CEO’s Contract Sweet Wife

Lee Weixi, who had her wrist grabbed, exclaimed out loud. However, after meeting Chen Yu's eyes, she obediently shut her mouth. She didn't even struggle anymore and meekly followed him out of the ward.    

Only Wen Zhixia was left in the sickroom. Wen Zhixia, who was on the sickbed, was slightly agitated. Because of the sudden rise of her body, the quilt she was wearing had long since slipped to the side.    

"What right do you have to call them out? Are you trying to take care of me secretly?"    

Wen Zhixia seemed to have understood something and pointed at the nose that was easy to spot. In between her eyebrows, there was a trace of unspeakable hatred.    

Easy Life did not choose to answer her question. She only gave a light snort. If he wanted the life of the little girl in front of him, why would he need to hide?    

"Say something!"    

Wen Zhixia, who had been unable to get a response all this time, felt a little helpless. She could really not tolerate this kind of conversation where the other party did not even have a single "En".    

It was easy for Wen Zhixia to remain expressionless as she couldn't see his emotions at all. Therefore, she decided to reveal her emotions on her own. Wen Zhixia felt a sense of insecurity between the two of them.    

"Looks like you've recovered pretty well. This volume is definitely not something a patient can shout out."    

Yi En expressionlessly said. Even if he was joking, his words were still as cold as ice.    

Seeing the easy face, the face that was dyed red by Zhang Shuo's blood last night, and the eyes that were wide open, Wen Zhixia hugged her head and squatted on the bed.    

After squatting down, the emaciated Wen Zhixia looked even more petite, like a child needing help. Her tears fell heavily onto the bed.    

"It wasn't me. I didn't kill him. I didn't kill him!"    

It was undeniable that Wen Zhixia was the direct cause of Zhang Shuo's death. Therefore, she had always been troubled by this matter and blamed herself for Zhang Shuo's death.    

In the morning light, a small woman squatted on a white sickbed, tears flowing down her face. The sound of her tears falling down onto the quilt could be clearly heard. The small woman held her own head, looking very miserable.    

It was easy to swear that he would never let this happen again. His hands were tightly clenched beneath him.    

At that time, he was only saving her, but he didn't expect that it would have such a huge impact on this little girl's heart.    

Actually, he didn't know that it was all thanks to his timely order. Otherwise, what he would have seen now would not have been the lively Wen Zhixia, but the corpse of Wen Zhixia, who had bitten her tongue.    

"It's not your fault."    

He found it hard to bear watching the little girl continue like this. He walked around the end of the bed and arrived beside Wen Zhixia, hugging the little girl in his arms.    

The wide, firm embrace made Wen Zhixia, who had suddenly been hugged, cry out in surprise.    

"It's not your fault, he was the one who cheated on you first. Moreover, I've already warned him once."    

Seeing that the little woman in his arms had slightly improved in mood, he caressed her long hair that was like satin, gently smoothing her.    

When he felt that the little woman's body was no longer shivering, he only caressed her long hair. He could easily feel the moist coolness on her chest and knew that it was the little woman's tears.    

It was only when there was no sign of tears that he was able to push the girl away from him.    

Because he had a serious obsession with cleanliness, he really couldn't wear dirty clothes for a long time. Otherwise, if Wen Zhixia hadn't lost control of her emotions, he would have lost control.    

The clean and clean moon changed the jacket, revealing a silver-white shirt. A large area of wet spots on his chest caused Easy's eyebrows to furrow slightly.    

Wen Zhixia's mood had almost returned to normal. She sniffed her work, feeling a little guilty at first, but then she thought it was also because of him.    

Therefore, dirtying a piece of clothing was not an option!    

His slender fingers moved on the buttons that glowed with crystals, and in an instant, the nimble fingers had undone all the buttons on the row of buttons.    

Wen Zhixia's eyes turned red with tears as her neat eight abdominal muscles were exposed to the air.    

"Thank you!"    

She had to thank Zhang Shuo for saving her, no matter what, after seeing such a clean and loving ice cube trying to comfort her for so long.    

As expected, it was easy for him to be naked. He took out his phone from the pocket of his suit and dialed a number.    

"Chen Yu, prepare a new suit, send it over."    

Wen Zhixia almost drooled when she saw how easy it was for her to lift her phone and how well-built she was.    

"That's it?"    

Wen Zhixia, who thought she didn't hear his thanks, saw how easy it was to put down her phone, looked into his eyes and said lightly.    

Wen Zhixia's mind went blank for a few seconds before she realized that he was just saying thanks, which meant he didn't want to be sincere.    

What else do you want of her? The dignified Young Master Rong didn't lack anything. He even asked her, a poor female university student, for a thank-you gift, to see if she would report him if she had the chance!    

Wen Zhixia continued to think, ignoring the other emojis that were staring at her from the side.    

Regardless of whether the little woman was frowning, pouting, or thinking of something else, a mischievous smile would appear on her face. Each expression was enough to make one easily fall into depravity.    

He couldn't help but lean over and kiss the soft lips of the cherry blossoms that were slightly pink from weakness.    

Wen Zhixia's eyes widened as her handsome face expanded in an instant. The touch of his icy lips caused her to open her eyes wide.    

What is this fellow doing? Why is he kissing me?    

Realizing the inattentiveness of the young woman, the easy hand wrapped around her waist and the other around the back of her neck.    

Wen Zhixia, who had deepened the kiss and wanted to reject it, couldn't struggle free at all. Her small, delicate fists were like eggs striking a stone.    

Wen Zhixia had not struggled for long before she was forced to surrender. She was easily laid flat on the bed, and their lips never parted.    

Wen Zhixia, who was lying on the sickbed, let the man kiss her as he wished. Her clenched fist gradually loosened as well, stroking her tenacious muscles.    

The faint smell of disinfectant made the two of them even more emotional.    

Wen Zhixia had already released her hand from her waist. She struggled agilely with the buttons on Wen Zhixia's chest. However, the result was obvious, even with her eyes closed, to undo the buttons.    

It was as easy for him as it was for his name.    

Wen Zhixia felt a chill in her chest and opened her eyes.