CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

She didn't know when she turned off the shower, but she knew that she was on him.    

"Lu Yiran. . . " Her voice was hoarse beyond recognition.    

She felt like she was about to die, but when she saw his cold expression, she couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.    

Lu Yiran picked her up from the bathtub. There was no emotion on his handsome and cold face.    

His lips were tightly pursed, and he did not look at the timid woman in his arms.    

He casually pulled a towel and wrapped it around her before sending her out.    

The sobbing sounds he heard made his heart feel like it was being held tightly in his hands.    

When Lu Yiran placed her on the bed, he saw that the little madam who was crying badly had a pale face, and her lips were red and swollen from being tortured by him.    

His body was covered with the marks that he had left behind just now. One look was enough to make people unable to control themselves.    

His face was still dark, and there was no pity in his eyes.    

However, when he decided whether to withdraw his hand or not, his finger could not help but wipe away the tears on her face.    

Such a simple little action made her even more afraid.    

The tears that had just stopped flowed even more fiercely. Her entire body trembled and felt uneasy because of fear.    

"No, don't. . . "    

His eyes drooped, and his bottomless eyes were filled with a hint of restlessness.    

Looking at her reaction, The cold and gloomy voice said indifferently, No? Do you think you have a standpoint of saying no?"    

Han Zhiyu hid her body in the towel and kept stepping back. She could not even shout, "Lu Yiran. . . "    

Lu Yiran frowned and pulled his hand back.    

Han Zhiyu closed her eyes for a long time. She only opened her eyes when she heard the sound of the shower in the bathroom again.    

When she looked down at her own body, she was already in so much pain that she could not feel anything.    

. . .    

One was on tenterhooks, thinking that he would continue to do it after coming out.    

Time passed by so slowly, she didn't even know when she fell asleep.    

She also didn't know when the sound of the bathroom had stopped.    

When she suddenly woke up, she was the only one on the bed.    

The sunlight shone through the curtains and onto her face, making it hard for her to open her eyes.    

Han Zhiyu sat up. The slight chill that ran into the blanket made her shiver.    

Only then did she realize that Lu Yiran was sitting on the sofa in the bedroom.    

He wore an ironed, smooth white shirt and dark grey pants that wrapped around his long and strong legs.    

He was holding a tablet in his hand. No one knew what he was looking at, but his expression was calm and serious.    

The pale golden sunlight enveloped him, and on that handsome face that was as indifferent as smoke, the thin lips that had been biting on her body yesterday were only slightly pursed at this moment.    

His entire person was adorned with a noble air that could not be compared to his previous life. He was not even the same person as the ferocious and terrifying person from yesterday.    

Han Zhiyu's face turned a few shades paler. She immediately retracted her gaze from her body and turned around to get off the bed to put on her clothes.    

Beside the bed was the pajamas that she usually wore at home. It was a loose and simple long dress.    

Today was the weekend and she did not even have an excuse to escape to the company.    

"Stop right there. "    

She had just taken two steps towards the door when she heard his deep voice.    

Han Zhiyu took a deep breath and turned around, only to find that he did not even raise his head.    

She walked to the sofa and could feel the pain on her body every few steps.    

She kept reminding herself what he did to her last night.    

"Why?" Han Zhiyu's voice was hoarse and she took the initiative to speak. She did not look like she was going to cry. She just stubbornly looked at his face with one point of fear.    

It was not that she had not thought of the reason. It was just that last night, he did not give her a chance to speak.    

At first, she could only apologize in a panic, no matter what.    

"Because I fell into the pool in front of everyone, or because I didn't tell you when I went out, you just treated me like that. . . " She bit her lips hard, not letting her weak side show again at this moment.    

"What did I do to you?" Lu Yiran put the tablet in his hand to the one side and crossed his legs lazily. His cold eyes turned up and his lips curved slightly. "Maybe you have forgotten the fact that we are married. "    

Han Zhiyu's fingers were moving up and down, and her fingers were stiff to the point that she could not relax. "Do you know what I am talking about?"    

She did not expect them to be a normal loving husband and wife, but he also could not casually hurt her without caring about his own wishes.    

Lu Yiran snorted coldly. The coldness in his eyes was getting closer and closer.    

Although his eyes were getting colder and colder, he still had a smile on his face, "Sit down and talk. "    

The current Lu Yiran was completely different from the gentle and considerate person in the past. Han Zhiyu hesitated for a moment before sitting down beside him.    

When he sat down on the sofa just now, he threw the tablet in front of her.    

When she saw it clearly, her face instantly turned pale.    

"Pa!"    

The man beside her casually lit a cigarette.    

His elusive tone was like a drifting mist, "Explain to me first why I received such a thing. "    

"This, these. . . "    

She opened her mouth and flipped, faster and faster.    

Every one of them was her and Hee Yuanze.    

Some of them were originally nothing, but they were in the photos alone. The meaning was not right.    

Furthermore, it was clearly her and Wang Ziyue who met Hee Yuanze in the beginning, but the latter was not in the photos at all.    

Han Zhiyu could not continue watching and held the tablet tightly in her hands, "No, it is not like this. . . Lu Yiran, it is not like this!"    

Lu Yiran did not look at her. He held a cigarette in his mouth and squinted his eyes as he looked outside the balcony.    

"Is that so?" His tone was calm as he said unhurriedly, "Is the photo fake? Or has it been photoshopped?"    

"None of them. . . " She shook her head, her heart in a mess.    

Could this be the reason why he got angry yesterday?    

Han Zhiyu pursed her lips and looked at him, but he did not even look at her.    

His tone was calm, as if nothing had anything to do with him, and she seemed to be regarded as a trouble.    

"Who gave this to you? It must be to make you misunderstand!" She frowned and explained, "There's no problem with the photos, but he and I are just friends, not the photos that look like this. . . "    

A mocking laugh interrupted her.    

Lu Yiran finally turned his head around. The smile in his beautiful and deep eyes was cold and cold.    

He took out the cigarette in his mouth, spat out the white and white smoke, and said, "Since there's no problem with the photo, why doesn't it look like this?"    

Without waiting for her to explain, he grabbed her chin and turned it around. "I look very easy to deceive?"    

"No. " Han Zhiyu panicked in her heart and let go of the tablet to grab his hand, "That day Liu Liling came to find me and he happened to pass by. At that time Liu Liling thought that I was unwilling to plead on Han Yushu's behalf so her reaction was a little too big. "    

There was no change in Lu Yiran's eyes as he gently stroked her chin with his finger, "What kind of friend can casually grab your hand?"    

"There are traces of Liu Liling pinching my arm. She wanted to snatch my phone. Hee Yuanze only saw the wound on my arm. . . "    

Why was the picture taken like this? Who was it?    

"What else?" Lu Yiran casually took another puff of smoke and continued to ask, "I'll give you a chance to explain. "    

"Lu Yiran. . . " Her voice was a little whimper, and her misty eyes looked at him.    

He was asking her to explain, and he seemed to be very patient.    

But his reaction was even more frightening than his anger.    

He didn't even dare to say the word divorce. . .