Holding the big boss doll, the soft beauty is going crazy

Chapter 2 Luo Zhouheng regains consciousness and his soul travels to the cotton doll
Ning Ruchu's godly face continued to enlarge, occupying all his sight.

Luo Zhouheng could clearly see her long and thick eyelashes, which looked like the thin wings of a butterfly gently flapping against her cheek.

What was even more severe than the beauty attack that Ning Ruchu brought to him at close range was the current situation.

After Luo Zhouheng regained consciousness, he found himself in Ning Ruchu's room, his body trapped in darkness, unable to move.

He heard clearly the conversation between her and Lingchuan.

Due to limited vision, he was unable to figure out the current situation, but what was certain was that he was indeed dead, died in the plane crash.

As for why his consciousness awakened and why he appeared here, Luo Zhouheng had no idea.

All he knew was that he was now trapped and couldn't break free.

Ning Ruochu raised her chin and tapped the cotton doll's forehead with her pink fingertips, as if sighing, or mocking: "Luo Zhouheng, Luo Zhouheng, you are in a high position, but you are being plotted against."

She chuckled. "It's a pity that the respected leader of the Luo Group ended up like this."

The touch felt real and Luo Zhouheng suddenly had the illusion that she knew he was there.

As soon as the words fell, the soul in the cotton doll suddenly became alert, staring at Ning Ruchu without blinking, trying to see through her heart.

The plane crash was indeed planned by someone.

But Ning Ruchu had been in the villa the whole time, how did she know?
Before I could investigate further, the feeling of weightlessness suddenly hit me, and my whole body sank into a warm and soft state.

Luo Zhouheng was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to react. Ning Ruchu was hugging him, and his face was facing the pair of snow-white breasts!

He resisted in his heart, but he couldn't resist, so he could only close his eyes and numb himself.

"Luo Zhouheng is dead, you can't wear such festive clothes. Let me change your clothes."

Ning Ruchu's soft and sweet voice came from above his head. Luo Zhouheng's heart softened, but he was very confused: Who is she talking to?
After being freed from that warm and soft touch, Luo Zhouheng still felt a little dizzy. He opened his eyes tentatively but was hit even harder.

Facing him in the dressing mirror was a cotton doll with a red cloth bag wrapped around its chest and two ribbons wrapped around its wrists that swayed with its movements. A peace lock made of pure gold sparkled under the light, and its waist was intricately decorated, making it look like a boy who gave away money.

Luo Zhouheng's eyebrows jumped, the more he looked at the doll, the more familiar it seemed to him.

Isn't this the cotton doll Ning Ruochu made by herself? !

Not long after getting married, Ning Ruchu found him and said she wanted to make a cotton doll in his image.

Even when her husband is away, she can use the doll to comfort her longing for him.

At that time, Luo Zhouheng teased Ning Ruchu for being naive and like a junior high school student who had not grown up, but he still agreed.

He heard that Ning Ruchu bought a lot of clothes and accessories to dress up the doll.

But he never expected that Ning Ruchu bought this kind of clothes!

Is this the image of him in her mind?
There was a crack on the face under the cotton doll, full of disbelief.

Ning Ruchu pinched the cotton doll's waist, and the clear and slightly painful touch told Luo Zhouheng that he was trapped in this cotton doll.

For a moment, I wanted to die.

What made people even more desperate was that Ning Ruchu's slender white fingers gently unbuttoned the doll's clothes step by step, and its naked image appeared in the mirror.

For the first time in his life, Luo Zhouheng felt what shame was.

He closed his eyes, not wanting to face it.

Ning Ruochu picked out a handsome and formal black suit from the box next to the dressing table, put it on, and continued to lie on the bed holding him.

The soft bed surface bounced slightly, and the warmth on his chest also rose and fell with it. Luo Zhouheng's soul blushed as he watched all this quietly.

Ning Ruchu put him next to the bed, such a close distance unprecedentedly.

Looking closely at her face, her skin was so delicate, smooth and flawless like a peeled egg, and as white as cream, which formed a huge contrast with her plump, rosy lips.

A pair of bright and lively almond-shaped eyes were slightly raised, as clean as the morning lake water, and the thick and long eyelashes opened like a fan. There seemed to be a faint light passing through the eyes, like a meteor across the night sky, flickering, floating green and flowing red.

Luo Zhouheng's breath was caught in his throat. Ning Ruchu had a bad reputation in the wealthy circle, but this face was impeccably beautiful.

"Are you really dead..." A faint whisper brought Luo Zhouheng back to his senses.

Tears glistened in Ning Ruochu's eyes, wetting her eyelashes.

To Luo Zhouheng, she has always been the image of a delicate and weak little white flower, and she usually cooperates with him in acting without any complaints.

In front of outsiders, Ning Ruchu always looked at him with gentle and respectful eyes.

Although their relationship is cold, Ning Ruchu is a competent wife in a marriage by agreement.

It was only at this time that Luo Zhouheng discovered that his nominal wife still had some feelings for him.

He does have some conscience.

Luo Zhouheng sneered.

Although I knew that Ning Ruchu was panicking because of returning to a life of being ostracized and bullied by others, I still felt a little relieved.

There are too many people coveting his position.

So when they got married two years ago, Luo Zhouheng planned everything.

Even if something unexpected happens, his people will protect all his assets and prevent them from falling into the hands of others.

The premise is that there needs to be a reasonable heir.

This innocent little white flower in front of you is the best choice.

Ning Ruchu's face showed fatigue, and he fell into a deep sleep not long after lying down.

Sudden--

The cell phone on the bedside table kept ringing and vibrating.

Ning Ruchu was startled, her thick and curled eyelashes trembled, and she looked towards the source of the sound, feeling very annoyed.

She turned over and took the phone, her eyes filled with impatience and a hint of coldness. She saw the note on the screen and patiently answered the call.

"Is something wrong?"

The other party was on a video call, and suddenly I saw a lifeless face on the screen, and the words he spoke were trembling.

"What's wrong with you? What the hell?"

Over there, a girl was sitting in an antique room with a hairpin pinned behind her head and her thin strands of hair hanging down.

The smoky green gauze dress covers the shoulders and arms, and the magnolia on the off-white suspenders is elegant and refined, matched with a light green horse-faced skirt.

The skirt seems to be stained with ink, like a misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, from light to dark, hazy.

A Chinese-style girl who seems to have walked out of a painting.

Her hair is a little messy, she must have just fallen asleep and woken up.

Ran Yunqing stared at Ning Ruochu for a few seconds and smacked his lips, "Luo Zhouheng is dead, and you are so distraught. How did you put on that eye makeup? It fooled me. Teach me quickly."

Ning Ruochu's face was gloomy: "It's not transformed."

Ran Yunqing was stunned, and looked at it carefully, with a hint of disbelief in his objective words.

"Qi and blood deficiency, excessive fatigue, how could you, a pampered little canary, have such symptoms?"

Ning Ruochu didn't answer her, with a bit of hostility between her eyebrows and eyes: "You have something to ask me."

Ran Yunqing was startled by the sudden feeling of oppression for a moment, so he took out another mobile phone and played a song called "Good Days".

(End of this chapter)