Mr. Lu, don't abuse me, Madam really won't give you andrology treatment

Chapter 121 Humiliation
By the way, divorce.

Qiao Yin regained consciousness and her brain came alive.

After he finished sleeping with her that day, he came out of the shower and said coldly that he wanted a divorce!
Now he still wants to divorce, but he is still kissing her, and even his hand has penetrated into the bottom of her skirt, wanting to go further.

What did he take her for? !
With new and old hatred, the excited Qiao Yin's blood rushed to his brain.

She raised her hand and slapped Lu Lingche hard!

"Snapped!"

The crisp slap sound was particularly harsh in the quiet car.

The assistant driving in the front row wished he could be invisible at this moment, so as to pretend not to know the fact that the president was slapped.

Lu Lingche stopped, and looked at Qiao Yin with cold eyes: "Do you want to die?"

Qiao Yin's hair was messy and her eyes were red: "If you want to kill me, just do it, I won't be humiliated by you even if I die!"

Lu Lingche looked at her red, swollen and moist lips kissed by him, and said nothing with a gloomy face.

What kind of humiliation is this, didn't she kiss him first?And now turn him into an army?
Qiao Yin refused to meet his gaze, lowered her head and continued to untangle her hair, but her hair was too tightly tangled and could not be untied at all.

After thinking about it, she tore open Lu Lingche's shirt with all her might, and tore off the piece of fabric with the buttons.

Her hair was saved and her scalp was finally pain free.

Lu Lingche's face became even more gloomy, his eyes were like a sharp knife, ready to cut her neck at any moment.

The air pressure in the car was getting lower and lower, and Qiao Yin was a little scared at this moment.

She moved to the side, away from Lu Lingche, and then quietly wiped her hands on her clothes - her palms were numb and painful.

However, it is estimated that Lu Lingche is not much better.

It's a miracle he didn't kick her out of the car after a slap in the face.

Lu Lingche had already seen her wiping her hands.

The anger burned from the heart to all the limbs, what does she mean?After beating his face, still feel dirty?Still need to wipe?
The assistant had sensed that the president's mood had dropped to a freezing point, so he quickly drove the car into Qiao Yin's neighborhood, and stopped right in front of her building.

Qiao Yin got out of the car with messy hair, and Lu Lingche's shirt was wrapped around the end of her hair, looking funny and pitiful.

But she straightened her back, raised her face without admitting defeat, opened the door of the unit and walked in calmly.

Lu Lingche watched her go in, turned his gaze away, and thought coldly in his heart, she should feel at ease!

He grew up so big, no one dared to hit him in the face!
She is the first!
In the past, he was always afraid of offending him, cautious, obedient and gentle, but now he dared to slap him and tear his clothes when he was upset. If he didn't punish her to death, his surname would not be Lu!

"drive!"

"Yes, Mr. Lu!"

When Qiao Yin returned home, she didn't even bother to turn on the lights, so she ran to the window to look. Seeing Lu Lingche's car leaving, she let out a breath, leaning against the wall and slowly limp on the floor.

His breath still remained between his lips and teeth, his palms were still aching, and there were still pieces of his shirt in his hair.

Pain spread from palm to heart.

Her tears fell unknowingly, falling drop by drop on the floor, and soon gathered together.

Lu Lingche is really not a human being. While wanting to divorce her, he still doesn't want to pay her compensation, and at the same time bullying her casually like a plaything, he actually wants to have sex in the car...

Would he treat Lan Yuyi like this?

Presumably not, his respect and care for Lan Yuyi is something she never dared to expect in her life.

The ridiculous thing is that she would be nostalgic for his embrace, she would even dream of him almost every night, the gentle him, the cold him, the quiet him, and the angry him.

Can anyone tell her how long it will take for her to drive him out of the dream, to really forget about this person, and never have to suffer anymore.

If only I could lose my memory.

Qiao Yin thought about it, wiped away her tears and bumped her head against the wall—it's always like this in TV dramas, if you bump your head, you will lose your memory.

"hiss!"

It hurts so much.

Forget it.

　Qiao Yin: Isn't amnesia an essential skill for a heroine?Why didn't I?Please arrange it for me.

　　Author: Sorry, my sister has.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)