Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

Wen Liang was panting, his lips were rosy, like cherries after the rain, "Why don't you get up?"

"Aliang, I won't force you. I can give you time to relax and adapt, but everything has to have a deadline." Fu Zheng raised his head, his dark eyes staring at her intently, his determination impossible to ignore. His big hands slowly stroked her waist, the temperature was scorching.

The sense of touch on Wenliang's waist was magnified several times, and all his attention was unconsciously focused there, making him feel uneasy.

She didn't dare to look into his eyes, and said, "You...you let me go first."

"Don't let it go."

Fu Zheng was confident and moved closer to her, pressing their bodies together, wishing he could rub her into his body. He said shamelessly, "Answer me first, and I'll let you go... Give me a deadline."

Wen Liang was angry and looked up at him, "Give it to me, ten years, okay? Can you let me go now?"

Now Ilia really can't do anything, but who can guarantee that she will never come to Jiangcheng again?

Fu Shifan is her and Fu Zheng's child, this is an unchangeable fact.

Wen Liang was not as optimistic as Fu Zheng thought.

When she was a child living in the countryside with her grandparents, she heard a piece of gossip that the daughter of her neighbor, Grandma Zhang, ignored advice and insisted on being with a divorced man. The man had a son with his ex-wife, who was three or four years old and lived with the man. Grandma Zhang's daughter thought that a child of this age would not remember anything, so if she took good care of him, the son would be like his biological mother and son in the future.

But the man’s ex-wife would come to see the child from time to time and take the child out to play. The child would listen to his ex-wife’s instigation and sometimes would ask his father to go with them.

As time went by, by the time Grandma Zhang's daughter came to her senses, the family of three was getting along just as well as if they had never been divorced.

That man was not Fu Zheng, and the son was not Fu Shifan. Wen Liang never worried that Fu Zheng would have anything to do with Ilia, but when she thought that Ilia would appear in her life from time to time under the pretext of visiting the child, the romantic feeling in Wen Liang's heart disappeared completely, leaving only boredom.

Therefore, it is better for her to keep some distance from Fu Zheng, just like now, meeting each other from time to time to fill the emotional emptiness without affecting her normal life.

"Aliang, ten years is too long, why don't you reconsider it?"

Her eyes had no intimidating power, but Fu Zheng still stuck to her and talked to her in a nice tone.

Ten years of separation?

There was no way Fu Zheng would agree.

Ten days is about right.

"No! You said you would let me go if I gave you a deadline?"

"Do you really believe what I said?"

Wen Liang: "..."

She was going to be furious.

"Fu, Zheng!" Wen Liang shouted word by word, gritting his teeth, his eyes widened, and even his hair trembled.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry."

Fu Zheng immediately comforted his angry wife, "Aliang, don't you think ten years is too long?"

"do not think so."

"Then you should stay tonight."

Fu Zheng suddenly picked her up and carried her sideways, walking towards the villa.

Wen Liang screamed in shock and hurriedly hugged him, "Fu Zheng!"

The pink and jade-like arms were hooked around his neck, accompanied by a faint and refreshing fragrance. Fu Zheng's mind unconsciously recalled some imaginative images.

When she was about to come, she would always close her eyes, slightly open her lips, and wrap her white and tender arms around his neck, slowly tightening them...

"Fu Zheng!"

Fu Zheng came back to his senses, his drooping eyelashes hiding the burning temperature in his eyes, his jaw tense, and his arms holding her tighter and tighter.

Seeing that he was not stopping, Wen Liang had no choice but to retreat to the city and surrender, "Five years, five years is ok?"

All in half!

Fu Zheng paused and glanced at her with a serious look in his eyes, "Five years?"

Wen Liang caught the dark color in his eyes, swallowed, bit her lip and asked tentatively, "Four... four years?"

"Four years?"

"Three years? It can't be less!" Wen Liang grabbed his collar and argued angrily.

"One month."

Wen Liang's eyes widened when he heard this. He tried his best to suppress the urge to swear and gritted his teeth, "Impossible."

Fu Zheng didn't say anything and carried her towards the living room door.

The gate was open, and the courtyard was illuminated by warm yellow light.

When I got closer, I could still hear Fu Shifan and Aunt Wang talking inside.

If Fu Zheng carried Wen Liang in like this and the little girl and Aunt Wang saw him, Wen Liang would be so embarrassed.

She hurriedly grabbed Fu Zheng's shoulders and lowered her voice, "Fu Zheng! Stop now!"

Fu Zheng glanced at her, stopped at the door, pressed himself against the wall beside the door, and whispered in her ear, "How long do you say it will take?"

Facing Wen Liang's black and white eyes, Fu Zheng said again, "Think about it carefully before you speak."

"two……"

Before he could finish his words, Fu Zheng's handsome face came over.

That's it again!

"Woooo..."

Wen Liang struggled and bit Fu Zheng's lips. A rust-like taste spread in his mouth.

Fu Zheng felt pain, but went deeper.

"Hey, the car is still at the door, haven't uncle and aunt left yet?"

Suddenly, a child's voice came from the living room, accompanied by the sound of footsteps walking out.

Wen Liang's heart was filled with alarm and his whole body froze, not daring to move.

Fu Shifan must have seen from the window that the car was still parked at the door, so he went out to take a look.

The footsteps became clearer and clearer, and it seemed that they would reach the door in a few steps.

Fu Zheng seemed to have heard nothing. He felt the delicate body in his arms tense. He tightened his arms around her and kissed her lips deeply. His big hand reached under her clothes and pressed further.

Wen Liang's cheeks were flushed and hot, his brain was confused and blank, and he let Fu Zheng do whatever he wanted.

She couldn't hear anything except her own heart pounding as if it was about to jump out.

"Fanfan, come here."

Aunt Wang's voice was heard in the living room.

The footsteps stopped at the door, "Grandma Wang, what's wrong?"

Aunt Wang smiled and said, "You should go wash up and go to bed. You have to go to school tomorrow."

"Oh fine."

Fu Shifan turned around and walked back.

Aunt Wang glanced out the window and then looked away.

The husband and wife are probably being intimate in the car, and we can't ask Fanfan to disturb them.

Hearing the footsteps gradually fading away, the tense string in Wen Liang's heart finally relaxed.

Before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, her whole body froze again. Her cheeks were as red as cooked shrimps, her ears were burning, her knees were weak, and she hurriedly grabbed Fu Zheng's rebellious hand and said incoherently, "What... are you doing..."

With that little strength she had, there was no way she could stop Fu Zheng.

Fu Zheng kissed her cheek, moved his big hand, and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Aliang, you seem very excited."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Wen Liang retorted with anger, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

Her whole face was hot, her eyes flickered, as if she was hiding something, and she tried her best to pull his hand away, "Let me go!"

Fu Zheng took out his hand and showed it to her, "Hmm?"

Wen Liang's mind buzzed, her face flushed, she felt embarrassed and anxious, a layer of mist covered her eyes, she opened her mouth but said nothing.

Perhaps because of her pregnancy, she has become more sensitive recently.

Fu Zheng saw that the corners of her eyes were red, her pupils were misty, and her lips were rosy. He couldn't help but kiss her, leaving a kiss as light as a dragonfly touching the water.

Seeing that his wife was about to cry, Fu Zheng stopped teasing her and said, "Let's go. I'll take you home."