Ex-husband addicted to wife after divorce

Ling Yue'er was not interested, and even resisted.

"I'm in my twenties, what's the use of looking for my biological parents now, I just feel embarrassed and resentful, it's better to think that they are already dead."

"However, how much does the person you said resemble me? Do you have a photo?"

Although she had no expectations for her biological parents, she couldn't help being curious about a person who looked like her in her life.

"The person in the hospital surveillance, we thought it was produced by changing the face through AI technology, but I saw him today and found out that Xie Yingying should have gone there in person."

Mentioning this monitoring, Ling Yueer suddenly became sober, her back was numb.

It looks like the same thing, almost exactly the same, so people have to think about it.

Ling Yue'er also watched the video later, as if she was watching herself from a third perspective. If she hadn't been on the plane at that time, she couldn't help but wonder if some supernatural accident had happened.

"Can you use that surveillance to go to the police and arrest her?" Ling Yue'er crossed her arms and said with a creepy feeling.

She remembered a thriller horror novel she had read.

The protagonists in the novel have a "double body", both of them are exactly the same in appearance and memory. When the other self meets him and intersects, one of them will be replaced and disappear.

Of course, Ling Yueer also knew that this was just a novel.

Qi Jingan shook his head: "There are too many relationships involved."

Ling Yue'er was restless, and chased after Qi Jingan to see that person's photo: "After the event, we usually take a photo together, you can look for it, I want to see how similar it is."

Qi Jingan had no choice but to flip through the conference group.

Looking around, he frowned.

"She was not photographed."

Ling Yue'er didn't believe it, so she grabbed the phone and flipped through it by herself.

Not really.

Every time Shen Gaoqi was photographed, Xie Yingying who was behind him was always just avoided.

"Perhaps Shen Gaoqi specially ordered it."

Ling Yue'er answered absent-mindedly, unable to hold back her thoughts, she told Qi Jingan the content of the novel.

Qi Jingan was quite helpless, "If you read these horror novels every day, you will become suspicious. There are so many coincidences in the world. I think she might be your long-lost twin sister."

"Okay." Ling Yue'er also felt that she was too sensitive.

But then, she remembered a big problem.

"You can't and can't recognize us, right? You didn't see the problem in that surveillance video, but you still said how much you like me!"

Qi Jing'an suddenly felt that he shouldn't be causing trouble, and talked about this matter too much.

He hurriedly explained: "Surveillance is surveillance, it's blurry from a distance, and real people can still see some differences."

Ling Yueer looked distrustful.

After finally sending Chen Xuan to the cold palace, a woman who looks similar to her appeared. Anyway, God didn't want her to live a peaceful life, so he had to arrange some problems for her.

"Really? I'm really afraid that you have had a lot of contact with her. What if you get drunk and mistake her for me?"

"Qi Jing'an, even if it's a misunderstanding, I absolutely can't accept you sleeping with other women, you know that."

Qi Jingan looked at her with a smile, and said, "Okay, I know."

Her extremely serious warning, in Qi Jingan's ears, turned into love words declaring sovereignty.

He couldn't help hugging her and kissing her again and again, and after taking a bath, he still hugged her tightly against her back to sleep.

That hand was stroking the chubby belly, just like holding an antique treasure, and refused to let go no matter how much it moved, and it was pushing down more and more.

Ling Yue'er was agitated by him, grabbed his hand angrily, and bit him hard: "Do you still want to sleep?"

"Sleep." Qi Jingan put her earlobe in his mouth, and said with a low smile, "Sleep first, and then continue to sleep."

Ling Yue'er's ears turned red.

"If the baby is born, he will be the first to scold you to death!" she muttered.

Qi Jingan hoarsely said: "She is a small light bulb, it's fine if she seriously hinders her parents' sex life, and she has the nerve to blame me?"

He kissed her back, all the way down.

After the passion faded, Ling Yue'er came out of the shower hastily, when a thought suddenly came to her mind.

She shook Qi Jingan's shoulders, a little excited like watching an anti-Japanese spy movie: "I've figured out a way."

"What?" Second Monk Zhang An Qi Jingan was puzzled.

"Let's discuss a secret sign, in case you are confused by that woman outside, you can say the secret sign." Ling Yue'er whispered into his ear furtively.

With a gust of hot air blowing on his ears, Qi Jing'an immediately regained his energy.

"What code?"

He lifted the quilt, hugged Ling Yue'er, and took her into his arms.

Ling Yueer whispered: "It needs to be able to mention it casually, in a natural way, and it has nothing to do with us. It will definitely not be known by them."

"What code do you think should be used?"

Qi Jingan thought about it.

He felt that Xie Yingying was not pregnant, and compared with Ling Yue'er, her figure was still different.

No matter how similar the face was, he couldn't be so blind that he couldn't recognize Ling Yue'er.

But since she is worried... why not follow her.

"You seem cuter today." He said suddenly.

Ling Yue'er was startled, her face blushed and said embarrassedly: "Why are you praising me all of a sudden?"

"Just use this as a code."

Ling Yue'er looked at him: "How can one word be used as a secret signal? You'll be perfunctory to me."

"I know your reaction very well." Qi Jingan said, patted her on the head, "Go to sleep, it's getting late."

Although Ling Yue'er didn't know how he could judge it, but seeing that he said it with such certainty, let's assume that he really knew it for the time being.

She adjusted her posture a few times and fell asleep quickly.

Rare dream.

When he woke up, Qi Jingan was in the bathroom applying beard foam.

Ling Yue'er hugged him sleepily from behind, and sighed: "Pregnancy is so uncomfortable. Every day when I wake up, I feel uncomfortable here or there. In short, I need a place to find my presence."

"Where is it uncomfortable again? Leg cramps? I'll help you pinch in a while."

"No, I just feel sluggish and can't cheer up."

Qi Jingan turned to look at her, the bubbles brushed against Ling Yueer's fingertips.

"Hands out."

Qi Jingan grabbed her fingers and put them under the faucet to rinse. She lay on his back in this posture, and simply washed both hands.

"How does it feel to shave your beard?" Ling Yue'er became more awake, a little curious, eager to try with the razor, "Let me help you, you always take care of me, and I want to do something for you too."

Qi Jingan narrowed his eyes: "You just want to play, don't talk about those big things."

Ling Yueer's dimples were exposed, she smiled slyly, and pulled Qi Jingan to sit on the small bench, and began to study the razor in her hand.

The blade is cold and looks sharp.

"You don't know how to use this, get the electric one." Qi Jingan ordered.

Ling Yue'er also knew how much she weighed, so she switched to the electric switch and slowly moved it against his face.

This thing, if you say it's fun, doesn't really have any sense of experience.

At most, it was the satisfaction of taking care of her lover, coupled with the pursuit of perfection in doing things, Ling Yue'er shaved very seriously, rubbing his fingers repeatedly on his cheeks to make sure there was nothing missing.

Touching and touching, Ling Yue'er realized that Qi Jingan was looking at her fiercely, as if he wanted to eat her.

She realized belatedly that she shouldn't have provoked him so early in the morning!