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

She got up from the bed with a small face as big as her palm. It was still snow-white and bloodless.

With two dark circles under his eyes and disheveled hair.

Covering his stomach, Tang Wanliang got out of bed and walked outside the door step by step.

When I went downstairs, I saw Han Jingchu sitting at the head of the table in the restaurant. He was eating. Every move showed his dignity and elegance.

Tang Wanliang looked down at herself and found that even with the identity of Tang's daughter, she was still incompatible with Han Jingchu.

He opened his chair and sat down on the table. Opposite her sat Han Jingchu.

From her downstairs to now, Han Jingchu is like a stranger to her.

"Young grandma, have dinner quickly." Aunt Fang took chopsticks for her from the kitchen.

"Thank you." Tang Wanliang politely replied.

Aunt Fang was about to leave. Suddenly, she took a look at Han Jingchu sitting on the main seat and added, "young grandma, today's dishes are specially ordered by the young master. You should eat more fish. It's good to eat fish during the holidays. The young master specially checked and told me."

"Aunt Fang, go to the kitchen and do your business." On the throne, Han Jingchu's indifferent voice came.

Aunt Fang quickly lowered her head and hurried into the kitchen.

Tang Wanliang took a piece of fish with chopsticks, put it into the bowl, raised his eyes, and secretly glanced at the man sitting opposite, "thank you."

"Aunt Fang just talked nonsense. You believe it." Han Jingchu didn't look at her either. He took up his job and ate.

Tang Wanliang's heart was cold. It turned out that Aunt Fang coaxed her“ Oh, I misunderstood. "

In reply, she hung her head again, listlessly pounding the rice in the bowl with chopsticks.

Obviously, I didn't eat anything before. My stomach is hungry, but at this moment, I have no appetite at all.

When Han Jingchu looked up, he saw Tang Wanliang poke several holes in her bowl of rice“ Are you waiting for me to feed you? "

Tang Wanliang returned to his mind and immediately shook his head, "no, I just have no appetite."

"No appetite, oh! You'd better feed yourself. I'm waiting for you to give birth to a son for me and Ann! " Obviously, he wanted to care about her, but his words were as cruel as a knife in Tang Wanliang's heart.

Tang Wanliang's eyes were astringent and her nose was sour. Fortunately, she lowered her head, so Han Jingchu couldn't see it. Her eyes were red and tears swirled in her eyes.

"I know. I will take good care of myself and be a good tool for giving birth." She bit her teeth, and every word was as difficult as squeezing out of her throat.

"Just know your duty." The man said in a deep voice, got up, took a newspaper and went to the sofa next to him.

Tang Wanliang lowered his head and fed food to his mouth one by one. It was tasteless. It was probably so.

The tears finally fell from the corners of my eyes, ticking into the grains of rice.

She inhaled and tried not to cry. She didn't want Han Jingchu sitting on the sofa to hear it.

Just then, the harsh mobile phone ring.

It was Han Jingchu's cell phone that rang.

Tang Wanliang sat in her seat and heard Han Jingchu answer the phone. She shouted softly at the other end of the microphone, "Ann."

The hand holding chopsticks can't help but exert more force.

Tang Wan was as cold as a knife.

Obviously, she and Han Jingchu are husband and wife, but she has to endure him talking on the phone with other women again and again.

With a slap, she put down her chopsticks, got up from her chair and ran to the second floor.

When she heard the door slam shut, aunt Fang came out of the kitchen and looked at it. She was surprised and said, "young grandma, you'll be hungry after eating so much for dinner."

She shouted at the closed door, but no one answered.

Aunt Fang sighed and had to continue to clean up the dishes and chopsticks silently.

At that end, Han Jingchu, sitting on the sofa, absently talked to Su Wei an on the phone. When he heard aunt Fang's words, he began to worry about Tang Wanliang.

That woman has come to her holiday now. She is weak and doesn't eat well. Does she want to starve herself on purpose?

"Brother Jingchu, brother Jingchu... Are you still listening?" At the other end of the microphone, seeing that Han Jingchu had not responded for a long time, Su Weian couldn't help shouting in a hurry.

"Well, yes." However, Han Jingchu still simply returned one or two words.

In the past half a year, he has talked with Su Weian on the phone, which is often the case. Most of the time, Su Weian is talking on the microphone.

It took Han Jingchu a long time to reply with a word or two.

"Brother Jingchu, if you're busy, I'll call you later." Su Weian was a little angry and deliberately angry.

"OK." Han Jingchu answered coldly. With a heart, he has been worried about the woman upstairs. Where is he still in the mood to talk to Suwei.

Suwei on the other side of the microphone was shocked when she settled down. She was just angry, but she didn't expect Han Jingchu to really understand the amorous feelings and agree to hang up the phone.

In the past, when she fell in love with Han Jingchu at school, she talked like this every time. Han Jingchu was a good comfort to her.

But now

"Brother Jingchu, i..." what else does Su Wei'an want to say? Han Jingchu can't hear him anymore, so he directly pressed to cut off the phone.

Leaving his cell phone aside, Han Jingchu went to the kitchen.

Aunt Fang was washing the dishes. She looked back and saw Han Jingchu standing outside the door. She was startled, "young master, what's the matter with you?"

"Yes." Han Jingchu coughed deliberately, "is there any food in the kitchen?"

"Young master, haven't you had enough?" Aunt Fang said in surprise.

"Yes." Han Jingchu answered. In fact, he was afraid that the woman upstairs was not full.

"OK, and I'll fill it for you now." Aunt Fang nodded, turned and took the dishes and chopsticks to prepare for Han Jingchu.

"More fish soup." Han Jingchu ordered.

"Ah? Young master, don't you like fish? " Aunt Fang was slightly stunned. When she figured it out, she immediately said, "OK, young master, I'll hold more fish soup."

Han Jingchu took a bowl of rice and went to the second floor. When he entered the master bedroom, he saw the woman lying on the big bed with her back to her and her head to the wall.

"Tang Wanliang..." he shouted to her.

Hearing the sound, Tang Wanliang's body stiffened and quickly raised her hand to wipe her face. She didn't want the other party to see that she had just cried.

"What, what?" She took a deep breath and said in a panic, like a thief who was caught on the spot by her master.

"When I talk to you, you point the back of your head at me. Don't you know it's impolite?" Han Jingchu closed the door and walked in with a bad tone.

Tang Wanliang frowned and thought he wanted to trouble her again. He said impatiently, "Han Jingchu, I'm not feeling well today. Can I have a truce?"

"You..." Han Jingchu took a look at the rice bowl in his hand and scolded him in his heart.

"I'm really tired today. Can you stop disturbing me?" Tang Wan was annoyed. She got up and turned her head. When she saw Han Jingchu standing by the bed with his rice bowl, all her remaining words were stuck in her throat.

He was afraid that she didn't have enough to eat, so he specially sent food to her?

Just having this idea for a second, it was immediately rejected by Tang Wanliang. How can Han Jingchu care about her and care about her.

"Why, don't you go on? Didn't you look like you wanted to lose your temper just now? " Han Jingchu scolded her coldly.

"I... what are you doing when you come in?" Tang Wanliang pursed his lips, and his eyes were slightly red.

Han Jingchu stepped over a few steps. When they were close, when he saw Tang Wanliang with red and swollen eyes, the anger he had just held dissipated.

The next moment, his long arm stretched out and handed his rice bowl to Tang Wanliang. His voice said, "eat."

"I'm full." Tang Wanliang shook his head. In fact, his stomach has been very uncomfortable. He was down there just now and didn't eat much.

"Do you mean I should feed you?" Han Jingchu gave an ambiguous sneer and sat down by the woman's bed.

Tang Wanliang opened his eyes wide and was slightly stunned. He just wanted to explain. Han Jingchu had already opened her mouth first. In a strong and ordered tone, "open your mouth."

A spoonful of delicious fish soup with rice was handed to his mouth.

Tang Wanliang didn't respond. Her big watery eyes looked at Han Jingchu like that, and she was flattered.

He... The Grand President of Han's, fed her personally.

"Didn't you hear me?" Han Jing first saw that she didn't move. He said in a low voice with a cold handsome face.

Tang Wanliang returned to his mind, quickly obediently opened his mouth and swallowed the rice fed by the man.

Mingming just ate the same food downstairs, but what he fed from the other party's hands was 100 times better than when he had eaten before.

Seeing her eating, Han Jingchu quietly raised his lips, raised a pair of slender plain hands, and fed a spoonful to Tang Wanliang's mouth.

Until a bowl full of rice was finished, Han Jingchu put the empty bowl next to him, "are you full?"

"Yes." Tang Wanliang nodded and touched her round tummy. Only then did she realize that this was not a dream. Han Jingchu was really feeding her.

"Don't be amorous and think I like you. I'm just afraid you'll starve yourself and get sick. The children born to me and ANN in the future will be unhealthy." Han Jingchu stared at her with a calm face and said angrily.

Tang Wan's cool heart was stifled, and the other party's words were like a basin of cold water pouring down her head, killing all the warmth that had finally risen in her heart.

Yes, she can't help being distracted again.

"I won't think too much. Don't worry. I know, I know... You only have suvivian in your heart. " The last few words are like thin needles. Every word sent out, the throat is like a thin needle.

Tang Wanliang leaned against the head of the bed, turned his head and no longer looked at Han Jingchu.

Obviously what she said is the truth. He should love Su Weian. However, Han Jingchu doesn't have much sense of identity when he hears such words.

In my heart, I was inexplicably angry.

"It's good to know your identity. You're a tool for giving birth." Leaving his words, Han Jingchu raised his long legs and strode away.

When the door was closed, Tang Wanliang was left alone in the big bedroom.

She nestled by the bed, clasped her knees with her hands, and buried her head in her arms. Han Jingchu can always easily stab her heart and easily arouse her emotions——