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

"How handsome and golden!"

Han Jingchu went to the front passenger's door, opened the door gentlemanly and said coldly, "get off."

I don't know why han Jingchu's voice always has this magic. Tang Wanliang didn't want to, but he still did it honestly.

As soon as Tang Wanliang got off the bus, the crowd fried the pot. It was already the focus of the crowd. Now Tang Wanliang has become the focus of the focus.

"What? Han Jingchu asked this woman to be his car? "

"Good soil, a country girl, is she a servant?"

"But it's so rustic. You don't deserve to be Han Jingchu's servant!"

The crowd talked. Han Jingchu walked to the cruise ship naturally and generously, followed by a little woman dressed in rustic clothes and afraid to look up.

A strange woman in a high slit Hip Wrap evening dress came over, wearing exquisite smoky makeup, a deep V neckline, a plump and round chest loomed, and the corset dress looked concave and convex.

The strange woman held up a glass of champagne and said to Han Jingchu, "hi... President Han."

With that, he glanced contemptuously at the ugly duckling behind Han Jingchu and asked, "President Han, who is this?"

"Servant." Han Jingchu said expressionless.

The word "servant" was like a cold blade inserted into Tang Wanliang's heart. It turned out that he brought her to the reception to humiliate her.

"Oh, so it is." The woman deliberately lengthened her tone and nodded with a thoughtful smile.

The bosses of other groups came to propose a toast to Han Jingchu.

Fu Sihan was also present and came to say hello: "coming?"

At the same time, he also saw Tang Wanliang with his head down.

Han Jingchu said coldly, "be a servant and let her pour the wine."

With that, Han Jingchu took the chair and was immediately greeted by countless enchanting and sexy women.

Han Jingchu is full of interest.

"Oh, Mr. Han is very interested!" A toast.

Han Jingchu didn't speak and drank it with a smile.

When he was drinking, he looked for Tang Wanliang. Tang Wanliang put on a funny slave suit and walked around the crowd with a tray in his hands, looking absent-minded.

This is the price of resisting him. This dead woman dares to challenge Han Jingchu. She can't do without teaching her a lesson.

When she raised her eyes again to look for the figure of the little woman, she was no longer in place, and the tray she was carrying was quietly placed on the long table.

Han Jingchu put down his glass, pushed away the beauty in his arms and got up to push away the crowd.

Fu Sihan saw this and knew it clearly in his heart. He quickly made a round for him. "People are in three hurry. Hey, hey, I'll drink with you for president Han. Come on, pour it."

Han Jingchu's psychological worries spread, ran to the yacht Observatory, and searched for Tang Wanliang's figure in the dense crowd.

Where the hell has this dead woman gone? Find her and she'll be dead! Han Jingchu thought, and worry gradually filled his English eyebrows.

……

An hour ago.

From time to time, Tang Wanliang looked at the scenery of North and South Korea. Seeing his smiling face, there were amazing and sexy beauties on both sides. Her heart couldn't help tingling.

She should have been numb for a long time. Why does the damn heart still hurt so much? Isn't she relieved in a month? Why does the more she thinks of divorce, the more painful she is.

Thinking, Tang Wanliang could no longer bear the tears circling in his eyes, hurriedly put down the tray, walked away from the crowd and came to the edge of the clean deck.

The sea breeze blew Tang Wanliang's tears into his mouth, salty and astringent.

Holding the guardrail in her hands, she looked up into the sky.

Suddenly, a strong smell of wine came to my nose.

With his head down, a middle-aged man approached her slowly.

"Beauty, are you enjoying the scenery? Do you want me to accompany you?" The middle-aged man smiled with a greasy face.

Tang Wanliang dodged in horror.

"Oh, still shy, beauty, come and play with me." Then he threw himself on Tang Wanliang.

Tang Wanliang was heavily pressed on the deck. She struggled desperately and shouted, "Han Jingchu!"

But before shouting, a salty pig covered her mouth.

Due to the strong sea breeze, the guardrail is far away from the crowd, no one can hear her voice, and no one is aware of the disappearance of a small "servant".

Tang Wanliang kicked the old man with all his strength, but the old man began to pick off her clothes with his other hand.

"Yila -" the clothes were torn and the buttons fell on the deck.

The salty pig's hand trampled down Tang Wan's cool plumpness. Soon he reached out to his skirt, and the salty pig's hand was about to pull it down.

When Tang Wanliang was in despair, his weight suddenly disappeared.

The cold and domineering Han Jingchu "bang -" punched the old man in the face, and the old man fell to one side.

Han Jingchu was so angry that he didn't seem to get rid of his hatred. He rushed up with another punch.

The old man saw Han Jingchu's angry face and shouted, "Mr. Han, spare your life! Mr. Han, spare your life. I was wrong. "

"Get out!" Han Jingchu shouted.

The old man rolled away.

Han Jingchu turned his head and looked at Tang Wanliang with his hands protecting his chest. His tightly locked eyebrows gradually loosened.

A black coat was covered towards Tang Wan Liang. The man said coldly, "put it on and go back to the hotel."

Tang Wanliang nodded in shock and put on his coat tremblingly. There is a strong masculine smell on the coat.

This breath wrapped Tang Wanliang and made her feel safe.

Tang Wanliang followed Han Jingchu. One by one, they silently returned to the car. The air pressure in the car was extremely low.

When there were only two people in the car, Han Jingchu could no longer suppress his anger and beat his fist on the steering wheel, "Tang Wanliang, why do you put it in your bones like this. Dang! That old man you have to hook. Lead! Don't you think it's dirty? Do you know how to write the word "shame"

"I..." not so. Tang Wanliang wanted to explain, but she was just frightened and wronged. She couldn't spit out a word.

"Hook. You really enjoy it so much! I have paid off the debt of your black sheep brother. I want to see if you have any reason to explain tonight this time! "

Han Jingchu roared, his chest undulating violently because of anger.

Tang Wanliang's heart has sunk to the bottom of the valley.

If in the past, she might have foolishly tried her best to explain that she was not loose and that she didn't push Su Weian downstairs.

But now, it doesn't matter. Why explain? He won't believe it

"You talk! If you don't give me an explanation tonight, I will never let you go! " Han Jingchu held Tang Wanliang's chin in one hand and pressed fiercely.

Tang Wanliang's face was pinched with pain, and her hands tried to break off the big hand with blue tendons.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't resist the power of men.

"I've explained it countless times. Do you believe it?" Tang Wanliang limped down and gave up the struggle.

The crystal clear tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and flowed into Han Jingchu's palm.

Han Jingchu felt a damp heat in his palm and gradually let go of his hand.

Tang Wanliang's face left deep, purplish red five fingerprints.

As soon as the accelerator is pressed, the champagne Porsche disappears with the powerful engine sound.

Han Jingchu's brain is full of the scene just now. The woman around him is so loose. Dang. He caught him with an old man. He has the face to pretend to be wronged here!

Han Jingchu glared at the front and stepped on the accelerator.

Suddenly, across the road, a large truck came.

The truck illegally turned on the high beam, which made Han Jingchu's eyes unable to open.

"Squeaking -" a burst of rapid braking sound caused the body to drift 360 degrees.

Tang Wanliang was pale with fear and closed his eyes tightly.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, the champagne Porsche hit the coconut tree on the roadside.

……

The sound of the ambulance siren cut through the silent night.

When Tang Wanliang opened his eyes, he was lying on the hospital bed. The white stabbed made her eyes unable to open. The injury on her forehead hurt her, and she bared her teeth and took a breath.

After gradually recovering his memory, Tang Wanliang hurried out of bed and ran to the nurse's desk.

"Nurse, where's the man with me." He can't have an accident, no! Tang Wanliang was burning with anxiety.

"Was it the car accident three hours ago? You asked Mr. Han Jingchu, right? " The nurse checked the register and asked.

"Yes, where is he? If anything happened to him, please tell me... "Tang Wanliang was flustered, his eyes turned red, and his tears swirled in his eyes.

"Mr. Han is undergoing surgery. He has a slight concussion, injured his right leg and lost too much blood, resulting in coma. At present, the injury is uncertain." The nurse comforted.

"Can you tell me where he is?" Tang Wanliang took a deep breath, tears in her eyes, and could hardly open her eyes.

The young female nurse led Tang Wanliang to the door of the operating room.

At this time, the doctor performing the operation came out of the operating room, took off one side of the mask, looked at Tang Wanliang and asked, "Hello, are you Mr. Han's family?"

Tang Wanliang's eyes anxiously extended to the operating room. Regardless of anything else, she repeatedly promised, "it's me, doctor, he... How's it going now..."

"Please sign here. We are trying our best to rescue the patient. The patient lost too much blood, leading to coma. Now he needs a lot of blood transfusion. Due to the special blood type, our hospital may not have enough blood. " The doctor explained.

Tang Wanliang finished signing with trembling hands. In the relationship column, she instinctively filled in her wife.

"Doctor, with my blood, I can!" After signing, Tang Wanliang eagerly rolled up his sleeves.

"Mrs. Han, please don't worry. It's not clear whether your blood type matches. This blood type is very rare." The doctor glanced at the signed book and his eyes fell on the column of wife relationship.

"Match, definitely match!" Tang Wanliang was worried. How could she not match? When she was eight years old, she also gave Han Jingchu blood transfusion. Their blood types were the same.

"OK, please follow me." The doctor led Tang Wanliang to the blood drawing place, "please make a blood type match first."

"OK." Tang Wanliang wiped his eyes and replied.

Not surprisingly, the match was successful.

……

Looking at the blood in the blood bag increasing bit by bit, Tang Wanliang's mind drifted to more than ten years ago.