Ex-wife returns, tender to the bone

Chapter 9
"Then what do you mean, you don't want me to go?"

Knowing that this is not the case, Su Lu deliberately said that, her purpose of doing this is nothing more than to annoy this man, it is best to throw her out of the house in a fit of anger.

You know, she still has a lot of things to do today, she doesn't have time to spend here arguing with him, even if she wants to argue, she has to wait until after her father's birthday banquet tomorrow.

Hearing her words, He Qingtian's dark eyes narrowed a little more, and they fell straight on her face. At this moment, she looked at him with a faint smile on her lips, that smile was somewhat provocative , a bit playful, and a bit cute...

cute?

Would he find her cute like this?

He Qingtian felt like he was going crazy, he frowned, his handsome face lowered a little, and it reached the bottom of her eyes, "I thought six years would make you more mature, but I didn't expect that you are not only childish and ridiculous , and so self-righteous."

"Oh, so I misunderstood you?" After Su Lu finished speaking, she raised her hand and pointed to his chest, "Since you are not reluctant to part with me, please let Master He let go."

He Qingtian's hand, which was hanging down on her side, tightened suddenly. Only now did he realize that he had fallen into this woman's trick. If he didn't let go at this moment, it seemed that he was reluctant to let her go.

Can't bear her?

He Qingtian snorted coldly in his heart, these words will never appear between him and her in this life.

However, letting go at this moment, it seems that he has been put down by this woman. He Qingtian has always controlled others, and he hates this feeling of being controlled by others.

As a result, his black eyes trembled, and an evil smile curled up on the corner of his lips. His already depressed face lowered a little, so low that his thin lips moved, and the lips would sweep her skin, "Last night I Really touched you?"

"Huh?" Su Lu couldn't react to his overly ambiguous movements for a while.

"As for me, when I'm with others, I have eccentricities. I can tell if I touched you last night or not," he said, but he moved his hand on the sofa and fell. It was on her shoulder, and her fingertips pinched her collar.

The warmth of his fingertips stimulated Su Lu's nerves in an instant, she suddenly came back to her senses, understood what he was going to do, and grabbed his hand in a panic, "He Qingtian..."

"Shall I help you take it off, or do you take it off yourself?"

"……Do not touch me!"

"Didn't you touch it last night? I just took a look today."

"……rogue……"

"Who wants to be a hooligan?" A cheerful female voice came in, and the two people on the sofa were startled, when the woman who came in exaggeratedly yelled, "He Qingtian, what are you going to do?" Is the Overlord going to bow hard?"

He Qingtian's handsome face turned dark, and he snorted through his nose, "Do you want to fuck her? All the women in this world are not dead yet."

After finishing speaking, in order to prove that he only hated him, He Qingtian stood up, took a tissue from one side, wiped her hand that had touched her, and then threw it into the trash can.

When he got up, Su Lu also jumped off the sofa for the first time, then only glanced at He Mantong before leaving quickly.

He Mantong stared at Su Lu's back, looking thoughtful, "Hey, isn't this your wife Su Lu?"

The man with his legs crossed on the sofa exhaled smoke, "He Mantong, have you heard the saying? Birds of a feather flock together, and people form groups."

He Mantong turned around and gave him a blank look, "What do you mean?"

"I mean you're as bad at acting as she is!"

After He Qingtian finished speaking, he saw He Mantong sticking out his tongue secretly, and then muttered, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

In this world, there are only two people who can make He Qingtian defenseless, one is his mother, and the other is this younger sister, and that woman Su Lu must have been helped by He Mantong, otherwise she would not be able to do the design at all. he.

design him?
A sternness flashed in He Qingtian's black eyes, he would let her taste the price of designing him.

Picking up the phone, He Qingtian dialed a series of numbers, and ordered in a deep voice, "Release the news tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)