"Get out of the car," Feng Yan held Su Hanyan's hand outside the car in the driveway of Fengjia's Hushan Villa, "Do you hear me?"
"Ayan, please, let me go!" Su Hanyan's heart was beating uncontrollably. One of her hands was grabbed by Feng Yan, but the other hand grabbed the car door and refused to let go.
, "I won't go, I won't go..."
"What are you afraid of?"
"I...I, isn't our marriage fake? I'm afraid it would be embarrassing if we were discovered!" There is no such thing as a fake marriage where you have to live back home and meet your parents.
How will he face his family when they go their separate ways in the future?
"I will also accompany you to meet your parents. I'm not afraid of you. What are you afraid of?" Feng Yan bent down and half-supported and half-hugged her out of the car. Chi Yu immediately stepped forward and closed the door.
In front of you, a tall white European-style building surrounded by English roses stands in a beautiful landscape.
God, this villa is so big, and the garden is so big.
Su Hanyan shrank her head into Feng Yan's arms, "You don't have to go see my family, I don't have this requirement."
"Then, do you want to show them the marriage registration certificate?"
"Proof?" Su Hanyan suddenly woke up as if from a dream. She straightened up and nodded vigorously, "Of course, you must see that."
"You want to see fake ones too?"
"Is that true?" She retorted. The marriage certificate must be returned. Not only He Zhiyong wants to see it, but the lawyer also wants to see it.
Otherwise, she would not be able to get her mother's share of the inheritance. Of course, the marriage certificate alone would not be enough, and a child would have to be added.
But she is not pregnant!
It takes a long time to do it in the office break room, so what’s the use? It’s a safe period!
She even felt that Feng Yan did it on purpose and would definitely pay special attention to this aspect in the future. She guessed that although this man used marriage as a game, he would definitely not play with his children as well.
After all, the descendants of a family like the Feng family are not something to play around with.
She was reluctantly held by Feng Yan and dragged into the house. When they reached the entrance, a maid came to fetch their shoes.
"Master..."
"This is the young lady!" Feng Yan bent down and changed Su Hanyan's shoes himself.
The maid suddenly raised her head and was stunned. It took her a while to react, "Young...Mrs...."
"Where's Madam?"
"In...in the kitchen..."
Feng Yan dragged Su Hanyan toward the kitchen, but Su Hanyan kept trying to open the big hand that was holding her.
"Ayan, I'm gone. I'm gone, okay? At most, I will listen to you when I do that...and that." She was very nervous and spoke without hesitation.
"Listen to me? How could you not listen to me?" When we are happy, he has always been the leader, and she can only be submissive. "Are you stupid? Are you trying to make terms for me with this?"
Su Hanyan was about to cry but her body was shaking due to extreme nervousness.
"Don't be afraid, no one can eat you, except me." Feng Yan still had a charming evil smile on his face, walked to the kitchen door and pinched her waist, "Keep smiling."
In the kitchen, Xia Yucheng, who loves cooking, was sorting ingredients in front of the tidying table, while Muzi was helping her.
Hearing the footsteps, Xia Yucheng and Muzi both raised their heads.
"Young Master..." Muzi bowed respectfully, then looked at Su Hanyan and didn't know what to call him.
Feng Yan hugged Su Hanyan and brought her to Xia Yucheng. He smiled and said, "Mom, this is Su Hanyan, my wife."