really successful as a writer. She was born in an ordinary family and could buy such a house in a good location like S City. She must have made her own money. With such a good decoration, it has to be admired.

Originally, Lin Zikui was on the Forbes list of richest Chinese Internet writers when he was 18 years old last year. At that time, it became a popular topic among the news media and the general public. Buying such a house is naturally not a problem.

"And my mother, it's just that she was one step ahead of you and made an appointment with a friend of Penn to go climbing."

"Oh, what about your father?" When he walked to Lin Zikui's study, he saw the computer that hadn't blacked out yet. I think I was writing a book just now.

"...I don't know, either dead or alive," shrugged indifferently, "I have never seen him anyway."

Fang Yiai was shocked when she heard her, stopped the hand that was hanging in the air and wanted to help the desk, and looked up at Lin Zikui's face without any expression: "I'm sorry, I don't know you..."

"It's okay, I'm used to it, and I won't take it to heart."

got used to? A seemingly ordinary sentence made Fang Yi'ai feel distressed. I didn’t ask too much, the atmosphere was a bit awkward, and the topic was changed: "Have you eaten yet?"

"No," he looked at the clock on the wall at 8:30, and it was indeed time for breakfast. "Have you eaten?"

"Like you, I haven't eaten it yet." I don't know why, when I heard Lin Zikui's plain and caring question, sweetness overflowed in my heart.

"Then let's eat together, I'll cook, and you'll take a look here slowly."

"Do you still cook?" I was so surprised that I felt that I could still cook.

Squinting her eyes close to Fang Yi's face, putting her hands behind her, teasing the beauty in front of her: "You think everyone is like you, you, I don't know the miserable eldest lady in Mingma."

"you!"

No one has ever said that to her. Fang Yiai was anxious. When she wanted to push away the Lin Zikui that was close to her, she realized that the guy had stepped aside and watched her face flushed with anger as if watching a good show. : "Don't get upset, Miss, let's change a pair of slippers. It's uncomfortable to wear high heels at home. Come on, I'll give you that new pair of slippers."

Without waiting for Fang Yi's response, whether she agrees or not, Lin Zikui stepped forward and took her hand and walked to the shoe cabinet.

How did it feel like a conversation between an old man and a wife at home? No matter how Lin Zikui was holding her hand, the strong majesty the Queen would blush at this very moment.

Walked to the shoe cabinet at the door: "Bring you a pair of black slippers, and match your outfit today."

I didn’t answer. I kept watching Lin Zikui’s movements and listening to her self-talk. He placed her slippers beside her and motioned her to change her shoes. It was very considerate. The person in front of me has a different maturity than his peers, maybe It is the reason why she is a writer, and it may also be the reason why she has no father...