Jin Shao's spoiled ex-wife

In the windless night after the rain, the hot air made people feel oppressed.

In the afternoon, the plaster cast on the calf was removed, and it rained in the evening, and the air-conditioning went straight into the bones, and the itching was unbearable.

The towel was soaked in warmth, and the pajama pants were carefully peeled off, revealing the hideous scar on the calf, like a big curled up centipede.

Her eyes darkened, she tightly clutched the towel, and stroked the scar inch by inch with her soft fingertips.The tip of the nose was sour, and an indescribable soreness emanated from the chest.

After 20 years of dancing, I just touched the threshold of the top stage.

I may not be able to dance in the future...

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and the sliding door beside her was suddenly opened from the inside.

Before she could dodge in time, the tall man came out of the bathroom unexpectedly, naked and covered in hot steam.

Wen Nuan's eyes widened in fear, and his hazy field of vision was immediately occupied by the man's muscular body.

Drops of water hung on the strong honey-colored chest, and the tight abdominal muscles were distinct, and the drops of water stretched along the abdominal muscles into the mermaid line.

She was startled, and dropped her pant legs in a panic: "When did you come back?"

The man wrapped the bath towel casually, and said calmly, "Just now."

The woman's slender white ankles seemed to be shining with fine streamers, passing by in the field of vision.His lower abdomen tightened, and his breathing was hot.

After three years of marriage, he spent most of his time abroad, and only a handful of times he returned home.

Nuannuan knew that he was coming back during the Chinese New Year, but she didn't expect it to be so sudden.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were in there." She put down the towel and walked out.

The man took a step forward, his chest pressed down, and his muscular arms brushed her cheek against the closet.

The warmth was caught off guard.

With thin fingertips stroking her tear stains, the rough touch makes people tremble.

His tone was still domineering and steady: "Who made Mrs. Jin unhappy?"

"No." She tremblingly said, "The cornea is inflamed, and I can't control my tears."

"Is it?"

At close range, the man's sharp facial features are very aggressive, with high eyebrows and deep eyes, a straight nose and thin lips.

Male hormones surged into the nasal cavity and penetrated into every pore of her.

She was a little overwhelmed.

"Sister-in-law Zhou told me that Yaoyao almost fell from the third floor a few days ago, and you saved him." His tone couldn't tell any emotion, "Where is the injury?"

She looked away: "It's okay, it's just scratched."

The man lowered his voice, the tip of his tongue fell on her earlobe, his breath was hot, and his tone was filled with suppressed sarcasm: "I like children so much? Or is it because he gave birth to them?"

Nuan Nuan's heart was pricked, and it hurt sharply.

She carefully changed the subject: "How long will you stay this time?"

The man rubbed her chin fondly, and a deep and hoarse voice fell from the top of his head: "The company's year-end accounting, come back for a month, until the New Year."

He will go to Vancouver to spend the New Year with the old man.

In other words, from mid-December to the end of January next year, he will be at home.

Under the man's strong hormone package, the warmth is so tense that it is almost suffocating.

The scorching breath on the back of her neck made her back numb.

Being too close made her panic.

She took a deep breath, and gently turned her face away: "Sorry, I... have my period tonight, let Mrs. Zhou clean up the guest room first, and wait for the past few days..."

The scorching breath that fell on the ear stagnated.

A sneer overflowed from his nasal cavity, carrying the taste of mockery as expected.

The man's mellow voice was agitated, making a chilling sound.

"No need."

Let go of the fingertips holding her chin: "I'll go to the company in a while."

The metallic tone is naturally cold and thin, which is quite different from the hot breath just now.

He looked at her with mocking eyes: "If you don't want to, don't force it, I'm annoying."

Turn on the hair dryer, and the rest of the sound is drowned out in the noisy wind wheel.

The hot flashes gradually subsided, Nuan Nuan's legs were weak, and he almost fled.

……

The hair dryer in the bathroom stopped working.

click!

The man came out wiping his hair, Wen Nuan was sitting on the bed in a daze, when he heard the sound, he subconsciously rolled up the quilt and shrank back in.

Holding his breath, he listened to the man pull open the closet, change his clothes rustlingly, and then answered the phone.

"North Yuntian Road, bring the documents for tomorrow's meeting... Yes, I'm going downstairs now."

The breath was steady and sharp, and the process sounded very skillful, as if the same thing had happened many times.

There was still a faint smell of tobacco on the man's body in the air, showing the presence of the master forcefully. She restrained and took a deep breath, but she was not satisfied and comforted. Instead, it seemed that her heart was being grabbed by a pair of big hands, and her heart ached. .

In the group of villas on Yuntian Road, there is more than one little lover raising him.

This is their tacit secret.

Some of the obligations she couldn't fulfill were girls rushing to fulfill them for her.

She doesn't want to be low-key and petty, some girls are tender and petty around men.

A man's patience is limited, and when one day he is completely bored and unwilling to wait, someone will take her place.

Wen Nuan turned off the bedside lamp, curled herself up into a ball, lay on her side with her legs hugged, her face buried in her knees, and her pajama pants were wet with tears like broken beads.

Why doesn't she want to have a child of her own...