Wife contract has expired: want to remarry, no way!

He frowned and looked at his hand. It was dazzling red——

"Tang Wanliang... You..."

Tang Wanliang's heart tightened and her face seemed to be burned by fire. She hurriedly pushed Han Jingchu away, surrounded by sheets, and hurried into the bathroom.

Slamming the door and sitting on the toilet, she found that it was really a holiday.

A heart is at sixes and sevens.

He saw it all——

Tang Wanliang sat for a while because she didn't know that she would come suddenly. She didn't have any preparation. In addition, she ate something iced in the restaurant today. Now her stomach hurts.

One of her hands was covering her lower abdomen, and big ones were sweating cold on her forehead.

There was a knock outside the door. The sound began to be very small and became urgent behind.

"Han Jingchu, I'm really uncomfortable today, so don't..." Tang Wanliang said weakly to the door.

"Hum, I want to tell you that I'm going out to do business now. Stay here. If I know you're running away to find a wild man, you'll end badly!" Outside the door, Han Jingchu's cold voice came.

Tang Wanliang's heart was cold. He sat on the toilet and was stunned for a while until he heard the sound of the door closing outside. It must be that Han Jingchu had gone out.

She put up her body in pain and her face was red. Because the holiday came, she didn't prepare a tampon around her. She had to smoke a few pieces of paper and deal with it first.

Fortunately, Han Jingchu had gone out at this time, otherwise she really didn't know how to face him.

Tang Wanliang opened the door weakly, but suddenly opened his eyes.

In the middle of the door is a small one meter high seat, on which several bags of different brands of unopened sanitary cotton are lying quietly.

I think Han Jingchu opened her toilet cotton drawer and was at a loss in the face of various brands of sanitary napkins, so he took each of all brands.

"This fool..." Tang Wanliang spat at the man in his heart, but he was still moved. Thinking so, it seemed that his lower abdomen didn't hurt so much.

Han Jingchu left the door and stood in the courtyard stunned. There was still a smell of blood on his fingertips. He squeezed out a disgusting expression and looked at his hand, but he felt dull again.

She's not here. Who can see her face?

"With so much blood, is her body OK?"

He didn't know why he would always remember that woman for himself. Maybe he was afraid that she would die accidentally and he couldn't torture her?

Pooh! Crow mouth! The lower your life, the harder it is to die. This bitch won't die so easily!

Han Jingchu thought, suddenly took out his phone and dialed a number.

"President Han!" When the phone was connected, a charming and slightly surprised female voice came from the opposite side, "it's rare that you will take the initiative to contact me when you are so free tonight. I'm on Annie's yacht for her birthday tonight!"

The woman at the other end of the phone suddenly covered the microphone, made a silent action to the surrounding Carnival crowd, and then said with a very proud look, "it's president Han, President Han Jingchu, President Han called me. Keep your voice down!"

Hearing Han Jingchu's name, the revelers around him suddenly quieted down.

Facing the envious or jealous eyes from all around, Joey felt that the protagonist of tonight's birthday party had become herself.

So she simply adjusted the phone to the public address mode and said softly again, "President Han, it's fun here. Do you want to come? I'll send someone to pick you up now. Oh, no, I'll pick you up myself. Your arrival will certainly brighten up here! "

Han Jingchu frowned. Compared with Tang Wanliang's stubbornness and annoyance, Qiao Yiyi's affectation made him feel more disgusted.

But thinking of asking for help now, Han Jingchu said patiently, "no, I'm calling you to ask you something."

"Oh, what else can president Han ask me? Tell me quickly. I will devote myself to death." Joey on the other end of the phone became more and more proud. She tried her best to search for the few idioms in her head, and used them whether it should be or not.

"I have a friend who is on holiday." Han Jingchu's face reddened slightly, and then asked word by word, "do you know what to eat to make up for your body during your period?"

Before the voice fell, the laughter of the crowd burst out at the other end of the phone.

"Ha ha! I thought, Joey, how close you are to Han. Originally, people called to ask you this! "

"Ha ha! Don't say that. At least Miss Qiao is president Han's mobile encyclopedia, isn't she? "

People thought of the proud look on Joey's face just now and laughed mercilessly.

Qiao Yiyi's face turned red and blue. She really wanted to drop the phone and leave, but at the thought of Han Jingchu's ruthless face, she suddenly looked like an angry ball and counselled in place.

……

When Han Jingchu returned home again, Tang Wanliang had fallen asleep.

Looking at her slightly frowned eyebrows, it seems that she is having a bad dream.

"What dream will it be? It won't be about me?" Han Jingchu thought silently, "seeing her so uncomfortable, nine times out of ten it's about me."

But it's better to fall asleep to avoid the embarrassment of meeting.

Han Jingchu put the big and small bags in his hand beside Tang Wanliang's bed and took out the contents in turn, including domestic brown sugar, red dates imported from Japan, hot water bags made in Germany, and even warm palace treasure from Britain.

Han Jingchu clumsily charged the hot water bag, and then gently stuffed it into Tang Wan's cool quilt. Finally, he frowned and looked at the sleeping woman and shouted, "dead woman, dreaming is still having a bad dream about me. I won't kill you in the future!"

Then he took up the door and went out.

In his sleep, Tang Wanliang suddenly felt that his lower abdomen became warm, his eyebrows could not help stretching, and the corners of his mouth also tilted an elegant arc.

……

Early in the morning, Tang Wanliang opened his eyes and felt that his body was particularly smooth, which was unthinkable during previous holidays.

The previous period, even if it was not a painful death and life, could only recover in bed.

This time, it seemed that it only hurt all night. Tang Wanliang felt a warm thing pressing on her lower abdomen. She looked down and saw that it was a black furry hot water bag.

"It's Han Jingchu..." Tang Wanliang thought. The door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and a tall figure came in.

Han Jingchu saw that Tang Wanliang had woken up. The gentle expression on his face immediately disappeared. He put on a cold face and handed Tang Wanliang the mouthwash in his hand.

"Rinse your mouth." Han Jingchu said coldly.

"Puff -" Tang Wanliang looked at the man in front of him and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you doing?" Han Jingchu asked.

"Han Jingchu, have you studied Peking opera or were you a woman in your last life? How can you change your face faster than turning a book? " Tang Wanliang smiled.

"Hum, I don't have the same experience with women!" Han Jingchu glared at Tang Wanliang and turned to get a towel. The corners of his mouth turned up quickly. When he turned back, he became cold again.

"Wipe your face. It's greasy."

"Oh." Tang Wanliang quickly stuck out his tongue and, like a little princess, obediently stretched out his hand to take the towel from Han Jingchu.

That look, Han Jing was stunned. It turned out that this woman still has such a lovely side.

After wiping his face, Tang Wanliang looked at Han Jingchu and handed him another cup from somewhere.

"Drink this."

"What is this...?" Tang Wanliang looked at a bowl of black unknown liquid, swallowed his saliva and stared at the man in front of him.

This Han Jingchu doesn't want to poison her, does he?

"Brown sugar water..." Han Jingchu opened his eyes obliquely and didn't look at Tang Wanliang's eyes.

"Brown sugar water... You tell me that this bowl of Mengpo soup is brown sugar water..." Tang Wanliang stared at Han Jingchu strangely. "And this hot water bag is also black. Do you like black so much?"

"What's black? This is a rhinoceros skin hot water bag I ordered last night! I heard people say that only in this way can we keep warm all night! " Han Jingchu said unhappily and stood up at the same time.

"Lie down and I'll make a bowl of brown sugar water, red!"

Then he walked out of the room without looking back.

Tang Wanliang looked at Han Jingchu's back, and her eyes suddenly narrowed into a crescent shape.

"Hum, you will make excuses!"

Tang Wanliang breathed a sigh, and her stomach began to feel a little uncomfortable again. She was going to lie down and rest for a while, but the mobile phone next to her suddenly rang.

Tang Wanliang picked it up and saw three big characters - Su Weian on the mobile phone screen.

Su Weian's three words were like a needle stuck in Tang Wanliang's heart.

The name made her subconsciously want to resist——

Until the light on the mobile phone screen went out, Tang Wanliang didn't answer.

Just the next second, the cell phone rang again, which meant that if Tang Wanliang didn't answer, she would call all the time.

Tang Wanliang pinched his palm and finally pressed the answer button.

"Vivian, what can I do for you?" She didn't expect that her attitude would be so calm when she talked to suvivian again.

At the other end of the phone, he hesitated obviously. After a moment, he said with a smile, "Tang Wanliang, disappeared for a year. How are you?" She paused again, "Oh, I should tell you to settle down..."

Tang Wanliang's face turned white, and the pain in her lower abdomen continued. She held the phone in one hand and pressed her abdomen in the other.

"You called me just to taunt me and ridicule me?" She said word by word.

"Of course not. I'm here to warn you. Don't tick. My brother Jingchu, he's mine!" Suvivian's jealous way. Last night, she called Han Jingchu. The other party was perfunctory. She guessed that Han Jingchu must have been with Tang Wanliang at that time.

"Miss Su Weian, I'm afraid you have forgotten the fact that Han Jingchu is my husband now." Tang Wanliang bit his teeth and tried to make his voice calm.

In fact, my stomach has been killing me.

She can only try her best to bear it. Fine sweat seeps from her forehead bit by bit, and it is also sweat in the palm of her hand holding the microphone.