After Being Betrayed, I Married a Tycoon in a Flash
Chapter 228: Mr. Sheng, You’re Likely to Catch a Cold Without Clothes

Chapter 228: Chapter 228: Mr. Sheng, You’re Likely to Catch a Cold Without Clothes

Ye Shu jumped in fright and hurriedly grabbed her phone—it was that Handsome B guy again!

Ying ying ying, if she wasn’t in a secret marriage with the Great Demon King, she would unleash her killer move right now and torture this neurotic single dog, Handsome B!

She answered the call, her voice dripping with annoyance, "Haven’t you had enough?"

"Little Village Flower, I knew you hadn’t blocked me. Since you’ve been so good, I won’t come knocking on your door. Let’s meet again if fate allows it."

After saying his piece, Handsome B couldn’t help but recite some smug poetry.

The corners of Ye Shu’s mouth twitched, and she fiercely stabbed the hang-up button.

When Sheng Shaochen came out of the bathroom, his body was dripping with water, which still clung to him.

His tightly arranged abs bounced with each stride of his long legs, making Ye Shu’s blood rush and her nostrils flare, as if she were about to get a nosebleed any second.

She hurriedly grabbed a robe nearby and ran over to wrap it around his masculine frame, "Mr. Sheng, Sheng, you should wear some clothes or you might catch a cold, since the air conditioning is set a bit low..."

Sheng Shaochen’s gaze was fixed intensely on her blush-red face, staring so hard she felt her cheeks might burst into flames.

Feeling embarrassed, Ye Shu lowered her head, her hands clenching the robe a little tighter.

He suddenly reached out and pulled her entirely into his embrace, his chin resting on top of her head, his deep voice as beautiful as the D-string of a cello, "I heard from Sun Nanjue that the new movie starts shooting the day after tomorrow?"

"Ah?" Ye Shu was taken aback, thinking he would continue to press about Handsome B, but he changed the subject to the new film "Dynasty" instead. She nodded, "Yeah."

"Come have dinner with my mom tomorrow, to wish you a smooth start to the shoot," Sheng Shaochen said while massaging her head softly.

Her heart trembled, and her face naturally burrowed into his embrace.

Mr. Sheng’s warmth was about to melt her.

Her fluffy head rubbed against his damp chest, like lightning striking the ground, igniting a fire.

Mr. Sheng felt more than ever that the girl before him was his True Destiny Girl, shining brightly with excellence.

To prevent any other guys from making moves on her, Mr. Sheng felt he had to up his game.

Mr. Sheng coddled Ye Shu all the way to the bed, pampering her until she was weak in the legs, the arms, and the body, until she fell into a deep sleep.

He got out of bed, walked onto the balcony, and dialed Sun Nanjue’s number.

Sun Nanjue was in a groggy sleep when he was woken by Sheng Shaochen. He yawned and said, "Ah Chen, why aren’t you cuddling up with your beauty to sleep at this hour, instead of interrupting my sweet dreams?"

"Change the flowers for the opening ceremony, all to blue lotuses," Sheng Shaochen ordered in a deep voice.

"Huh? Blue lotus? Are you sure you’re not mistaken? The flowers for the ceremony are usually provided by the partners or the organizers..." Sun Nan, wide awake with a start, was grumbling when suddenly he slapped his head, laughing uncontrollably.

"Ah Chen! Are you worried that your Little Shushu will be snagged by that youngster with the same surname as you? Copying others by sending flowers? Does our Ah Chen also have such moments of insecurity?!"

Sun Nan baited Sheng Shaochen with a mix of surprise and ridicule, laughing all the while.

Sheng Shaochen’s expression darkened, this wasn’t about lack of confidence, it was about preventing things before they happen!

"If they’re not changed, I’ll have someone clear the place!"

"Pfft! Ah Chen, do you have to be so anxious? I’m not saying I won’t change them, but right now, I’m really curious about what’s going through your mind. After all, that youngster isn’t so bad. The Entertainment New Force is quite something in the circle lately..."

Before Sun Nan could finish his sentence, Sheng Shaochen had already hung up the phone.