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

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After Meng Yan finished her confinement, she prepared to return to City B with her children. Before leaving, she talked to Mrs. Chu and asked her if she wanted to go to City B to live with them.

Mrs. Chu nodded and said yes.

Now, she and Chu Zhixia have already completed the divorce, divided their property, and slept in separate rooms.

Mrs. Chu felt relieved after getting Meng Yan's approval.

She walked briskly back to her room, packed her belongings and prepared to go to City B to enjoy a good life. She was indeed going to enjoy a good life. With Mr. and Mrs. Qiao taking care of her, and hundreds of millions in cash, she would live a good life all her life. The only thing she lacked was a child.

She was so happy that she would wake up laughing even in her dreams.

She no longer had to wait on men.

Just as Mrs. Chu was packing her belongings, there was a knock on the bedroom door, followed by Mr. Chu's deep male voice: "Yinshuang, it's me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Chu pushed the door open and walked in.

Mrs. Chu was unhappy, but she still lightly tied up her black hair and looked at her ex-husband with a faint expression. He was still well-maintained and well-dressed, but to her he was no longer her beloved husband.

They parted amicably.

Mr. Chu was calm. He sat on the English sofa and looked around. He asked, "What's going on? Mr. Qiao and his wife are going back to City B. Why are you joining in the fun? Are they short of a nanny?"

Mrs. Chu was furious: "Chu Zhixia, is this how you see me?"

Mr. Chu also did it on purpose.

At this time, his tone softened, and he tried to save the situation by saying, "You are not a good wife of Chu, but you have to live in someone else's house in City B... If you regret it later, don't come to me and cry!"

Mrs. Chu is also a person with ambition.

I was so angry at that moment.

She smiled coldly: "Don't worry, if I can't make it in City B or get angry, I will never come back to ask you to take me in, let alone be willing to be your concubine, Chu Zhixia, you can forget about it!"

Mr. Chu is also arrogant.

He has already humbled himself, but Song Yinshuang refused to cooperate, and he was unwilling to bow his head again.

The two broke up unhappy...

……

The scene in the small Western-style building was completely different, bustling with activity.

It makes Mr. Chu look even more lonely.

Two days later, Qiao Shiyan ended his life in H City and moved his family back to B City. When he left, he brought five large boxes full of luggage, which were filled with Meng Yan's daily things, as well as the children's treasured books and toys, and little Qiao Huan's cabinet of pretty little dresses, all of which were neatly folded by their father and placed in the boxes.

When going downstairs, Qiao Shiyan held Xiao Yutang in his arms.

Aunt Zhang carefully supported Meng Yan, little Qiao Huan was held by Mrs. Chu, and the tall Qiao Jinfan was playing with a basketball in the back.

On the first floor, six shiny RVs were waiting early.

Mr. Chu stood in the garage, looking very elegant. When he saw them coming down, he immediately opened the back door and invited Meng Yan to get in first, followed by Mrs. Chu and Xiao Qiaohuan...

When Mrs. Chu got in the car,

He couldn't help but take another look, but they didn't communicate until they closed the car door and Mr. Chu couldn't help but call out, "Yinshuang!"

The car window was half-lowered, and Mrs. Chu looked outstanding.

They had feelings for each other, and they had supported each other for a while. Now they are separated by thousands of miles, and they are reluctant to part. But among all the words they have to say, they only have one sentence: "Take care."

Mrs. Chu didn't say anything, she just nodded slightly.

Advanced enough.

……

Ten o'clock in the morning,

The Qiao Group’s special plane took off into the sky.

Mr. Chu stood at the airport, looking at the airport with melancholy for a long time. Secretary Zhong at the side said, "Mr. Chu, the weekly meeting is still waiting for you to preside over. You must not be absent at this critical moment. There are so many people waiting to find fault with you!"

Mr. Chu sighed: "You also know that I am seriously injured, right?"

He waved his hand and said, "Boss Qiao has withdrawn his funding. Now I am alone, if I put it nicely, but I am like a stray dog... If I don't know what's best for me, I will be eaten by others until there is nothing left."

Secretary Zhong offered a suggestion: "The wife is close to the Qiao family, you will always have a chance."

The two walked quickly to the parking lot.

Chu Zhixia got into the car and said in a calm voice, "How can it be that easy? You're keeping me this time because of Yin Shuang."

Secretary Zhong stopped talking...

……

Mrs. Chu followed Meng Yan to City B.

She did not move into the Qiao residence and work as a nanny as Chu Zhixia said.

She bought herself a small Western-style house, which was luxuriously decorated. It was not only comfortable to live in but also suitable for hosting small banquets. She came to City B with ambitions. She wanted to gain a foothold in City B and live out her true self.

Meng Yan was very happy for her.

Mrs. Chu has good communication skills, so Meng Yan asked her to help manage the gallery, which is particularly suitable... Mrs. Chu would also take the opportunity of work to come and visit the children on weekdays.

Of course, she loved Xiao Qiao Huan the most.

Xiao Qiao Huan also calls her aunt.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is already October.

In the evening, the sky is filled with colorful clouds.

Xiao Yutang woke up. His strong little body was stretched out with his limbs, his legs were kicking vigorously, and his mouth was open to reveal his toothless gums. He was so adorable.

Meng Yan picked up Xiao Yutang and sat on the sofa by the window.

She opened her bosom,

As soon as Xiao Yutang smelled the food, he began to eat it greedily, swallowing it in big gulps… While eating, he stared at his mother closely, looking like a little wolf cub.

There was the sound of a car downstairs.

Meng Yan could tell that it was Qiao Shiyan's car and he was coming back from get off work.

Sure enough, footsteps were heard in the stairwell after a while.

When Qiao Shiyan opened the door, he was stunned by the feasting and drinking before him...

After a while, he slowly closed the door, raised his hand to unbutton his suit jacket and joked: "If I had known that there would be such benefits when I came back, I would not work overtime this week... I would come back at this time every day."

They have been husband and wife for many years.

Meng Yan did not avoid it, but just slightly turned her body to block Qiao Shiyan's burning gaze... But if a man really wants to act like a hooligan, how can a woman defend herself?

He unbuttoned his cuffs, walked over to touch Xiao Yutang's head, and then looked at the child's mother, saying something very frivolous: "Is the price still rising over there these two days?"

"much better."

Meng Yan's face was burning with heat, and she turned her face away slightly.

Seeing her distress,

Qiao Shiyan smiled lightly, then he took his hand back and sat next to her, talking seriously about serious matters: "Your birthday is in a week, and Yutang's birthday is also 100 days old... Aunt Shen called me this afternoon and said that she must celebrate your birthday properly."

Meng Yan didn't want to make a big deal about it, but she couldn't resist her husband's constant nagging and finally agreed.

She was in a daze.

In the blink of an eye, she was already 30 years old. For a woman, 30 is the next stage of her life... Meng Yan does not reject the passing of time, but she wants time to go slower. She wants to savor the long years with Qiao Shiyan.

But he is already 42.

Thinking of this, Meng Yan looked at her husband with a hint of resentment.

Then Mr. Qiao misunderstood.

After Xiao Yutang had eaten his fill and fell asleep, Meng Yan carried her son to the crib and carefully covered him with a thin blanket. As she stood up, the man's strong arms embraced her slender waist.

In my ears, I could smell the hot, burning breath of a man.

"Want it?"

"How long have we been apart? Nine or ten months?"

……

Meng Yan's face was so hot,

She patted her husband's hand: "I didn't think about it."

Qiao Shiyan acted like a big golden retriever, "But I want it. Mrs. Qiao is so cruel to let a man endure it for so long that he will break down..."

He licked and kissed her earlobe, and said seductively: "On your birthday, let's do it a few times."

How could Meng Yan listen to all this?

She vaguely agreed and just wanted to get the job done, but it was clear that the man was not so easy to deal with. He nimbly unbuttoned her clothes, and his voice was trembling with low sexiness: "Xiaoyan, I'll make you feel comfortable for once... Okay?"

The orange-red sunset shone on his face.

Three-dimensional handsome.

But what he did was really hard to talk about. After all these years, he was still terribly lustful... But fortunately, he was considerate, and they hadn't really gotten together until three months after Meng Yan gave birth.

He was always afraid of hurting her body.

Occasionally, Meng Yan also has a woman's needs, but how can she say it if the man doesn't take the initiative?

The two of them just endured it together.

There were two figures on the wall.

Meng Yan tilted her head slightly, savoring the pleasure her husband brought her. She thought that on his birthday, she would also give him some different experiences... Her heart softened, and she reached out to trace the contours of her husband's facial features.

Qiao Shiyan's heart was filled with excitement.

He lowered his head and kissed her madly...