Poor little homeless, Mr. Huo took her home and loved her

Chapter 488 You Can Only Be Mine

Her colleagues all looked at her with a smile.

"Ruan Huan, congratulations on your marriage."

"I heard that you are having a wedding with your best friend. She is Mrs. Huo. The Huo family is the most wealthy family in Jiangcheng. Your wedding must be very popular. We are so envious."

Ruan Huan was surprised to learn that everyone knew that she was getting married. But when she heard that these people had seen the report on the Internet, she understood.

Hearing everyone's blessings, Ruan Huan lowered her head shyly: "Thank you for your blessings."

Someone asked curiously: "Ruan Huan, I didn't know anything about you before. Who are you going to marry? It's not really that male singer Song Jia, right?"

Ruan Huan: "Ah, what are you talking about?"

Colleague: "You haven't read those reports yet, right? Many people on the Internet don't know, and they all speculate that your marriage partner is Song Jia, who you worked with before. Moreover, Song Jia didn't explain, but silently forwarded your report. Doesn't this mean that everyone thinks you are getting married."

Ruan Huan was confused. He opened the report and read it carefully. The more he read, the more outrageous it seemed to him when he saw the netizens' speculations.

The key point is that these netizens are unaware of the situation, as the affair between her and Fu Hechuan has never been made public. However, this Song Jia, who clearly has nothing to do with her, did not help to clarify the matter, and even deliberately forwarded it, causing everyone to misunderstand.

Just when I was getting angry, another colleague asked, "Ruan Huan, I see you are having an affair with our big boss, right? Isn't the person you want to marry... the big boss? Did you dump the big boss, or do you have a new partner?"

Ruan Huan was extremely anxious. Just as he was about to explain, a cold and serious voice came from behind him.

"What are you talking about?!"

When they looked back, they found Fu Hechuan walking towards them with a gloomy face.

They immediately lowered their heads and trembled with fear.

Fu Hechuan approached, glanced coldly at the person standing in front of him, and without saying a word, he hugged Ruan Huan's slender waist tightly in front of these people with intimate movements.

These people took a glance and immediately understood.

Fu Hechuan said coldly: "Next time if I hear you gossiping and talking nonsense, get out of the company."

"Yes!"

These people echoed in unison. They had long known the boss's temper and ran away in fear.

If they hadn't seen those groundless speculations on the Internet, they wouldn't have thought too much about it.

Just as Ruan Huan was about to say something, Fu Hechuan forcibly pulled her into the office.

Noticing Fu Hechuan's grim expression, probably because he heard what those people had just said, Ruan Huan simply kept silent and waited until Fu Hechuan was in a better mood before speaking.

Fu Hechuan walked into the office, sat down on the sofa without saying a word, and did not forget to pull Ruan Huan to sit on his lap, wanting to be close to her.

Ruan Huan tried to stand up: "I'd better sit next to you. This is an office."

Fu Hechuan said in a deep voice: "What's wrong with me letting my fiancée sit on my lap?"

Ruan Huan blushed and her heart beat fast with embarrassment.

Fu Hechuan: "In a few days, you will be my wife."

As he spoke, Fu Hechuan took out his cell phone and looked at it carefully.

Ruan Huan sat quietly on his lap, with her waist tightly held by him. She watched the man staring at his phone, his face becoming increasingly gloomy, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

A gust of cold air came over him, and Ruan Huan couldn't help but shrink his body.

Fu Hechuan's unhappy voice came to my ears: "Who is Song Jia?"

It is estimated that Fu Hechuan saw those gossips that were spread randomly. Although one can understand the man's feelings, he was originally the protagonist of the marriage, but now those uninformed netizens are speculating that the protagonist of the marriage is someone else.

Who wouldn’t be angry if this happened to them?

Ruan Huan whispered: "I have worked with this person once before, but it wasn't long, so you don't know."

Glancing at Fu Hechuan's mobile page, Ruan Huan added: "You'd better not read these rumors. This Song Jia probably wanted to take advantage of the popularity, so he deliberately forwarded the report about me without explaining it."

Fu Hechuan gritted his teeth. Even though he had guessed this situation a long time ago, he still felt unhappy.

He was so angry that he wanted to throw his phone to the ground.

Ruan Huan noticed it, held the man's hand, and said softly: "He Chuan, don't be angry. If I don't marry you, who else can I marry? On the wedding day, everyone will know that you are the protagonist."

These words instantly dispelled Fu Hechuan's unhappiness.

He held Ruan Huan's waist tighter, moved closer to her, gently touched her head, and said word by word: "You can only be mine. You can only be mine in this life."

Those deep eyes exuded an innate sense of oppression.

Then, he stared at Ruan Huan's red lips more deeply and kissed her hard.

Ruan Huan was so overwhelmed by the kiss that her breathing became disordered.

The woman's appearance directly aroused Fu Hechuan's desire. He threw Ruan Huan onto the sofa. His movements were simple and direct, but he was afraid that her head would be hit, so he carefully stretched out his big hand to protect her, without losing any details.

Ruan Huan was embarrassed and flustered: "Hechuan, don't be like this, this is an office..."

Fu Hechuan: "Do you think those people dare to come into my office and seek death now?"

Ruan Huan: "But I'm shy..."

Fu Hechuan: "Don't be shy. Once you do it more often, you won't be shy anymore."

Ruan Huan wanted to resist, but found that Fu Hechuan didn't give her any chance to resist. He just pressed her down on the sofa and started to torment her.

Being teased by Fu Hechuan, Ruan Huan was anxious and lowered her voice: "Can you solve it quickly?"

"no!"

Ruan Huan was speechless.

Fu Hechuan: "You know my strength!"

Ruan Huan's face turned red, and Fu Hechuan tossed her on the sofa for a long time.

When the torment was severe, she did not dare to make any sound due to the occasion and had to endure it. However, Fu Hechuan saw through her thoughts and became even more unscrupulous.

The two of them were affectionate for a while, and when Ruan Huan left the office, Fu Hechuan seemed like a completely different person.

The tenderness in his eyes was gone.

He walked to the French window and picked up his cell phone to make a call.

At this moment, he was only wearing a loose black shirt, his skin was fair, his eyes were cold, and he exuded an aura of abstinence, except for the clear red mark on his neck.

The call was quickly connected, and Fu Hechuan said coldly: "Deal with the rumors on the Internet quickly."

After giving the brief instructions, Fu Hechuan hung up the phone neatly, with a gloomy look on his face appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Suddenly thinking of something, he dialed a number that couldn't be more familiar.

A magnetic male voice came from the other end.

Fu Hechuan's eyes suddenly tightened: "I handed the media reports to you, and you treat me like this?"

The person on the other end of the line responded: “What’s wrong?”