Ex-husband addicted to wife after divorce

Su Chun suddenly lost interest.

It was all his nonsense for the sake of face, so there was no evidence.

He raised his legs and left, but Chen Xuan immediately waved to stop him.

"Don't you just want to accept the project? The Qi family has it, and so does my family. Although the bid amount is not large, as long as you have the right qualifications, I can help."

Su Chun's eyes lit up.

The Su family is struggling now, and the legs of ants are also meat. Since someone came to the door, he naturally wanted to seize the opportunity.

"Okay, you have fulfilled your promise, and I will give you the evidence!"

"No, you don't want to be an empty-handed wolf. Give me a part of it first, and the rest can wait until the work is done."

"Alright, I don't have it on me right now, let's make an appointment to meet outside."

Su Chun took out his phone and added Chen Xuan's WeChat.

Guilty and excited, he swallowed his saliva, already thinking about how to forge the so-called evidence in his mind.

Chen Xuan looked at his leaving back, stroking his red and swollen face with her fingers.

This woman, Gu Junrou, was an insurmountable obstacle between her and Qi Jingan.

But before that, Ling Yue'er was no less dangerous than her.

The silly woman who thought she was just being used suddenly became enlightened in a short period of time, no matter how she teased her, she would remain calm and take advantage of the situation to enhance the relationship between husband and wife.

This made Chen Xuan feel a strong sense of crisis.

She strongly wanted to make some crazy moves to calm her inner anxiety.

She returned to the banquet hall, scanned for a week, and was surprised to find that Qi Jingan and Ling Yueer were not there.

Chen Xuan immediately took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Qi Jingan: Brother, where have you been?Why don't you come back?

The message sounded.

Ling Yue'er woke up suddenly, she shyly rolled her eyes away.

For some reason, Qi Jingan suddenly hugged her, pushed her against the wall, and greedily absorbed every inch of her breath in a completely possessive posture.

The hormonal aura on the man's body, mixed with the faint scent of tobacco and alcohol, instantly swept through all her senses.

Indulge in it.

Qi Jingan didn't look at the phone, but pressed Ling Yue'er's head against his chest.

Quiet and beautiful.

Ling Yue'er was deeply fascinated by that steady and powerful heartbeat.

"Are you avoiding me to smoke again?"

She muttered something.

"Well. Just one."

Qi Jingan sighed, "It's a bit annoying."

Ling Yue'er raised her head and looked at him anxiously.

"Is it about grandpa?"

"No."

That's the father's business.

It seems that they just chatted, and the conversation was not pleasant.

Ling Yue'er considered for a moment, then whispered: "They're all adults, they have the right to choose. If it's really inappropriate, maybe it's a relief to separate."

"I see that my mother's mood is very stable. It seems that she has been prepared for a long time."

"Not all because of them."

Qi Jingan rubbed his eyebrows.

"Stop talking, go back."

He stood up straight and suddenly swayed, Ling Yueer quickly supported him.

"Did you drink too much? Are you okay?"

"is a bit."

Ling Yue'er saw him walking staggeringly, her eyes were full of confusion, although her words were somewhat logical, she was probably already drunk.

This can fool Su Chun away.

Ling Yue'er smiled, and helped him back to the banquet hall.

Not long after she sat down, Qi Jingan was pulled away. She couldn't stop her, she glanced across the table and stopped suddenly.

He forgot to take the mobile phone aside.

Just at this moment, the screen suddenly lit up.

Wanna see?
Such a thought suddenly flashed in her mind.

She knew Qi Jingan's mobile phone password.

She played it a few times before, and there was no problem, and then she stopped watching it.

Ling Yue'er suddenly remembered a famous saying on the Internet: No woman can walk out of her boyfriend's mobile phone with a smile.

She used to smile, but now, probably not.

Knowing that it was sad to read it, she reached out her hand impulsively and entered the password.

It was Chen Xuan who sent a message to Qi Jingan: Brother, stop drinking, you will feel sick to your stomach if you drink too much.

How considerate.

Ling Yue'er looked calm, and turned up calmly.

There is a lot of news, chatting every day.

It's nothing more than the little things in life, but they all share with each other.

Even, there are some things that Qi Jingan only mentioned to Chen Xuan.

The chat history is only a few days old, and the previous ones have probably been deleted by him.

What have they talked about before?
Have you talked about her?

Ling Yue'er closed her eyes in pain.

The bell rang again.

She took a deep breath and looked down.

This time it wasn't Chen Xuan.

It was Qi Jingan's new assistant who sent the message: Su Chun's information has been sent to your mailbox, someone checked his computer, and there is no suspicious information.

Ling Yueer choked for breath.

How could this happen? Didn't you say you believed her?
She explained it so clearly, he trusted him on the surface, but secretly ordered Cheng Wen to investigate Su Chun.

Ling Yueer turned up again.

Not surprisingly, I saw Min Eun Ho's name.

Not daring to look any further, she put the phone back in place in a panic.

The deep affection just now dissipated at this moment, and my mood fell to the bottom in an instant.

this is nothing.

Ling Yue'er clenched her fingers tightly, comforting herself in a panic.

Being thoughtful and thoughtful in everything, these are Qi Jingan's strengths.

He only checked the strangers around her for her safety.

There's nothing wrong with that.

But, but.

Understand the reason.

Ling Yue'er couldn't hold back her out-of-control mood anymore, she grabbed her bag and stood up abruptly.

"What's wrong?" Gu Junrou, who was chatting with a friend at the side, looked over in doubt.

"Mom, I feel a little sick to my stomach, I want to go back first."

"Should I take you to the hospital?"

"No, it's an old problem, just go back and lie down."

After casually finding a reason, Ling Yueer turned around and went out.

She wasn't in a hurry to go home, she walked for a while first, taking a walk to relax.

It's not enough for one person to go into a corner alone, and she also understands this truth, so she made a video call to Huo Daimei because it was still early.

"What event are you participating in today? You are so beautifully dressed." Huo Daimei praised.

Under the dim night light, the camera has its own soft light, which looks very good-looking.

Ling Yue'er smiled shyly, "Are you busy? Did I bother you?"

Huo Daimei flipped the camera: "Watching TV with the children, why bother me? I just missed you, and I was just about to call you, and you came."

"how are things?"

"It's okay, it's just a little uncomfortable to endure, and I always feel wronged."

"Grievance, sadness, pain, these kinds of feelings are just emotions brought about by your judgment on things. You are sad because you think this matter is sad to you."

"Change the way of thinking, remove judgment, and these emotions are nothing to you."

Huo Daimei said, paused: "Of course, I know it's hard to do."

As an outsider who can calmly think about the pros and cons, for Huo Daimei, trying to save the relationship is the worst policy.

The best way should be to decisively kill the child, leave Qi Jingan, leave this deformed love triangle, and live a new, normal life.

But since Ling Yue'er is not willing to part with the child, she naturally has to pay more for it.

"Work hard, move towards the goal, at least you have tried, no matter what kind of result you get in the end, don't regret it."

After the chat, Ling Yue'er felt a little relieved.

She hung up the phone, and suddenly realized that she had walked to a sparsely populated street without knowing it.

Behind him, footsteps slowly approached.

Ling Yue'er turned her head abruptly, and two tall men stood quietly behind her, with fleshy faces and fierce looks.