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Chapter 12 Mr. President Please Divorce (12)

Chapter 12: Divorce, Mr. President (12)

He pretended to be confused and smiled back, "In that case, you should go to the bathroom to freshen up, and come back early to help me warm the quilt!"

Lu Tianqing took a fighting shower in the bathroom.

Fearing that this wolf would be violent to her, after she put on her pajamas, she added a big bathrobe on the outside to wrap herself tightly.

When he came out, Shang Yiheng was sitting on the sofa reading a book.

When he heard the door open, he slowly raised his head.

When he saw Lu Tianqing's strange attire, he asked thoughtfully, "Aren't you hot?"

Her back was already covered in sweat, but she insisted, "It's not hot, I still feel cold!"

At the end of the sentence, Shang Yiheng raised his hand to pick up the remote control of the air conditioner, and raised the temperature in the room by a few degrees.

Seeing this, Lu Tianqing sweated hotly from his forehead.

Shang Yiheng pretended to turn a blind eye, and deliberately asked: "Is the temperature suitable? Do you want to increase it a little?"

Her expression froze, and she wanted to strangle the man across from her.

Shang Yiheng closed the book in his hand and suggested: "Sleep!"

How can I fall asleep if the plan is not achieved!
Lu Tianqing stopped for a second, "Wait a minute, I'm not sleepy yet!"

Shang Yiheng thought about it, "Since we're not sleepy, let's do some exercise!"

Could it be possible to cover up his bestial side by being more elegant?

Any small exercise is for their own benefit.

Lu Tianqing endured not to confront him, she quickly scanned the bedroom, and finally fixed her eyes on the chessboard next to the desk.

She raised her hand and asked for advice: "How about we play a game?"

Shang Yiheng narrowed his eyes, "Yes!"

The two soon sat opposite each other on the chessboard, playing chess.

Shang Yiheng was sitting in front of the chessboard, he raised his hand in a gentlemanly manner, and said slowly: "Ladies first, you take the white chess!"

"I don't want it!" The two of them hadn't had a game yet, and their momentum matched, "In order not to say that I bully you, I want black, I will let you go out first!"

Facing her yelling, Shang Yiheng had no objection, got up cooperatively, and exchanged places with her.

After sitting firmly, Shang Yiheng started to prepare for the chess game.

At this time, Lu Tianqing stopped him with one hand, and said the rules of the eight characters: "If you touch your son, you will have no regrets!"

Shang Yiheng nodded and continued to work.

Unexpectedly, Lu Tianqing grabbed his hand again and smiled slyly, "How about some fun?"

Shang Yiheng retracted his hand in a depressed manner, crossed his arms on his chest, closed his eyes and said, "Can you finish your request at once!"

Lu Tianqing nodded, "Well, whoever wins must unconditionally agree to do one thing!"

After laying the groundwork for so long, Lu Tianqing finally revealed his ultimate goal.

Her idea is very simple, as long as she wins, let Shang Yiheng punch her hard.

When the time comes, she will bring the injury report to the Women's Federation to make a fuss, or the marriage will be divorced.

Shang Yiheng didn't know the little Jiujiu in her heart, so he agreed immediately.

After the conditions were negotiated, the two began to fight.

In less than 5 minutes, Lu Tianqing was abused to the point where he was battered to pieces.

The result of the first game is obvious, Shang Yiheng wins steadily.

As a person who has learned chess since childhood, she is full of confidence compared to winning Shang Yiheng, but in the end, she did not expect to lose so badly.

Many years later, Lu Tianqing learned that Shang Yiheng had won a world-class chess championship when he was eight years old.

At that time, her intestines were completely remorseful.

(End of this chapter)