Sweet Wife, be Good!

He Ning's body trembled slightly when Shen Jingyu murmured casually.

She suspected that she had heard it wrong.

The finger subconsciously touched his arm again, and the cold platinum watch in her hand also touched him.

After that, Shen Jingyu's voice could not be clearer in a dull voice: "Soft and soft."

Soft...

Obviously, when he hugged her last night, when he strove to love her, it was still her name.

But after waking up early in the morning, subconsciously, it changed to another woman's name.

He Ning's heart was suddenly grasped, and there was a slight pain, a shallow pain.

Is it Fu Meirou?

She has only heard of the nickname used by others called Fu Meirou.

He Ning closed her eyes slightly, fanning her long eyelashes violently, bit her lip slightly, and sat up.

Shen Jingyu couldn't be more aware of how severe the two sounds he had just called would hit He Ning.

It is precisely because of the clarity that I chose this name after careful consideration.

She deserves a better life and deserves a better life.

Instead of engraving him in the bottom of my heart, I can't forget.

After He Ning sat up, Shen Jingyu also sat up.

Her eyes were reddish with tears, but her expression was extremely indifferent.

Seeing him also get up, Hening pulled the quilt to cover herself, and said, "Should Master San leave?"

"Last night... I accidentally drank some wine, sorry." Shen Jingyu stood up and began to take her own clothes. His expression also returned to indifferent, completely different from the fanatical appearance of last night.

"I hope that next time Sanye gets drunk, he won't go to the wrong room again."

Shen Jingyu buttoned his shirt and said dumbly: "You shouldn't have been drinking last night."

"If you remember that you can't drink, that's the best." He Ning was angry, distressed, and annoyed that she would still care about him.

Tangled with her face, she fell into Shen Jingyu's eyes.

"What happened last night..." He said shallowly, seemingly annoyed.

He Ning covered herself and said quietly: "I didn't take it to heart. Anyway, it's not the first time, and it doesn't matter if you have one more time or less."

Instead, Shen Jingyu was silent for a moment.

He slowly buckled the buttons and tied the belt.

"He Ning, Chu Zhuohang is good to you. You cherish him." Shen Jingyu's words were deliberately slowed down, and he narrowed his eyes.

He Ning was not angry before, and each was well, but because of the different choices, she was not angry.

But at this moment, she didn't know whether it was his words, his attitude, or the two words that he uttered, which made her feel uncontrollable.

She raised her head: "Does San Ye control too much? What kind of man I choose does not seem to have anything to do with you?"

Shen Jingyu lowered her head, her tall nose was about to touch her.

There is only a gap of less than 0.5 centimeters, and his eyes are filled with her reflection: "I will be re-engaged soon. I don't want your progress to be too slow than mine. That would look like... I am exceptional. Ruthless, huh?"

He Ning grasped the quilt with his fingertips and unknowingly applied extremely heavy force.

"The President's daughter?" She knew she shouldn't ask, but she still asked.

Listening to the name in his mouth, the two of them should not be progressing slowly.

She has indeed heard a little bit that the people of the Shen family are already preparing for Shen Jingyu's blind date. The eldest son of such a big family, the identity of the person in power, will definitely be the focus of the public at an age suitable for marriage and childbirth.