After the divorce, Sheng Shao indulged in pampering

After talking a lot, Fu Xiujin's mouth was dry, but he didn't get a response for a long time.

Looking up, Xia Qinghuan looked at him quietly, neither sad nor happy, so calm that there was no change.

She no longer has mood swings because of his words.

Fu Xiujin's eyes were hot, he was not reconciled.

How can you be willing?

He once had a sincere love, and his eyes were full of his girl, but he couldn't keep it.

During the time when Mr. Fu passed away, he felt the warmth and coldness of the world.

He grew up with Mr. Fu, and he didn't have a deep relationship with Fu's mother. Fu's mother was devoted to Fu Yan and only regarded him as a tool to make money, let alone Fu Xingde who hated the Fu family, and Fu who was pampered. Yan.

Going around, he didn't even have a single person who treated him sincerely.

If it weren't for the fact that there were two children at home, he wouldn't even want to go home.

Even so, whenever he faced the two children, he couldn't help but think of Lin Duoer, and the love-hate entanglement between the two of them and Xia Qinghuan.

Without Lin Duo'er and the child, would he have a good life and live happily with Xia Qinghuan?

Over time, he even blamed his two children.

Not to mention that Lin Duo'er doesn't pay much attention to children, and only regards the two children as the stepping stones for her to marry into the Fu family. Without careful education, the children have developed many bad habits. The more they get along, the more clearly he realizes Xia Qinghuan's love. unique.

He took a deep look at Xia Qinghuan, his eyes flashed, and he smiled wryly: "I understand what you mean, anyway, I was..."

In the middle of speaking, he shut his mouth abruptly, with a dazed expression, and took out a key and real estate certificate.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to forgive me, you must accept this house."

"You don't have a house of your own here. Sheng Yan has done this kind of thing, and formed a relationship with Mrs. Xie. I'm worried about your safety."

"This house is in the central area and has a complete security system. I'll hire you a few more bodyguards to ensure your safety first."

Xia Qinghuan pushed away the real estate certificate: "You have already given it after the divorce. I don't need it."

However, Fu Xiujin seemed to have thought of her reaction long ago, turned around and left after giving the real estate certificate, leaving only the real estate certificate and herself in place after a while.

Rubbing her forehead with a headache, Xia Qinghuan glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw a piece of paper at her feet.

There was no paper here before, it may have been dropped from the bag when Fu Xiujin took out the real estate certificate.

She didn't think much, picked up the paper, but when she scanned the words on it, her eyes were fixed.

This is a medical review report, the name on it is Fu Xiujin, and the date of report is today, it should be before coming to her.

It was written in the report that Fu Xiujin suffered from stress-traumatic mental illness, which was specifically manifested in emotional cognitive impairment, and the diagnosis of the disease was... four years ago.

It's just that he hasn't received treatment in the past few years, and he didn't start receiving treatment until nearly half a year, shortly after they divorced.

Xia Qinghuan unconsciously clenched her fingers, reporting that the edges were pinched into several folds.

The report fell by such a coincidence that it was difficult for her to tell the truth from the fake.

What if it is true?She and Fu Xiujin are already in the past tense.

She repaid the life-saving grace for three years, and it was time to start her own life.

It's just...report the creases around the edges are getting bigger.

Before leaving, Fu Xiujin's assistant came over and rummaged around in the seat with a slightly nervous expression.

"Boss Fu left something here before."

Taking advantage of the assistant's inattention, Xia Qinghuan casually threw the report behind him, and pointed as if she had just discovered it: "Do you think it's the one over there?"

The assistant suddenly picked it up, with a hesitant expression on his face: "Madam, have you read it before?"

Xia Qinghuan squeezed out a trace of bewilderment: "No, something very important?"

"It's not..." the assistant put away the report, gritted his teeth and returned before leaving, "Since Mr. Fu left, Mr. Fu has been in a bad state. You are Mr. Fu's closest person, please persuade him."

Xia Qinghuan smiled but didn't smile: "Fu Xiujin and I divorced a long time ago, and now my husband is not him. When you call me Mrs., please put a pretense in front of it."

"In addition, we are in the past tense, Fu Xiujin is an adult, and cannot rely on his ex-wife to take him out of the predicament."

The assistant was startled, and lowered his eyes: "Understood, Mrs. Sheng."

……

In the evening, after many days, Sheng Yan came home again in the middle of the night, with a strong smell of perfume on his body, which was still a mixed type.

The smell of smoke, alcohol and all kinds of aromas are mixed together, making people want to vomit.

"Huanhuan," Sheng Yan leaned against the door, the cinnabar moles at the end of his eyes shining brightly under the light, "there is still a tough battle to be fought, trust me?"

"I've always believed in you." Xia Qinghuan stepped forward with open arms.

Sheng Yan avoided her hug: "It smells bad, it's dirty."

Xia Qinghuan insisted on stepping forward, hugging the man's stiff waist, feeling the tense muscles in his palms, and rubbing his chest sideways.

"You're not dirty, I don't mind."

Sheng Yan's breath suddenly became short of breath: "Huanhuan, you provoked me first."

Xia Qinghuan hugged her even tighter: "Show me how much food you have left?"

Sheng Yan carried her into the bathroom, let the shower head wash away all the breath on his body, and leaned over to grab her lips.

"It's all yours, all the food is yours, and it's all for you, is it enough?"

Xia Qinghuan avoided his lips, breathed unsteadily, and exclaimed: "The clothes are getting wet!"

"It doesn't matter." A big hand tore off her clothes and walked on the skin, "Things that get in the way, don't worry about it."

Soon, there was nothing in the way of them, and they were closely connected.

There was a strange sound mixed with the sound of dripping water.

Mixed duets…

When being carried out of the bathroom, Xia Qinghuan looked at the obvious water mist of handprints on the glass door, curling up her toes in shame.

Sheng Yan patted her butt dissatisfied.

"Don't bite."

Worried about falling, Xia Qinghuan had to clamp his waist again with her legs, protesting softly in his ear.

"I didn't bite you."

Sheng Yan slapped her again, and pressed her hard against him, his tone full of harshness.

"Tsk... If you didn't bite... what are you doing?"

That blow was so heavy and fierce that Xia Qinghuan's mind went blank, the arms around his neck tightened, and he bit Sheng Yan's shoulder obediently.

I don't know how long it took, as if she was fished out of the water, she lay down next to Sheng Yan's ear, breathing in fresh air.

She licked the fresh tooth marks on the man's shoulder, with a pun.

"Mr. Sheng, this is biting."

In a word, Sheng Yan regained his vitality again, picked up Xia Qinghuan and drove straight in, pushing her in front of the mirror.

"Would you like to see for yourself?"

Xia Qinghuan was so ashamed that her whole body turned pink, but at this moment, she felt a different kind of stimulation, and she didn't know how many times her head went blank.

In the end she couldn't take it anymore and cried for mercy.

"I won't bite you again, don't, let me go."

"Huanhuan is a little liar. He said he wouldn't bite me, but in fact... he bit me happily." Sheng Yan kept moving, whispering like a devil in her ear, "Don't let you go? Okay, hubby remembers .”

Xia Qinghuan seemed to be about to die, and was reborn when the stimulation of death reached its peak, and the cycle repeated.

Before losing consciousness, she had only one thought in her mind.

She will never mention the word biting again!