No divorce! Mr. Lu knelt down and coaxed him every night.

His mouth was dirty.

Meng Yan's whole body trembled, she knew that he did it on purpose, that he deliberately made her feel ashamed...

She raised her head slightly and sneered with trembling red lips: "That's just a normal physiological reaction. It would have the same effect on another man. Qiao Shiyan, you don't think it's because you like me, do you?"

"is it?"

Qiao Shiyan held her white earlobe in his mouth and murmured like a lover.

The next second, Meng Yan was pressed on the table by him.

He stared into her eyes, raised his hand to remove the monitor, and rubbed her softness with his palms in the small and cramped reception room.

He has played with so many women——

He knows the woman's body well.

No matter how chaste the martyrdom was, she would scream unbearably when he was treated like this.

Unless her surname is Leng.

The hair tie that tied up Meng Yan's hair fell off, and her waist-length black hair was scattered on the rough wooden table, as luxurious as silk. Her fair face was covered with beads of sweat, her slender throat was tight, and she let out a reluctant sigh. Low hoarse voice.

Qiao Shiyan was condescending,

He stared at her expression, and then he leaned into her ear and sneered: "Can anyone do it? If it were another man... would you scream so happily?"

He stopped when he felt good and took back his palm.

Meng Yan slumped on the table, her clothes hung loosely on her body, showing a bit of wandering beauty, especially in a dark place like the detention center.

She looked up and breathed softly.

After she calmed down, she spoke in an extremely hoarse voice: "I need some time to think about it! Don't do anything to her before I make a decision... Qiao Shiyan, don't forget that we also have a son. He always commits too many sins. There will be retribution. You are lucky, but my Jinfan is still so young."

Qiao Shiyan looked at her coldly: "Do you still remember Jin Fan? I thought you only had He Mo's daughter in your heart."

Meng Yan gathered her clothes and stood up slowly.

She looked at her nominal husband under the incandescent light and murmured softly: "He Mo gave me his cornea and the couple died. Shouldn't I take care of He Huan? Qiao Shiyan...actually I don't I have such a bad fate just because I met you."

She didn't say much,

Because now, she has nothing to say to him.

When Qiao Shiyan left, Meng Yan was still sitting on the rough wooden table. Her voice was very soft: "Qiao Shiyan, I want to eat passion fruit and something sweet."

Beside the door, Qiao Shiyan froze——

It had been a long time since Meng Yan had spoken coquettishly to him like this, telling him, Qiao Shiyan, I want to eat this... Qiao Shiyan, I want to eat that.

For a moment, his eyes couldn't help but moisten.

But he didn't turn around.

He just held the door handle, hummed quietly, opened the door and left.

Door, close it gently.

Meng Yan looked at the door panel, her tense body suddenly relaxed, and she whispered to herself: "Passion fruit... passion fruit..."

……

When Qiao Shiyan left, he told Meng Yan to give some passion fruit because she wanted to eat it.

He sat in the car and did not immediately tell the driver to drive. Instead, he sat in the car and smoked a few cigarettes quietly. While smoking, he was thinking about Meng Yan.

He thought about the cold and distant way she treated him.

He also thought about how he would deal with it next if she refused to retract her confession. But what he thinks about most... is actually the fact that Meng Yan no longer loves him!

Yes, she doesn't love him anymore!

Not a single cent of the fierce emotion she had towards him was left.

As Qiao Shiyan thought about it, his dark eyes suddenly lost concentration and there was a little tear in his eyes.

He didn't know if he regretted it now, nor did he know when he started to regret it. He just knew that if he didn't have Meng Yan for the rest of his life, his life would be a failure.

As arbitrary as the pleasure of revenge once was, it will be painful for the rest of your life.

An hour later, he returned to the hospital.

The white gauze had a lot of blood soaked into it.

When the doctor was re-bandaging him, Secretary Jin came in with little He Huan in his arms... The little baby couldn't help crying in a strange environment.

Secretary Jin gently hugged her and coaxed her: "She is a little acclimatized! Mr. Qiao, why not send her back to China? I see that Zhang Ma took good care of her before and raised her to be fat and healthy. She has only been in Germany for a few days." I lost a lot of weight."

As if responding to the occasion, Xiao He Huan burst into tears.

Qiao Shiyan glanced at Secretary Jin.

He stretched out his hand towards Secretary Jin.

Secretary Jin hesitated and put Xiao He Huan in his arms.

Strangely enough, the little guy stopped crying all of a sudden. She stopped crying, looked at Qiao Shiyan's face curiously with her eyes wide open, and then moved her little face closer to sniff him, sniffing here and there, as if she was looking for something.

Finally, her little mouth chirped.

Obviously hungry!

Qiao Shiyan guessed that the little guy smelled Meng Yan's scent and was so close to him.

He was in a very complicated mood.

He looked down at the pretty little face and whispered to Secretary Jin: "Make some milk powder for her, she must be hungry."

Secretary Jin hurriedly went to do it.

Later, Qiao Shiyan took a bottle and fed little He Huan.

The little guy sucked vigorously, and his little face turned red from the exertion... After looking at that little face for a long time, it actually looked a bit like Meng Yan.

Qiao Shiyan was lost in thought.

He actually likes He Mo's daughter a little bit. He thought that this must be an illusion. How could he like He Mo's daughter?

He returned to his usual indifference and returned the child to Secretary Jin: "Take it away! Don't let her disturb me! If she cries a lot, give her some sleeping pills to calm her down."

Secretary Jin walked away holding the child.

She cursed secretly in her heart: Beast!

The VIP ward became quiet, and Qiao Shiyan leaned against the bedside. He thought about Meng Yan again, and he tasted the feeling of not being able to love again. This feeling... was really uncomfortable.

In the next few days,

He had been waiting for Meng Yan to compromise.

But he never waited.

A week later, he waited for the news that Meng Yan was injured and hospitalized. Because the passion fruit exploded in the microwave, Meng Yan was covered in blood and was sent to the hospital.

Fortunately, she only suffered external abrasions.

But even though it was just a skin injury, Meng Yan was still in a coma for about four hours due to excessive blood loss. When she woke up, it was a silent night.

The man was wearing a snow-white shirt and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his back turned.

Qiao Shiyan did not turn around.

His voice was a little tired and hoarse, and he asked her very gently: "You said you wanted to consider it, but this is the result of your consideration?... Meng Yan, do you think I will do it if you hurt yourself? Will I compromise and let you leave with He Huan? We have been married for so many years, and I thought you know my temper best."

Meng Yan's face was buried in the pillow.

A tear fell gently from the corner of her eyes, but her voice was surprisingly calm.

"No one is afraid of pain!"

"Who would risk their own body if they could?"