Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 211: Doing the most ruthless love deeds, telling the purest love stories.

These trips to the United States weren't entirely enjoyable; they were more of a psychological thrill, since we always had to consider Yan Zhuoyu's work the next day.

Yan Zhuoyu roughly calculated that, according to the agreement in a certain shady prenuptial agreement...

She owed money dozens of times without paying it back.

After taking a shower, Yan Zhuoyu came out wearing the smelly and soft pajamas she had carefully made, and called out happily, "Husband."

Looking up, she found Pei Weijin sitting in a chair, snapping a picture as if he were taking a photo.

Yan Zhuoyu was terrified when she thought about all the photos her man had posted of them showing off their affection on social media.

They were afraid he would release some "shocking" content again.

She knew all too well where she had drawn the puppy pattern on Pei Weijin's body.

She lunged forward, reaching out her hand to stop him, almost kneeling before Pei Weijin.

"This is not allowed to be posted!!!"

Once the number is sent out, it's gone! No matter how powerful you are in the financial world, if you get involved with anything, you're finished!

Pei Weijin reacted quickly, ignoring his phone, and reached out to catch Yan Zhuoyu, even stretching out his legs so that she could hug him immediately.

There was a snap.

It wasn't Yan Zhuoyu who broke it, it was the phone.

"Are you okay?"

Yan Zhuoyu sat on his lap, looking sadly at the phone whose screen was lying face down on the ground: "If it's okay, then I'm okay."

If this phone, worth millions, is dropped and broken, the cost of sending it back to the factory for repair and data preservation will start at several million more.

Although they are not short of money, the two of them have indeed been poor before, and Yan Zhuoyu still feels regretful when she sees bright red banknotes flying past her eyes.

Pei Weijin helped her sit down and picked up the phone, saying, "It's good that you're alright. The phone isn't important."

It must be said that the quality of the customized phone, which cost millions, is very good. There was no cracked screen and no marks from being dropped.

With her phone alright, Yan Zhuoyu breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness."

"You didn't send out the photos you just took, did you?" Yan Zhuoyu asked worriedly.

Pei Weijin was silent for a moment, then handed her the phone to check, saying tactfully, "Honey, I'm not considering accepting anything that violates public order and good morals for now. I promised you I could act out scenes to hone your acting skills, and a little playful banter between husband and wife is harmless. But publishing these photos publicly... isn't that a bit too much?"

"Oh, you're beating around the bush with me."

Yan Zhuoyu pushed him down onto the bed like a bully, her acting habit kicking in again: "Pei, you usually act all high and mighty, aloof and ignoring everyone, how come you secretly take these kinds of photos?"

Pei Weijin reached out and pulled the down comforter over them, covering the two of them.

In the cramped space, the two of them smelled the same with their shower gel, a blend of plum and pine scents, sweet and sour, like green plums just picked from the branches in early summer.

He held Yan Zhuoyu tightly in his arms, so close that they could almost feel the resonance of each other's heartbeats and the mingling of their breaths.

The man's voice was deep and loyal: "Because I love you, my wife."

Yan Zhuoyu felt her face turning red from the thin air in the blankets. The light was dim, and she stared intently into Pei Weijin's eyes.

With a warm smile, my eyes were filled with her.

She wanted to change Pei Weijin's nickname again.

All you need to do is change one word from the original phrase "Cold-hearted CEO, fiery hot".

The innocent CEO is fiery.

Spicy, yet innocent.

Do the most ruthless love deeds, and say the purest love words.