Cute Wife:The President Husband Is So Domineering

When Lu Chenxi finished her last sentence, Ling Nian's eyes became stagnant. The choking smoke made her eyes very uncomfortable. She simply closed her eyes.

Lu Chenxi bowed her head and gave her a kiss on the lip, holding her shoulder in both hands, then slowly pressed her on the bed.

He tore off the quilt on her body, bit by bit, kissing her delicate skin.

"No more contraception, eh?" Her hoarse voice murmured in her ears.

During the two years of cohabitation, he was very careful. In addition to her safety period, he would never forget to take good measures for the rest of the time.

After all, she was still studying at that time. She was a young princess loved by so many people, and he had just entered HengYao group. In short, it was not the right time to have children at that time.

After he got married, he really didn't pay much attention to this aspect. Several times, even though he knew it was her dangerous period, he did so in the end.

In fact, he really didn't want to make her pregnant so soon. First of all, they are still very young. He wants to spend more time on his career. Secondly, if she is pregnant, he may not be able to touch her for several months... He can't stand this.

Men drive meat, it's different.

At least he is infatuated with this body, even crazy, except for her special days every month, and he is out on business or working overtime, the rest as long as at home, he can't bear not to touch her.

Ling Nian trembled all over, his fists could not help clenching. He said, "I don't want Lu Chenxi anymore."

She pushed him away with great strength, lay down with her back to him, pulled up the quilt and wrapped herself tightly.

Her fingertips pinched the quilt and her nails turned white.

Have a baby

These words suddenly hurt her.

Of course, he would not know that she had children for a long time, his children, but lost them.

Two months before graduating from University, she got up that morning and found a lot of blood on her trousers and a faint pain in her stomach.

At that time, she thought it was just a holiday, but her intuition told her that it was not.

She couldn't describe that feeling. She just felt cold all over, from inside to outside.

Then she went to a private clinic by herself.

The doctor told her that this is called biochemical pregnancy. It is an extremely early abortion symptom and a selection process of survival of the fittest. It does little harm to the body itself.

She cried in front of the doctor that day. She felt afraid and her hands were shaking.

But she didn't tell anyone, not even her mother.

She doesn't want her mother to worry about herself any more. This is the way she chooses and the marriage she insists on.

But sometimes, late at night, sitting alone in the studio, she would occasionally think of this lost little life.

"Why are you crying?" Lu Chenxi frowned and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingers.

"I don't want you to have a baby?"

Ling Nian bit his lip and turned his face to the other side.

For a moment, she turned to look at him, throat seems to be stuck with a cold Thorn: "yes, I don't want to, I don't want to have children."

Married a man who doesn't love him, and now, if you give birth to a child to a man who doesn't love her, is her life too sad?

Lu Chenxi's face is covered with a layer of haze, a little impatient: "Ling Nian, don't tell me that up to now, what ridiculous love do you still expect?"

After a pause, he narrowed his indifferent eyes and said in a voice without any temperature: "if you really need it, well, I love you."

"Ling Nian, I said I love you. Are you satisfied? Can you continue to be Mrs. Lu

Ling Nian suddenly laughed and said in a quiet voice, "you love me. It turns out that Lu Chenxi's love is so worthless."

"Ling Nian!"

"Lu Chenxi, let's divorce." After all, she said it.

Lu Chenxi frowned, even exhaled breath is cold, little by little condensation in the air.

In recent years, as he initially asked, she has been very obedient and quiet. She plays the role of landing wife very well.

After graduation, she didn't go out to work, but stayed at home according to his requirements, which was the most normal way of life for rich wives.

In a word, she never refutes and resists what he says. He likes and is used to her obedience and obedience.

But now, she said to divorce!

He clasped her wrists, fixed on both sides, he bowed his head to kiss her, hard.

"Lu Chenxi!" Ling Nian pushes hard and grabs the clothes beside him.

But he didn't allow her to wear or move, so he asked her

It's a humiliating way.

Afterwards, Ling Nian lay on the bed with long curly hair scattered behind him.

She buried her face in the pillow, panting and weeping silently.

"Ling Nian, so why say these words that make each other unhappy?"

After that, Lu Chenxi gradually calmed down, with a trace of guilt in her eyes.

He gently touched her, the voice is no longer so cold: "let me see, hurt?"

Ling Nian is still carrying his back, pulling a hoarse voice, low voice: "today, is my birthday."

"..." Lu Chenxi's heart beat and the corners of her mouth trembled.

birthday.

It's like

He really can't remember.

After a while, he said: "because I forgot your birthday, so you want to divorce me?"

Ling Nian seemed to ignore his words and continued to say faintly: "Aunt Zhang cooked noodles for me in the evening."

Lu Chenxi's expression is more and more rigid, and she has no idea what she wants to say.

He thought she was just angry.

After all, she is a little princess loved by everyone. She can't bear any grievances.

He flatly explained: "there was a temporary high-level meeting in the afternoon. There was something wrong with a key project of the group, so I came back late."

"As for your birthday, what do you want, or where do you want to go for dinner, tomorrow afternoon I'll ask the Secretary to spare time, then..."

Ling Nian laughs. It's true.

Her laughter interrupted him.

She turned around and looked at him in a daze: "no, birthdays are over."

Lu Chenxi is still frowning, but seeing the tears in her eyes, he feels uncomfortable.

He held her in his arms and gave her a kiss on the forehead: "don't be angry any more. Ling Nian, I promise you that I will remember your birthday next year."

It's just a birthday thing.

Even if you lose your temper, it should be enough.

But in retrospect, it seems that every year on his birthday, she prepares gifts.

Last year, it was a custom-made pen with his initials engraved on it. He still uses it today. That night, she prepared a table of dishes herself.

As for the year before last, it was like a suit of Gaoding, or the pair of handmade calf shoes that he wore most often, or what it was before, he couldn't remember.