Married to Billionaire after Being Disfigured

Benson raised his eyebrows, pressing Lynn’s elastic buttocks on his strong thighs, and the scent of papaya lingered on his nose.

Lynn was still rubbing his head in a daze, a sturdy chest leaned up, and the magnetic words brushed past Lynn’s ear, accompanied by a burst of heat.

“Send a hug?”

Um?

Lynn eased over, the feeling of sitting was not right, a shock, where did she sit?

When he lowered his head, he realized that he was sitting on Benson’s lap, his face burning in panic, and Lynn was about to get up immediately.

“Sit up without my permission, then it’s up to me to get up.” Benson grabbed Lynn’s shoulders and said domineeringly.

Lynn shuddered, feeling the touch.

“I just suffered from hypoglycemia, don’t think too much about it.”

“This excuse is nothing new, change it next time.”

Lynn squeezed her palm, what excuse, she was telling the truth. She really wanted to go back, but she was still dizzy and didn’t want to talk.

Benson suggested from the side: “Let’s see if the pen is broken?”

“Oh, I’ll see it now, it shouldn’t be bad.”

The latter sentence, Lynn seemed to say to herself.

There was a soft carpet on the ground, and the appearance of the pen was good. But Lynn didn’t feel relieved. She slowly took off the cap and checked the nib of the pen. The nib of the pen was the most fragile.

She had a little money, but she couldn’t afford it.

Lynn lowered her eyes, holding her breath.

“No, it’s not broken.” The pen was fully retracted, and the delicate nib was intact, Lynn was delighted.

Lynn was as happy as a bird, sitting on Benson’s lap and shifting her hips.

“Look, isn’t it bad?”

Lynn put the pen in front of Benson, motioning for him to take a good look, and not to deceive her in the future.

Benson’s phone vibrated on the table.

“Give me the phone.”

“Oh.”

Lynn grabbed the phone from the desk and handed it to Benson, it was calling from John.

Benson slid his index finger across the screen and brought it to his ear.

“What’s up?”

“Brother, you haven’t slept so late, what are you doing?”

“I’m sleeping, can you call me? Talk about something.”

Lynn listened for a few words and decided to get up and run away while Benson answered the phone.

“What?”

But as soon as she got up, a large palm pressed up and pushed Lynn back to his thighs and sat down. Unpredictably, Lynn was in pain and let out a pained cry.

“Brother, are Lynn besides you? You are really interested, doing business, answering the phone, bullying me for not having a wife.” John on the other end immediately pricked up his ears.

Benson frowned. “What?”

John also jokingly said: “Ahh, don’t be so violent, I am afraid Lynn can’t take it.”

What? John’s words drilled into Lynn’s ears, blasting into Lynn’s face like sparks, burning red.

John, the idiot, thought she and Benson were doing something like that, his imagination was amazing.

Lynn’s tender lips were about to be bitten by himself.

Seeing Lynn’s face tensed with shame, Benson was amused, leaning back, and raising his eyebrows.

“To what extent is it considered violent?”

Lynn was incredulous in disbelief and winked at Benson fiercely.

Thinking of being misunderstood for doing something like that, Lynn wanted to find a hole in the ground to dig in.

“You’re violent enough. It’s already one o’clock in the morning, and you’re still working hard. The physical damage should be very big. Wait, I’ll get you some health products tomorrow and make up for it. So that Lynn can get pregnant as soon as possible. The Warners will have the eldest grandson soon.”

Health products, the eldest grandson, Lynn was so ashamed that she really wanted to lean over to the phone and yell at the self-righteous fool, you are sick.

“Are you all right?” Benson loosened his tie, looking impatient.

“I have something to do. Come over tomorrow and say that you and Lynn will continue without delaying you.”

beep…

John’s side, he immediately hung up the phone happily.

Benson leaned forward, resting his phone on the table.

“Just on purpose?” Turning around, Benson tugged Lynn’s tender chin.

What!

Lynn opened her mouth. What did he mean, she just called that on purpose to make John misunderstand?

The brain circuit of this man was quite clear.

“It was obviously you who pinched me and hurt me. I was in pain and couldn’t help but let out a cry. With such a big effort, you can just take my shoulder off.”

“Let me see what your teeth are made of. You have a good mouth.”

Lynn found that Benson didn’t believe her at all, and angrily pushed Benson away from her lip, and shoved the pen into his hand.

“Check your pen, it’s not broken.”

Benson took his hand, took the pen, and put it on the table, then stared at Lynn.

“Are you so afraid that I’ll deceive you? It’s just a pen, so what if you break it, the best I can do is…” Benson pressed his body over, Lynn felt like he was about to cover her ears. But she was still fixed and couldn’t escape.

“What about me?”

“Guess what? Aren’t you a very smart person.” Lynn felt the wanton eyes, full of color greed, like a beast, under his eyes, she seemed to be stripped naked.

Lynn rolled her eyes, a horrible thought popping into her head.

“Sleep me? Don’t think about it, absolutely not.”

Benson looked at Lynn’s small face, wrinkled into a flower.

“You can’t even think about it. At most, I’ll let you off. The prodigal lady, I don’t need it.”

Instead, Benson resented it again: “Okay, get up quickly, no matter how well my thighs are, I can’t let you sit all the time.”

The next second, Lynn was picked up by Benson and tossed aside.

Lynn was embarrassed and angry, this man really knew what to say, he said everything.

Lynn grabbed her tools and ran out angrily.

The door was empty, Benson clenched his fists, glanced at his key parts, and lay back on the leather chair.

Before dawn the next day, Lynn was called by Chelsea to prune the flowers and plants in the courtyard.

In order to finish the work early and get to work on time, Lynn carried the bulky large scissors and trimmed quickly.

The master gardener next to her saw Lynn’s slender figure and working hard but persuaded her.

“Young lady, slow down, don’t hurt your hand.”

Lynn wiped the sweat from her forehead and smiled, “Thank you. I won’t.”

Half an hour later, Benson also got up, holding a fishing rod, wearing good-quality home clothes, and walking towards the lotus pond not far away with long legs.

Lynn glanced at Benson who got up early in the morning to fish, a special hobby.

Suddenly, there was a clicking sound, and Lynn, who was working hard, looked for the sound. Who was taking pictures?

“Ahh, you turned into a trimmer. It’s so fun, look at you, you smell sour.” Katrina, dressed in a beautiful dress, stepped on ten-inch red high-heeled shoes and swiped on the phone. Lynn patted and pinched her nose lightly.