Addicted to Love: I Picked Up a Husband

Three women in a play, two women can't sing. Ning Huaihuai and Tang Ninger don't drink much, so they feel a little too much.

"Ning'er, does your head hurt? How can I feel that my head hurts a little? " Ning Huaihuai gently presses the temple.

"I'm also a little flustered. Don't leave tonight. Just stay at my house for the night. Now you call home and say thank you and Ning Ning Ning. By the way, there's Xie Tangfeng. Ha ha, how can I forget him. You've got to tell him that he won't think you're not going home at night any more. You're going to a man's house. " Downing joked.

"Go, I'm going to be 30 years old, and there's no man left. I don't call Xie Tangfeng either. When he doesn't go home, he doesn't say to call me and tell me why I have to call him if I don't go home. " Ning Huaihuai said angrily.

"Well, well, if you don't call him, you'll make him worry. Come on, keep drinking. "

They drank in the dark. They talked about the past and the future.

In short, the purpose of their chat is that the friendship between them is as strong as an iron pestle.

Just now Ning Huaihuai said that no man would like her nearly 30-year-old woman, but she was wrong. She was so beautiful that she just didn't know her charm.

Zhang's slightly defeated Jiang Qihua is now quite popular with Zhu Mengyang.

The night is already deep, Jiang Qihua lies beside Zhu Mengyang, full of joy, because she wants to say something to Zhu Mengyang.

Both of them are a little tired.

Jiang Qihua turned around and faced Zhu Mengyang. She covered her body with a quilt and looked into his eyes with deep feeling. "I decided to divorce him tomorrow."

"Think about it? You've known each other for so many years, have you really let go? " Zhu Mengyang looked at Jiang Qihua with a calm expression.

Jiang Qihua was surprised to see his expression. She knew that Zhu Mengyang was a man who didn't like to laugh. But she felt that she could make him happy after telling him this, but she didn't get Zhu Mengyang's smiling face, which was still a light expression.

"Come to think of it, our relationship has already broken down." Jiang Qihua said.

"It's already broken? It just broke up before you talked to me? Why didn't you break up with him before you knew me again? " Zhu Mengyang asked several questions rationally.

The reason why Zhu Mengyang asked so many questions was to make sure whether Jiang Qihua loved herself or because of her temporary psychological sustenance. He knew too many women, but in the end, few of them could be accepted, not because of his temper, but also because he had a special hobby.

When Jiang Qihua heard that he asked so many questions, she didn't know how to answer them for a moment. She even thought to herself: why didn't she divorce her boyfriend before she met Zhu Mengyang.

She doesn't know why she divorced when she learned that her husband had lost millions in gambling. Is it because I can't give up, I can't give up so many years of feelings.

Jiang Qihua thinks about her relationship with Zhu Mengyang. She thinks that Zhu Mengyang is only happy for a moment, and she is willing to be with her. After all, there are so many women in the company who like Zhu Mengyang, and they are all young girls, but Zhu Mengyang doesn't agree.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Zhu Mengyang said, "go, I'll show you something."

"What is it?" Jiang Qihua asked.

"Just follow me."

Jiang Qihua followed Zhu Mengyang to the basement of the villa. There were lights on the walls on both sides of the stairs in the basement, which gave out dim lights, just to see the road under her feet.

Jiang Qihua sees Zhu Mengyang holding the key to open the door of the basement, and she follows his steps in.

When she went in, she looked at the furnishings in the basement and trembled. It was a realistic version of "50 degree gray".

She thought that only the characters in the film have that special hobby, but she didn't expect to meet such people in real life.

"Have you seen that movie?" Zhu Mengyang stands in front of Jiang Qihua. Wei An's body blocks her. Without looking up, Jiang Qihua can see the hawk like eyes. Of course, she has seen the film, and she likes it very much.

Because I like it very much, I have fantasized that I am the heroine in the film.

"Yes." Jiang Qihua is honest.

"Do you like it? Want to be the heroine? I can be the man in the house. If you agree to be the woman in the house, I'll take you on a private plane tomorrow. " Zhu Mengyang looked indifferent.

"I like it." Jiang Qihua's head was lowered by those eyes.

Zhu Mengyang suddenly picked her up and went to the special bed, which can fix the people on the bed, just like the bed for the mentally ill.

Zhu Mengyang fixed Jiang Qihua and began to do what the hero did in the film.

At the same time, Zhu Mengyang took out the remote control, pressed it a few times, and the movie "50 degree gray" began to play on the wall.

Jiang Qihua looked at Zhu Mengyang while watching the film. Her body no longer trembled, but wanted more. Now she likes Zhu Mengyang to do things like those in that movie, and her heart is full of thoughts.

It was a sleepless night in their lives. For Zhu Mengyang, it may not be the first time. He has tried many times.

But it's the first time for Jiang Qihua. She never thought that her dream would come true, that she would meet such a rich man, or that she would be able to complete their communication in that way like the man in her dream.

Jiang Qihua's boring life, once again wanted to break, as if to save her.

She felt that only such stimulation could make her feel alive. She didn't want to live in hopelessness all the time.

After finishing everything in the movie, Zhu Mengyang is also satisfied. He looks at Jiang Qihua on the bed and feels pity in his heart. He untied the rope and picked it up.

When Jiang Qihua enters Zhu Mengyang's arms, she feels a trace of warmth, and her cold body gets warm instantly. It's like jumping into a hot spring. It's very comfortable.