Has the CEO's ex-husband played enough?

On the dance floor, ambiguity filled everyone's soul.

In the villa, the lights reflect a lonely shadow...

"Young Mistress, Master, he..."

Seeing Nuan put down the phone, with a look of deep disappointment on her face, Sister Ping sighed occasionally.

The young mistress was happy all afternoon, this is the happiest time since she got married.While making soup, I couldn't help humming a song.

Ugh--

It's a pity that their young master doesn't know how to cherish this love.

"The phone is turned off."

Nuannuan tried to hide the bitterness in his heart with a smile, but it was just the opposite.

Sometimes laughing is harder than crying, and the smile she suppressed can betray the pain in her heart even more.

"I'll be back tonight."

What he said was swearing, but in fact it was just a casual sentence.

Nuannuan looked at the food that was getting colder, tears welled up uncontrollably.

"Sister Ping, I'm a little tired, so go upstairs first."

Not wanting others to see the tears on her face, she picked up a tissue and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes indiscriminately when Sister Ping and Xiaomi were away, and ran upstairs as if warmly fleeing.

Taking out his notebook, he looked at the webpage boringly and saw what a netizen said, and Wen Nuan suddenly felt that he was extremely stupid.

"To grab a man's heart is to grab a man's stomach, and he has already been OUT.

What is popular now is that if you want to grab a man's heart, you must grab his quilt! "

Looking at the laid quilt, tears fell down her cheeks again.

She couldn't grasp his stomach, nor could he grasp his quilt...

They simply slept on two quilts, close at hand, but far away...

"I lost."

The hot feeling in the lower abdomen became more and more intense, Leng Yan suddenly pushed away the woman who teased her, took out a wad of money from the pocket of his trousers and stuffed it almost rudely into her hand, took the suit with big strides and left.

This woman is a seasoned flirt.Bed work should be fine too.

However, today, he just wanted to have fun and was not in the mood to really "start a war".

"Master, you're back, why are you drinking and driving again?" Just as Sister Ping was about to put away the food, she finally heard the sound of a car, and soon a tall figure walked in with a slight smell of alcohol.

"Xiaojing drove the car." Leng Yan replied blankly, and walked upstairs while unbuttoning his shirt.

"Master..."

Sister Ping hesitated to speak, looked at a large table of dishes, and finally couldn't help but said: "Young Mistress made a large table of dishes for you today..."

"I've eaten." Interrupting Sister Ping, Leng Yan went upstairs a few steps, and opened the door drunkenly.