Don't Try to Run Away, Madam President: The Cute Triplets

Chapter 152: Meet the Crazy Handsome Guy Again

I looked at the empty hotel. Qin Niannian and Gu Yujue left, and I was left alone. I had thought a lot these days about whether I loved Fu Sihan or not. My longing for him increased day by day these days, but I didn't want him to love someone else when he had lost his memory. Forget it.

I checked out of the hotel room and saw on my phone that I had blocked Fu Sihan. Should I block him back? I don't want to think about it anymore. I don't know what happened to the kids.

Before I knew it, I was at the Bloody Bar. I decided to drink alone, so I ordered a cocktail. It wasn't long before the waiter brought it over.

I stared at the cocktail in front of me and drank it in one gulp. Oh my god, it was so intoxicating. I drank one glass after another. I looked at the glass as if I saw Fu Sihan. If I didn't believe it, I would drink it all in one gulp.

Ever since Lin Youyou came back, everything around me has changed. After Fu Sihan got into the car accident, he didn't recognize me anymore. He only remembered Lin Youyou. He forgot about the child we had and that we were married. Maybe I should let go.

At this time, I called Fu Sihan. Fu Sihan was busy with company affairs, and the phone was in the hands of Special Assistant Chen.

When Special Assistant Chen saw his wife's call, his heart tightened slightly. He knew that the relationship between his wife and Mr. Fu had reached a stalemate recently, and every contact between the two seemed to be filled with endless bitterness. He hesitated for a moment, then walked towards Fu Sihan with his phone.

"Mr. Fu, it's my wife calling," Special Assistant Chen said softly. Fu Sihan frowned slightly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: confusion, longing, and a hint of anticipation that he himself hadn't noticed. He answered the phone and asked tremblingly, "Wanting, where are you? Please come home quickly! The children miss you, and of course I..." At this moment, Lin Youyou arrived with pork rib soup and said in a delicate voice, "Brother Sihan, I spent several hours simmering this this morning, especially for you to nourish your body."

After a moment's silence, I mustered up the courage to say, "Fu Sihan, let's...let's get a divorce." I tried hard to suppress the trembling in my voice, and I tried hard not to let Fu Sihan hear that I was crying.

Fu Sihan was stunned. He left the office without even eating a bite of Lin Youyou's food, leaving Lin Youyou in tears. Why can they go home from get off work, but I am the only one who has to watch them every day?

He hadn't expected me to say such a thing. The documents in his hand dropped unconsciously, and the air around him seemed to freeze instantly. "What did you say? Why?" His voice trembled, and an inexplicable panic surged in his heart.

"Lin Youyou is back. You only remember her after you lost your memory. You are no longer the Fu Sihan who belongs to me and the children. I don't want to suffer like this anymore. Maybe letting go is better for both of us." I hung up the phone after I said that.

Fu Sihan held up his phone and said, "Go find her for me, even if you have to dig deep underground, you must find my wife. If you can't find her, you all must leave the company."

At the same time, in a corner of the bar, a man was watching me drink. I was a little tipsy at this time. I saw that the man in the bar had two heads. I shook my head and said, "Why do I feel like someone is watching me?"

I tried hard to see clearly, but my vision grew increasingly blurry, and my head felt heavy. The cacophony of music and the chatter of people in the bar mingled together, buzzing in my ears like it was swallowing me up.

"I finally found you, my little beauty! You stepped on me and ran away, and now I finally see you." A slightly teasing voice sounded beside me. I turned my head and saw the man who had been staring at me. He had deep eyes, filled with a complex emotion I couldn't decipher. Beneath his high nose, his lips were slightly raised, a hint of a smile. "Who are you?" I asked, frowning, trying to appear more alert, but my body was swaying uncontrollably.

The man didn't answer my question. He just sat down next to me and pulled me so that I couldn't move. "A few days ago, you accepted my bouquet but threw it away. Have you forgotten? Woman, you have successfully caught my attention. I fell in love with you at first sight, so you are destined to be my woman."

I struggled to break free from his hand, "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't know you at all, let me go!" My voice trembled a little. The alcohol made my body weak, and my resistance seemed so weak in front of him.

The man had no intention of letting go, but moved closer. "Little wild cat. Have you forgotten so quickly? A few days ago, you and your friend were at my place. You clearly received the bouquet, but you two were so disgusted that you threw it away. Am I really not handsome? Don't you feel moved when you see me?" The man came closer and closer, and whispered in my ear: "Little wild cat, it doesn't matter if we don't know each other. We have plenty of time to get to know each other. From the moment you stepped on my foot, I knew you were the one I fell in love with at first sight."

After I heard this, I remembered that I received a bouquet of flowers in the Bloody Bar a few days ago, and then I threw it out. The man stopped us from leaving, so I stepped on that man. Could it be that this man was the man whose foot I stepped on that night?

My eyes widened as I stared at the man before me, my memory gradually becoming clearer. Yes, it was him. That night, his eyes were just as fiery and tinged with madness as they were now. "You? You lunatic! Let me go!" I roared angrily, a wave of fear welling up in my heart.

The corners of his mouth rose up, revealing a wicked smile, "Yes, it's me. From the moment you stepped on me, your figure has been imprinted in my mind. I won't let you escape again." His hands tightly gripped me like an iron clamp, and I felt like a prey trapped in a trap.

I don't like you! Please let me go! I struggled desperately but it was no use.

He heard my plea for mercy, but just chuckled and whispered in my ear: No one can escape from my palm. If you accept my bouquet, you must be responsible for me! After that, he hugged me in his arms and kissed me. His kiss fell like a storm, with an unyielding dominance. I struggled desperately but it was useless. His lips explored the tip of my tongue frantically.

I just said "No..." and his tongue forcibly pried open my teeth, and his tongue entwined with mine wantonly. The strange and overbearing breath almost suffocated me. I felt really scared at this moment. Was I experiencing forced love? The man kissed me so passionately that at this moment, I struggled to break free from him and slapped him.

The man touched his beaten face, his eyes full of doting, and said: "Beating is love, scolding is love, not beating or scolding is not love. It seems that you still love me very much.

I was shocked. Did this man have his head kicked by a donkey? I didn't even know him, but he came up to me and said he liked me. He even forced a kiss on me and was willing to be beaten. There was definitely something wrong with this man approaching me. I was silent for a while and said, "It was an unintentional mistake to throw the bouquet before. If it has caused you trouble, I am deeply sorry. Can you please let me go now?"

"Let you go? Impossible. I said whoever catches my bouquet will be my woman. As for your friend, I have no interest in you. I only fell in love with you at first sight." After saying that, he pressed my hands against the wall with one hand and leaned over me.

No matter how I struggled, he refused to leave my lips. Instead, the kiss became more and more intense. What should I do? I couldn't let this man succeed, so I bit his lips.

But unexpectedly, the man did not stop after being bitten. Instead, a more fanatical light flashed in his eyes, as if my resistance was an exciting challenge to him. His lips sucked on my lips wantonly, making it impossible for me to resist.