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

Tang Wanliang came back and found that she was blocking the button and didn't press it. Damn it!

Suddenly, the man leaned in front of Tang Wanliang, and the male breath came to his nostrils. Tang Wanliang's heart beat faster, unconsciously stepped back and leaned against the elevator wall.

The man stretched out his slender index finger and clicked "- 1". Looking back, his breath seemed to be pasted on Tang Wan's cool cherry lips. His deep eyes locked the little woman bumped by the deer.

Han Jingchu stood up straight again as if nothing had happened.

Through the refraction in the elevator, he stared at Tang Wanliang's embarrassed red face, and his white cheeks showed a blush, which was extremely cute.

Han Jingchu once again started to smile.

I don't know since when, he has been laughing more and more recently, but Han Jingchu didn't notice it——

But he still decided that he couldn't like Tang Wanliang, even if she saved him.

……

The red Porsche headed for the airport.

Sitting in the car, Tang Wanliang is texting poetry to report peace.

A big hand grabbed the mobile phone and threw it aside, "don't be half hearted in front of me in the future." Han Jingchu was unhappy and said coldly.

"Can't I give poetry peace? I'm not your servant." Tang Wanliang argued.

"You are my servant." Han Jingchu closed his eyes and closed his eyes: "help me rub my legs."

Tang Wanliang was indignant and stretched out his soft boneless hand. Unwilling, he pressed Han Jingchu's right leg.

Even if the leg is injured and bandaged, the perfect outline of a man's thigh is naturally lined with black trousers.

The shy crimson, like the sunset in the sky, gradually spread in Tang Wan's cool, white, tender and smooth cheeks.

She pressed the injured leg gently for fear of hurting him.

This was the first time he took the initiative to touch him. Although across his trousers, Tang Wanliang's fingertips began to spread a feeling of crispness and numbness, from his chest to his scalp to his whole body.

She didn't dare to look up, so she leaned over and kneaded Han Jingchu's leg.

If only I could be by his side all the time. But they were about to divorce. A month later, she was disqualified from being attacked by him.

A burst of sudden braking, Tang Wanliang's head weight hit down. Caught off guard, his small face accurately pressed Han Jingchu's unspeakable position at the next moment.

She was startled, immediately sat up straight, flustered and pulled her drooping hair with her hands, put her hands on her knees, turned her head and looked out of the window. She didn't even dare to look at Han Jing.

The air pressure in the car drops to zero again.

Tang Wanliang turned his head, as if waiting for the storm to come.

But there was nothing strange behind it.

Tang Wanliang summoned up his courage, gradually turned his head and secretly took a glance at Han Jing with an oblique corner of his eyes.

I saw him still holding fists with both hands, closing his eyes expressionless, and the two thick sword eyebrows remained motionless.

"How dare you peep at me!" Han Jingchu's thin lips moved to highlight these words.

Tang Wanliang, who was still embarrassed, was ashamed and closed her eyes tightly again and twisted her head aside.

Suddenly, a big hand grabbed her petite shoulder and swept it into a warm arms. Tang Wanliang fell into the man's arms and his ears were close to the man's chest.

"Are you so impatient to hook me?" Han Jingchu lowered his eyes, like playing with a plaything, and raised Tang Wan's cool, round and smooth chin with his thumb.

"No, i..." Tang Wanliang hurried to sit up.

A brute force pushed her back into the man's arms: "be honest." The chest vibrates and makes a sound.

Tang Wanliang gave up the struggle and had to lie down.

The thick chest exudes a warm male breath. Tang Wanliang is dizzy. She has been tortured too tired these days.

In her comfortable arms, she drew an arc from the corner of her mouth, closed her eyes as bright as lake water and slept in the past.

The bright red Porsche stopped at the gate of the airport T2 departure hall. Xu Ming turned to ask the president: "president, here we are. Please get off."

Han Jingchu's slender index finger stood up in his mouth.

When Xu Ming saw the president's wife sleeping on the president's chest, he smiled knowingly and lowered his voice: "yes, I'll check in the boarding pass."

Han Jingchu lowered his head and saw Tang Wanliang sleeping like a baby. A fat cheek collapsed downward, and his long eyelashes were curled on the lying silkworm.

Han Jingchu thought, if the dead woman hadn't saved herself, how could she sleep in his arms like this, but a joy still rose from the bottom of his heart.

The man smiled and looked at the financial report with his other hand.

I don't know when Tang Wanliang, who was sleeping, dripped a drop of crystal clear saliva from the corner of his mouth.

Just then, with a "Ding -" sound, Han Jingchu's phone rang.

"I'll be home in three hours... I see." It was Mr. Han who called to ask about the situation. Han Jingchu hung up in a few words.

Woke up Tang Wanliang, Tang Wanliang stretched half way sleepily, frozen in the air and stared at the big round apricot eyes.

Did she just sleep in the arms of this domineering demon king? What did she do! My mind is searching for my memory just now.

"Wipe your saliva. It's ugly." Cold words, Han Jingchu looked at the financial report as if nothing had happened.

Tang Wanliang quickly took out a paper towel to wipe his saliva.

Han Jingchu raised his head, looked contemptuously at half of his face, which was red, twisted Ying Mei in disgust and asked, "are you a pig?"

Tang Wanliang wanted to slap herself. Hastily apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm just too tired..."

I don't know what to do.

Xu Ming walks up and taps on the window. Han Jingchu presses the window.

"President, everything is in order. Board in ten minutes." Xu Mingdao.

"OK, I see." Han Jingchu replied, turned and looked at Tang Wanliang, who was embarrassed: "what are you doing? Get off the bus. Do you want me to teach you?"

The president and his wife's flight arrived in Jiangcheng.

Black Bentley drove into Han's old house.

Old man Han greeted him at the door with his hands on his back.

The family sat on the white leather Phnom Penh sofa in the living room. Mr. Han narrowed his eyes into a line, looked at Tang Wanliang and said with concern: "is Wanliang okay?"

Tang Wanliang repeatedly replied, "it's okay, it's just Han Jingchu's leg..."

"It's all right. The doctor said Jing Chu was in good health and recovered quickly." Han Laozi said with a smile, skipping Han Jingchu.

In front of Mr. Han, Han Jingchu is more like a good son than the arrogant president.

"Then my birthday party next month..." old man Han's eyes swam back and forth between Tang Wanliang and Han Jingchu, as if planning something.

"I've arranged, Hilton Hotel, air restaurant." Han Jingchu spoke slowly.

"No, I mean the gift you gave me..." old man Han deliberately lengthened his voice and looked at Tang Wanliang.

What kind of medicine does Master Han sell in the gourd? Tang Wanliang feels strange. He looks at Han Jingchu with pitiful eyes and asks for help.

"Old man, you don't lack anything. This is a headache, so I'm still carefully selecting." Han Jingchu replied.

As soon as master Han listened, he leaned back on the back of the sofa, put one hand on the armrest of the sofa, narrowed his eyes and opened his wily mouth, "Alas, I really have everything, but it's the same... Ah!"

When he heard old man Han sighing, Tang Wanliang couldn't bear it. On weekdays, old man Han was very kind to him. Han Jingchu bullied her. Moving out old man Han could at least make him restrain a little.

Thinking of this, Tang Wanliang blurted out: "what is your wish? Please tell me. As long as I have the ability, I will complete it for you!"

"Ha ha ha, I'm relieved to have Wan Liang!" Han Laozi looked at Han Jingchu, "you, give me some grandchildren quickly. It's boring for me to face flowers and grass alone all day."

Without giving them any chance to interrupt, old man Han propped his hands on his knees, straightened up, and said, "I'm old..."

Then he went to the kitchen with his back to his hands: "aunt Fen, where's my medicine? Is it at the medicine point?"

Sure enough, ginger was still old and spicy, and Tang Wanliang easily fell into the trap of old man Han.

Han Jingchu got up, pinched Tang Wanliang's wrist and dragged it upstairs.

Kicking open the door, Han Jingchu threw the delicate little woman on the bed: "do you just want to use a child to take away my family property!" The anger in Han Jingchu's eyes seemed to erupt and devour the little woman.

"I didn't!" Tang Wanliang stared at the big apricot eyes. The round eyes rolled around because of grievance.

In the blurred vision of tears, Tang Wanliang was as distressed as a needle. She gave him blood transfusion and life. Why did she still think so unbearable.

Seeing a woman's tears fall, Han Jingchu trembled in his heart. This woman lost blood to him at a critical moment. How could it be such a woman as he thought.

Han Jingchu went to the sofa by the French window and sat down. His slender fingers touched his chin and looked thoughtfully out of the window.

"You go out." The man ordered coldly.

Tang Wanliang sobbed and closed the door.

"Click -"

The room was so silent that you could hear a needle drop on the ground.

The man by the window was deep in thought.

When Su Wei'an went abroad, she held Han Jingchu's hand with tears in her eyes and said to him, "Tang Wanliang is a thoughtful woman. Brother Jingchu, don't be fooled by her! She can hook and seduce men by all means for money. "

But if so, why does Tang Wan say that he is still a son? If she had seduced men by all means, she would have been unclean.

Moreover, Tang Wanliang's woman, the Tang family, and Tang's mother had a bad attitude towards her. He had been to the Tang family once, and it was only he Yuanyi who was anxious to mention money.

Is Su Weian lying, or is Tang Wanliang too good at acting.

The man's sword eyebrows by the window were not together for a long time.

……

Tang Wanliang returned to Hanyuan in advance on the pretext of physical discomfort.

Aunt Fang prepared a big dinner for the president and his wife in Hanyuan, but Tang Wanliang had no appetite at all.

When eating, they are all what they love to eat in ordinary days. When swallowed, they are as tasteless as chewing wax.