Romance is the only favorite: the story of the domineering president kissing his wife

Chapter 268 Mr. Cheng Called by Mrs. Cheng
"You..." Cheng Yiqian blurted out the words, choked in his throat.

The servant who was serving the hangover soup outside saw that he was awake, and immediately asked respectfully, "Mr. Cheng, you are awake. This hangover soup has been heated twice, and it might not taste good if you heat it up again. Would you like to drink it?" drink now?"

Not Pear Yuu.

A sense of frustration suddenly surged in Cheng Yiqian's heart, he frowned and said, "Where's your wife?"

Hearing his bad tone, the servant said cautiously, "My wife was still wandering in the garden when she asked me to bring the sour plum soup. I don't know now."

Cheng Yiqian glanced at the hangover soup on the table, and felt a little warm in his heart, did she send someone to bring it?Then she was the one who helped him from the wine room back to the master bedroom last night?

Cheng Yiqian thought about it carefully, but found that there was a fault in his memory. No matter how hard he tried to recall, he still couldn't even remember how he left the wine room.

"What time did Madam ask you to bring the hangover soup?" Cheng Yiqian suddenly asked the servant.

The servant thought for a while, and then replied, "It seems to be around 8:9 am or [-]:[-] am."

"Did your wife send me back to my room last night?" Cheng Yiqian asked again.

The servant shook his head honestly and said, "I don't know about this. I only saw my wife this morning when I was cleaning the garden."

Cheng Yiqian knew that he couldn't ask any more questions, so he waved his hand and told the servant to leave the room, then walked to the sofa and sat down, took a sip of hangover soup, and continued to think about what happened last night.

But until he drank up the hangover soup, he didn't remember a single bit of what happened after he walked out of the wine room.

A hint of irritability appeared between Cheng Yiqian's straight brows, and he casually put his hands on the sofa, and then he touched the neatly folded small quilt on the sofa.

Cheng Yiqian was startled, then picked up the small quilt, held it under his nose and sniffed it for a while, and smelled a familiar fragrance.

It's the lavender perfume smell from Rika's body. It's very strong, which means it lasts for a long time.

Did she sleep on the sofa last night?

Although they had an agreement that during the year of their fake marriage, they were just sharing the same bed. Li Yu seemed reluctant before, even if he was worried about something, but he was drunk like that last night, and he would not treat her like that. What threat, why would she rather sleep on the sofa than on the bed?
Thinking of this, the phone call between Liyou and Carl last night suddenly flashed through Cheng Yiqian's mind, his brows furrowed suddenly, his whole body exuded a strong hostility, and the quilt in his hand was crumpled into a ball.

He suddenly got up, threw down the quilt, walked into the bathroom, took a shower and changed clothes.

After changing into a clean suit, Cheng Yiqian adjusted his collar, buttoned his wrists, walked slowly to the window, and casually glanced down.

The window of the master bedroom was facing the back of the garden, and Cheng Yiqian's inadvertent gaze stopped suddenly when he saw the beautiful figure in the garden.

The woman in the garden has slender fingers, holds a pair of red scissors, and concentrates on trimming the flowers and plants. The delicate light and shadow are blown on her white and tender cheeks, lining her bright and bright smile, as if falling into the clear lake. Ripples, circle after circle, slowly sway in someone's heart.

Cheng Yiqian's fingers that were tying the tie suddenly tightened, and the tie that was about to be tied was instantly messed up by him.

He just stared straight at Li Yu in the garden, his eyes were full of tender and deep feelings, and the shadow of Li Yu was reflected in his dark and deep pupils.

After a while, Liyou seemed to be tired from playing, stretched lazily, said goodbye to the gardener, turned and walked back to the villa.

Cheng Yiqian just looked away, continued to tie his tie, then took the suit jacket hanging aside, and walked out of the room while putting it on.

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