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After a flash marriage with a disabled boss (GL)

Disabled, ruthless and profiteer boss   Huo Lan's family is getting married, and Lan Su is ordered to marry Huo Yan.   Huo Yan comes from a prominent family, but her legs are disabled and she lives in a wheelchair all day long. What's even more frightening is that her three wives died in the past three years.   Lan Su replaced his sister and stepped into the dangerous tiger's den.   The dazzling jewelry, gorgeous dresses, and doting "wife" are all traps.   Hiding her identity is her biggest goal.   However, when she poured tea for Huo Yan for the first time, her soul was seen through by this man, and the secret that had been hidden for many years was revealed.   "Has your hand been broken before?"   She was afraid, calculating, and wary, until later, Huo Yan stared at the fractured hand of the eldest daughter of the Lan family, with a sinister flash in her beautiful eyes:   "This hand, it's time to pay off its debt."

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Chapter 10 Living Together (I)

"My room, or our room?"

  When asking this question, Lan Su felt that he was acting crazy or stupid.

  Even though they were already legal spouses, she still fantasized about having a bedroom to herself.

  Click.

  The wheelchair stopped and left a mark on the carpet.

  Lan Su stopped and turned his eyes to the back of the man's head.

  Huo Yan's hair was tied up at the back of her head, with a medium-length tail. The curly hair was fluffy, but not as soft as usual. Instead, it looked like a rope, circling around and imprisoning others.

  She tilted her head, but didn't look back. She just tilted her head slightly and looked at the wall of the corridor and asked:

  "Which one do you want to see?"

  Asking questions instead of answering them is the usual style of those in power.

  Lan Su's breathing slowed down, and he didn't know what she meant by that, so he brought out his golden ticket of immunity from death:

  "All right. Just arrange it."

  The corridor lights cast their light on Huo Yan's half-drooped eyelashes, casting a crow-feather-like shadow, with no emotion visible in her eyes.

  "I don't sleep with outsiders."

  she says.

  Lan Su subconsciously wanted to say, I am not an outsider to you, I am an insider.

  But then she thought about it and realized that she and Huo Yan could sleep in separate rooms, which suited her needs. So she nodded quickly:

  "Me too."

Under the corridor light, her half-drooped eyelashes moved, as if she was somewhat dissatisfied with Lan Su's briskness, but in the end, she covered up her dissatisfaction and said nothing more, only one sentence:

  "That's good."

  Lan Su couldn't sleep on the first night at the Huo family.

  The room that Huo Yan arranged for her was opposite the master bedroom, door to door. It was smaller than the master bedroom, but much larger than the Lan family's room.

  The room was fully furnished, with her own clothes and the hostess clothes that Ai Li and others had recently bought for her hanging in the closet. On the dressing table were a bunch of bottles and jars neatly placed, all of which were skin care products that could not be named but were obviously expensive.

  The bed was a bit too soft, like lying on a cloud, with no sense of support.

  The pajamas were made of handmade ice silk, very slippery, as if she was not wearing anything. Plus, they were skirts, which she didn't like, instead of pants. Even wrapped in the quilt, she still felt uncomfortable.

  It's two o'clock in the middle of the night and I still don't feel sleepy at all.

  Lan Su simply got up, opened the curtains, put on some clothes, and went to the balcony to bask in the moonlight.

  The moonlight was very bright that night, casting a white glow that gently sprinkled on her body. Her soft black hair was draped in front of her, following the shape of her chest. Her smooth arms were placed on the balcony railing. The scar on her right forearm from when she was 12 years old was removed by surgery, and now it is smooth and tender, like an egg.

  She was not used to such skin, which was too smooth, like a mannequin. In the past, she had been in the swordplay, and she would get a few small cuts every now and then. The rough feeling made her feel more at ease.

Now, there is only one scar left on his body - the one he got when he saved Huo Yan that day, on the outside of his left forearm.

  This was the scar she hated the most, because it was not the result of an honest fight, but a deliberate scratch in order to hide her identity and pretend that she had no fighting ability.

  It turns out that Huo Yan is the most dangerous creature in the world, because Lan Su was injured on the first day he approached her.

  "But it doesn't hurt."

  Under the moonlight, Lan Su slowly raised her head and looked at the star closest to the moon. Her bright face showed a gentle expression as she gazed at the star from afar, just like when she was a child, nestling in her mother's arms, a little spoiled.

  "Mom, it doesn't hurt anymore."

  She murmured, her voice dissipated in the night wind.

  -------------------------------------

  The next morning, the maid Xiaolan found someone on the sofa on the balcony.

  "Oh my God! Miss Lan, why are you sleeping here!"

  Lan Su curled up on the sofa, with her head on her knees and her hands hugging her ankles. Her whole body shrunk into the shape of a baby in the womb, only the size of a palm.

  "It's so cold!"

  Xiaolan sighed that Lan Su was so thin that she could actually lie down on the sofa, and used a blanket to keep her warm, "Did you sleep like this all night?"

  Lan Su sat up alertly, his eyes falling on the small figure in front of him. He had seen it last night. It was a little maid.

"Yeah." She nodded. Her humble character made her subconsciously explain, "The bed is a little too soft. I'm not used to it."

  Xiaolan said quickly, "Then call us. There are internal landlines in the bedrooms. Just give me a call and I'll come up to change it for you! Are you cold? Do you have a headache? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"

  Lan Su listened and looked at her. This girl called Xiaolan was much more lively than the housekeeper Ai Li. The baby fat on her face had not faded away completely, especially her eyes, which were black and rolled around when she spoke, lively and spiritual.

  She looks a bit like her younger sister, like Lan Xiaoyu who has not yet been corrupted by the money-grubbing streak of the Lan family.

  "It's not cold, it's okay," she said.

  "It's not cold... That, I heard about it." Xiao Lan pursed her lips, slowed down her speech, and lowered her voice, "The previous wife was painting on the balcony one day, and was shot by a nail. She almost died! Because our place is close to the river, and there are forests across the way, it's sometimes quite dangerous."

  Almost died.

  Lan Su caught the word accurately, glanced at the door, and saw no one, so he asked: "Then, do you know how the previous three ladies died in the end?"

  Xiaolan shook her head: "I don't know about that. When I came, the third lady's funeral was already over. I just came this year."

  Just came this year.

  Lan Su re-examined the little man in front of him who was less than 1.5 meters tall, and asked tentatively:

  "Are you of age?"

  Xiaolan raised her head, blinked, and blinked again, with a look of sadness on her face, and explained:

  "I'm just short."

  Lan Su pursed her lips: "I'm sorry."

It was the first time that Xiaolan was apologized to by her host. She waved her hands quickly and said, "It's okay, it's okay! I'm often doubted about my age. Haha, Miss Lan, don't be so polite!"

  In fact, Xiaolan and Lan Su were the same age, both 19 years old. Xiaolan was even two months older, but the nominal second daughter of the Lan family was already 20 this year.

  Xiaolan saw that she was worried, so she comforted her:

  "Miss Lan, you don't have to be so reserved. Seriously, if you have anything to do, or just want to chat, you can come to me. Although there aren't many people in my family, everyone is very nice. Especially Mr. Huo, although he looks fierce on the surface, he is very thoughtful. Yesterday we all called you 'Madam', but Mr. Huo said that you just came and you are not used to it, so we should change to calling you 'Miss Lan'."

  Lan Su recalled that when she got off the car last night, the housekeeper did call her "Madam". It seems that Huo Yan is indeed a careful person, but she will not easily reveal this carefulness in front of outsiders.

  After washing up, Xiaolan took her downstairs for breakfast.

  "Mr. Huo gets up very early every day to play with Mini for a while. He feeds her breakfast before he eats himself."

  "Mini?" It was the first time Lan Su heard this name.

  "Yeah." Xiaolan's eyes were curved with a smile, and her face became brighter with the name Mini. "Mini is Mr. Huo's pet. She also has a pet named Bella."

  pet.

  Lan Su secretly imagined in his mind, thinking about Huo Yan's sinister and cold appearance, that this pet was most likely a large, scary-looking dog, or a colorful snake from the tropical rainforest.

  "Mini is a cat, and he is very attached to Mr. Huo!"

  Disappointed, it turned out to be a cat.

  As for cats, they are mostly vicious breeds, for example, the Bengal cat, which has brown skin and black stripes, narrow pupils, and a face full of arrogance and displeasure.

As Lan Su walked downstairs, he imagined and overlapped the image of the Bengal cat with Huo Yan, flashing back to the Lan family a month ago, when Huo Yan was condescending and wanted to pull out the teeth of everyone in the Lan family:

  "I only need one for each person."

  On the first floor, Huo Yan sat on the sofa playing with a cat. She was wearing a dark blue shirt today, with the collar open and the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing her thin arms. The black trousers were loose inside and tight outside, outlining the simple lines of her long legs. Because of her bent legs, the trousers went up a few inches, revealing a part of her ankles, which were slender and beautiful.

  And Mini was lying lazily on her lap.

  Lan Su guessed wrong again. Mini was not a Bengal cat, or even a Persian cat, but a snow-white Thai Mani, as small as a snowball, waving its little paws coquettishly in Huo Yan's arms.

  "Open your mouth."

  Huo Yan squeezed the cat strips into the size of soybeans and put them to Mini's mouth. The porcelain white little paws immediately held her hand and quickly ate her favorite snack.

  Tick, tick...

  Lan Su stepped down the last step of the stairs. Huo Yan just finished feeding her the first bite and looked up at her:

  "get up?"

  Mini followed his owner's gaze and turned his head curiously. His eyes, one brown and one blue, were so beautiful.

"mum?"

  There was a sense of disconnection at that moment.

  Huo Yan was a resolute and swift person, a murderous person in every move, a person whose look scared Lan Su so much that he prepared his funeral. Huo Yan was holding a soft and coquettish snowball in his arms. It was like a savage wolf carrying a basket of flowers.

  What's even more disjointed is that Lan Su felt strange in the last second, but in the next second, looking at this scene, he actually felt a sense of harmony.

  It even felt that the morning light shining on Huo Yan became brighter, and his whole body exuded the scent of golden sunshine.

  If you don't sleep well, you will indeed have hallucinations.

  Lan Su reflected.

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