Spoiled Star Wife: President, I Surrender

The man under the moonlight, the sharp-edged silhouette is more refined and distinct, the thin lips are slightly pursed, sexy but not lacking in nobility, and the broken hair flutters in the wind.

There was a faint smell of tobacco on his body, which hit her nostrils like this.

Is this man a monster?
"Lu Qinghuan, are you so kind? Blowing cold wind at night? Are you dying?" Looking at her pale face, Bao Yanchen felt angry for no reason.

Lu Qinghuan was inexplicably yelled at by him, and when she thought about the intimate appearance of her husband and another woman she saw with her own eyes today, she couldn't help feeling sour.

She pushed Bao Yanchen away with all her strength, turned her head slightly, and took a few steps back, her tone was very decisive, "My husband never belonged to me, did he? So, even if I die, it has nothing to do with you."

The corners of Lu Qinghuan's lips were slightly raised, her long black hair was gently draped behind her back, and her perfect body was outlined in a white court-style dress without any flaws.

The whole person looks glamorous and unparalleled.

It's just that the depths of those eyes are full of desolation.

Oh, nothing to do?

Bo Yanchen's face became even colder, and the corners of his lips traced a dangerous arc, and the split corners of his mouth were just right for being ruthless.

As he approached slowly, Lu Qinghuan continued to back away slowly, looking at him in fear.

Suddenly, Bo Yanchen seemed to be irritated by her actions, and his slender hand pinched her jaw, forcing her to raise her head and look into his eyes, which were full of superior aura.

Also like pity, like contempt.

Lu Qinghuan wanted to struggle, but found that his body had no strength at all under his gaze, as if his body didn't belong to him.

"What exactly do you want?" Lu Qinghuan gritted her teeth and stared at him bitterly.

Lu Qinghuan couldn't wait for this moody man in front of him. In front of him, he felt like an ant.

"It doesn't matter? Lu Qinghuan, you are really fickle!" Bao Yanchen seemed to be completely irritated by her, his eyes were full of anger.

This woman is really daring, who gave him the right to completely draw a line between her and him?

"fickle?"

Lu Qinghuan only felt that his jaw was about to be crushed by the man in front of him, and the pain was overwhelming, but he still tried his best to hold back his teeth, and his eyes were covered with mist.

There were still tears in her eyes, shining like bright pearls under the moonlight.

How could she be so cruel to him...

Seeing Lu Qinghuan's painful appearance, Bao Yanchen's heart trembled suddenly, he let go of her, and then strode out of the room.

She would make him lose control every time, and even wanted to kill her every time!

But I can't bear it.

For a moment, only Lu Qinghuan was left sitting helplessly on the ground in the huge room.

Lu Qinghuan's eyes were full of desolation, and her tears seemed to have dried up. She wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, and the throbbing pain in her heart made her feel worse than death, and she couldn't help sobbing.

Bo Yanchen, that bastard!
He and himself are married, why should they provoke other women.

Although, she has no right to order him to love her.

The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she became, and the crying gradually turned into howling. Lu Qinghuan's delicate face was covered with tears, which soaked the pillow and bedding.

Bo Yanchen pushed open the door and looked at the figure curled up in a ball on the bed, his heart was full of guilt and distress, he didn't actually leave, and stayed outside the door.

He stepped forward and lifted the quilt quickly, Lu Qinghuan felt a chill all over his body and was startled.

In the next second, Lu Qinghuan fell gently into Bao Yanchen's warm arms, and Bao Yanchen pressed her down, his eyes full of pity, and his deep face full of tenderness.

Slender fingers gently stroked the tears on the girl's face, Bao Yanchen's eyes flashed with distress, and his thin lips parted slightly, "Lu Qinghuan, I'm sorry."

Lu Qinghuan realized that when he heard this, his eyes were filled with crystal tears again, he was really sorry for himself.

She was slightly tired of his warm embrace, there was no coldness, only warmth.

"You bastard! Get out!" Lu Qinghuan couldn't help crying and cursing, beating Bo Yanchen constantly, as if wanting to vent all his grievances.

Bo Yanchen just pursed his lips slightly, looked at her tenderly in his eyes, and didn't speak.

Lu Qinghuan cried and cried, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and sleepiness flooded in like a tide.

The night is getting darker, and the night is getting cooler.

Wisps of moonlight poured down, and the girl's lips were slightly pale, which made people feel pity.

Her lips were red and her teeth were white, and her hair, which was like a black waterfall, set off her skin as tender and white as snow, which could be broken by a blow.

Her brows were furrowed from time to time, and she kept curling her body, as if she was guarding against something.

Bo Yanchen's deep eyes rested on her smooth and delicate face, his brows were raised slightly, and the coldness in the depths of his eyes seemed to disappear.

The cold fingertips caressed her outline unconsciously, the smooth white skin was very comfortable to the touch, and a trace of pity flashed across the man's eyes.

It seemed that she was so quiet only when she was asleep, and she didn't have the domineering stubbornness when she was awake at all, and she didn't have much resistance to him.

"Lu Qinghuan, what exactly do I need to occupy your heart." The man's slender fingers gently stroked the tear stains on the girl's face, and his thin lips parted slightly.

His fingers kept rubbing Lu Qinghuan's cherry lips. Her red lips were as rosy as cherries, and people couldn't help but want to take two bites.

Unknowingly, Bo Yanchen couldn't help but bowed his head, and his thin lips gently pressed close to the girl's red lips, kissing very lightly.

In a blur, Lu Qinghuan only felt something warm covering her lips, and she kept rubbing her lips, sucking her beauty.

The moonlight poured down, and the two lips were tightly covered together, shining brightly.

"Lu Qinghuan, you are the person I can't touch, the star I can't touch..."

In fact, in the beginning, I only had you in my heart.

The window screen fluttered with the breeze, and the morning sun seemed to shine through the window like golden light, dipping into the girl's clean and jade-like face.

The girl's body was curled up, and her long black hair was sprinkled on the white bedding, setting off the beauty.

Lu Qinghuan's butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly on the bed, and then, a pair of beautiful eyes that were as bright as jade opened slightly, and for a while, her brain hurt badly.

Bo Yanchen?
As if thinking of something, Lu Qinghuan hurriedly looked to the other side of the bed, it was empty, there was nothing there, but she didn't know whether it was disappointment or happiness in her heart.

At this time, there was a burst of clear and rapid phone calls. Lu Qinghuan rubbed his head and picked up the phone. It was Kang An'an, "Qing Huan, "Sky Screen" is about to wrap up today, why haven't you arrived yet?"

Lu Qinghuan's beautiful eyes were slightly startled, today is the breath of "Sky Curtain" finishing?

She immediately looked at the date, only to realize that today is the day when "Sky Screen" will be finalized, so she gritted her teeth and patted herself on the head.