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

"Shall I say it again?" Han Jingchu stared at Aunt Fang. Her voice was cold and could freeze to death.

"No, no, young master, I'll go now." Aunt Fang sighed and could only harden her head and walk to Tang Wanliang's suitcase“ Young grandma, I'm sorry. "

Han Jingchu snorted coldly and looked at Tang Wanliang's eyes with incomparable contempt. "She's a little grandma, and soon she's not."

Tang Wanliang took a deep breath, stepped empty under her feet, fell decadent on the stairs, and was hurt by the hard stairs.

But she didn't care about the pain at all, because the position of the heart was clearer and more painful than the pain on her body.

In his eyes, she is not only inferior to prostitutes and women, but also a terrible thief. He did not give her a trace of dignity to guard against her

Tang Wanliang sat on the stairs with her knees in her arms. Her eyes turned red and her tears fell silently. It seemed that she was complaining about Han Jingchu's evil deeds.

Han Jingchu's face remained unchanged and stared at her gloomily. In fact, his heart was pained because of her tears.

At this time, aunt Fang has checked the suitcase and hurriedly came to remit the report, "young master, there are some swimsuits, short sleeves and sunscreen in the suitcase, which are all grandma's own things."

Han Jingchu snorted, calmly faced, walked to the leather sofa in the living room, sat down, and his eyes fell on the little woman on the stairs, "don't cry, come here."

His gentle tone and actions are like calling a pet.

However, Tang Wanliang is not her pet.

On the stairs, Tang Wanliang turned her head to one side and pretended not to hear.

"Tang Wanliang, I'll let you come!" Han Jingchu ushered in the rise. He was no longer angry with the dead woman who wanted to leave without permission. She dared not listen to him.

Han Jingchu's voice was outrageous. Tang Wanliang reluctantly walked over, angrily came to the sofa, puffed his cheeks and sat down next to the man.

The next moment, Tang Wanliang, who had just sat down, was frightened and exclaimed“ Ah -- "

The woman hurriedly covered her fart. Gu jumped up. It turned out that she was sitting on the eagle shaped lighter that Han Jingchu threw on the sofa. In addition, she sat down hard, which made her hurt.

"Hiss -" Han Jingchu almost didn't laugh. He raised his eyes, but his face was evil.

"Where is the graduation trip?" Han Jingchu asked.

"Sanya, what are you doing?" Tang Wanliang rubbed his ass and said angrily.

Every time, in front of this man, she is always ugly. Now she wants to find a hole in the ground.

"Tang Wanliang, we haven't divorced yet. As my wife, do you need a reason to report your whereabouts?" After that, Han Jingchu had a strange smile on his lips.

Tang Wanliang had an ominous premonition.

……

The plane crossed the sky, leaving a string of tail clouds gradually buried in the clouds.

"Dear passengers, the plane is about to arrive at our destination, Sanya."

Graduation trip, started.

The hotel was booked in advance by the class. Tang Wanliang was originally in the same room with Jos Yu. Strangely, Jos Yu didn't come, so Tang Wanliang left the list.

Tang Wanliang entered the hotel room with her huge luggage. She threw down her schoolbag and opened the curtains. The bright sunshine came in. She lay in a big font on the bed with great relief.

There is no Han Jingchu, no trouble, no poison tongue here. It is the life she yearns for

Tang Wanliang's Xinqing unconsciously brightened up and stood up with crooked corners of her eyes.

"Ding -" the phone rang. Tang Wanliang turned over and picked up the phone. Xu Ming, Han Jingchu's assistant, was displayed on the caller ID.

With an uneasy mood, Tang Wanliang clicked the answer button.

"Madam President, the president asked me to pick you up. I'm right at the door of your hotel. Please take your luggage downstairs."

"What?" Tang Wanliang felt like a bolt from the blue when she heard the speech. How can Han Jingchu be haunted forever!

But she had to go downstairs. She knew very well that not going now was like toasting without penalty. The taste of penalty wine was not so good.

Tang Wanliang took his big suitcase out of the hotel and put on a champagne Porsche.

Banshan Peninsula International Hotel, villa room.

Tang Wanliang followed the housekeeper to the door of Han Jing's villa. The door opened, elegant light, color matching, chic decoration and gilded tables and chairs came into view.

The huge landing window is the boundless sea. The blue sky is connected with the clear sea water, like a picture frame in the French window.

Tang Wanliang was stunned. "Isn't this a scene only in TV?"

After being adopted by the Tang family, although she has lived a rich life for several years, she still has no status at home. She is still a full-fledged steamed stuffed bun.

Under the French window on the other side is a private swimming pool with running water. Tang Wanliang surprised and walked over. His heart sighed, "I can still swim."

Before she could be surprised, she noticed the free tumbling figure in the water, and the well-defined muscles floated together in the water.

"Wow!" With a splash of water, a handsome face appeared at the edge of the pool. The man turned his wet hair behind his head with his hand, looking more and more handsome and bright.

Tang Wanliang was standing by the pool. She was splashed with water. She was startled and sat down by the smooth pool.

She secretly complained that what medicine was sold in Han Jingchu's gourd, but anyway, it must be destined to torture her.

Standing in the water, Han Jingchu, with his strong long arms around the swimming pool, smiled and looked at Tang Wanliang who fell to the ground with great interest.

The man raised his sword eyebrow slightly and opened his mouth like a mockery, "Tang Wanliang, it turned out that your thigh is so thick!"

Tang Wanliang looked at Han Jingchu's legs. When she sat down in a panic, the soft peacock blue chiffon skirt was hooked up along the metal buckle of the satchel, revealing her left white thigh.

Tang Wanliang blushed and hurriedly stood up and pulled down his skirt. Due to excessive tension, the soft blue chiffon was torn and awkwardly floated in the air.

"Every part of your body is mine. Why be nervous?" Han Jingchu looked gloating, "but Mrs. Han, is your IQ negative?"

Then he raised his big arm over his head, and the man called lazily, "housekeeper." He leaned back comfortably, pushed his slender legs towards the swimming pool wall, and swam to the distance along the clear lake blue water.

The private housekeeper of the hotel came up and said respectfully, "please tell me, young master."

"Take her to change." Han Jingchu ordered.

Tang Wanliang's cheeks were hot and he timidly pinched his skirt. He didn't know what to say.

Seeing this, the housekeeper immediately made a gesture and said, "please follow me to your bedroom."

As the housekeeper went up the second floor, the door opened.

The sun is just right. The wooden sloping eaves are facing the low tatami bed. Several pieces of bright red roses are scattered on the snow-white sheet. Two pink towels are folded into a delicate Swan shape, and the swan's neck forms a "heart" shape.

There are clear French windows on all sides. You can see the boundless blue ocean. The soft colors and elegant decoration in the room create a pleasant atmosphere.

The housekeeper stepped back to the door, bowed slightly and said politely, "is there anything else Mrs. Han has to say?"

"No, no, thank you." Tang Wanliang replied repeatedly.

After the housekeeper retired, Tang Wanliang slowly took out the replacement skirt. In the past year of marriage, Han Jingchu has been warbling outside, and she can only look on like a speechless bystander, heartbroken.

Today, for the first time, I have a feeling of "Mrs. Han" in front of outsiders.

She walked thoughtfully to the tatami bed, squatted down and looked out of the window.

I found that I could see a private swimming pool on the second floor.

Looking down, Han Jingchu got up from the water and lay on the beach chair by the swimming pool. One leg was bent and the other leg was extended. He was resting on an arm. The curve was perfect, and the thick chest muscles were full of water droplets.

Suddenly, Tang Wanliang's eyes touched Han Jingchu's tight swimming trunks. The raised focus made Tang Wanliang suddenly come back to his mind and quickly shook his head. How can she expect all this?

She was just a plaything of Han Jingchu from beginning to end.

After changing his skirt, Tang Wanliang went downstairs.

Han Jingchu saw the little woman slowly coming through his sunglasses and asked in a disdainful tone, "are you going to wear this hick suit to attend the reception with me?"

what? Cocktail party?

"I'm on a graduation trip. When did I promise to attend your cocktail party?" Tang Wanliang retorted that his pink cheeks were flushed with anger.

"I'm informing you, not discussing with you." Han Jing didn't lift his head at first, and said in a non-negotiable tone.

This dead woman, let her attend the cocktail party is already a compliment to her. She is so ignorant! There are many women who want to go to the ball with Han Jingchu. This woman dares to be angry!

Tang Wan squatted down on the spot with a cool breath, holding his hands together and sulking wrongly.

Han Jing felt a sense of happiness at first sight. See if this woman dare to talk back to herself in the future.

Han Jingchu changed his clothes and saw that Tang Wanliang was still squatting in place angrily and wanted to silently resist him. The corner of the man's mouth aroused a gloomy smile.

Tang Wanliang, you're dead. Han Jingchu thought.

A pair of slender and straight legs came to Tang Wanliang. Han Jingchu grabbed Tang Wanliang's wrist and dragged it out.

Tang Wanliang struggled desperately to get rid of his powerful hand, but he was dragged into the champagne Porsche passenger seat.

Han Jingchu bent over, put his hands on the window and warned contemptuously, "be honest with me!"

Being so frightened, Tang Wanliang, like a wounded kitten, wrongfully nestled in the passenger seat, bowed his head, puffed his cheeks and pinched his fingers.

This is a Haolun cocktail party. The participants are partners of Han group who have had a cooperative relationship for more than five years. They are all social elites, celebrities, local tyrants and tycoons.

Han Jingchu's slender leg stretched out from the door and immediately attracted a burst of women's exclamation on the deck: "is it really Han Jingchu, the son of Han's group?"

When Han Jingchu got off the bus, the crowd was in a commotion again.

Really! How handsome! "

"Yes, and it is said that he is in charge of Han's business now, and the market has expanded abroad!"