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

When the door opens,

There was still a blush on Qiao Huan's little face.

Zhao Xuelan took off her windbreaker and hung it casually on the hook in the entrance hall. Then she pulled Qiao Huan into her arms, lowered her head to find her lips, and kissed her gently.

Qiao Huan was forced to raise her head and wanted to speak, but he took advantage of the opportunity.

"Um... Zhao Xuelan."

Qiao Huan's fragmented voice was crushed by his tongue and fed to her all. The subtle sound of a man and a woman kissing was so ambiguous and so easy to feel.

Zhao Xuelan pressed the man against the cabinet in the entrance hall, caressing her slender waist with his palm. The skin he touched was covered with small particles, terribly sensitive and trembling slightly in his palm. The man paused for a moment to stare into her eyes, his Adam's apple rolling sexily: "So comfortable?"

Qiao Huan felt ashamed and refused to answer.

She gently lifted the hair on her cheek and said, "I haven't finished a little bit yet. Let me make you a cup of coffee first, and we'll go out for dinner when I'm done."

Zhao Xuelan did not move, but pressed the hand on her waist gently.

Warm, with a masculine throbbing sensation.

Qiao Huan's face was red, and she lay flat on his chest, not daring to move for fear that he would go berserk.

After a while, Zhao Xuelan calmed down a little.

He did not let her go immediately, but lowered his head and tenderly held her lips, kissing her for a long time before patting her waist lightly, the intimacy of which was very obvious.

While Qiao Huan was making coffee,

Zhao Xuelan looked around the house, including his wife's bedroom, and then he saw a family photo on the bedside table.

The Qiao family consists of six people.

Including, Qiao Shiyan.

The photo should have been taken more than ten years ago, when Qiao Huan was still a teenager. She and Qiao Jinfan stood side by side, looking like a perfect match.

"looking at what?"

Qiao Huan appeared at the bedroom door holding a cup of coffee. When she saw the photo frame in Zhao Xuelan's hand, her eyes darkened.

Zhao Xuelan said softly, "This was taken when I was in junior high school, right?"

He put the photo frame down, walked over to Qiao Huan, took the cup of coffee and smelled it: "Blue Mountain?"

Qiao Huan nodded: "I asked Anna and I know that you like Blue Mountain the most."

"Have a heart."

Zhao Xuelan took a sip and thought it was delicious.

While she was painting, he sat on the small sofa in the living room and handled some affairs on his phone. He was not in a hurry to be inseparable from her. They were already real husband and wife, and they had a lifetime of love and affection... In this regard, Zhao Xuelan was actually quite traditional.

Occasionally, he would watch his wife painting.

Qiao Huan was born delicate and had very fair skin, especially when she was sweating in bed, her whole body was crystal clear. Zhao Xuelan was not usually a man who indulged in lust, but last night he couldn't help but do it with Qiao Huan many times, and he was very satisfied every time.

Just now, it wasn't that he didn't want to, but he was considerate of the woman's body.

He is six years older than Qiao Huan.

Even though she is a mature woman, in Zhao Xuelan's eyes she is still a little girl, and he is willing to love her.

……

Qiao Huan put away his paintbrush, raised his eyes, and unexpectedly met Zhao Xuelan's eyes.

His eyes were deep. Qiao Huan was no longer an ignorant little girl. She saw a hint of lust in his eyes and bit her lip softly, "Let's go out for dinner first."

Zhao Xuelan wore a snow-white shirt, her temperament was dignified and calm.

He looked at her, his black eyes revealing a hint of sexy masculinity. He calmly asked, "What are your plans after dinner? Go back here, or go to my place?"

He deliberately made his statement ambiguous.

Although Qiao Huan had had an affair with him once,

But she was still a woman with her modesty, so she was not willing to speak directly. She whispered, "Take me back, I'll stay here tonight."

Zhao Xuelan had almost finished teasing her. She stood up and walked over to her with a chuckle. She touched her little head and said very gently, "I feel a little distressed!"

Qiao Huan thought he was not serious.

Zhao Xuelan felt that she was very serious. If he was not serious, he would carry his wife to the bedroom and change her clothes by himself... But they were just a real couple, so they would take it slow in the future.

He let it go gently.

Qiao Huan hurriedly changed her clothes.

After a while, she came out wearing a black turtleneck sweater, a starry fishtail skirt, and black stilettos. Her long black hair was tied loosely behind her head. She looked very fit and her face was fair and soft.

Zhao Xuelan's eyes tightened slightly.

He almost regretted leaving her in bed.

But Qiao Huan said coquettishly that she was hungry. She originally wanted to take him to eat snacks, but when the car was halfway there, she saw a familiar restaurant. She whispered to Zhao Xuelan, "Let's eat here!"

But she didn't expect,

They will meet Qiao Shiyan and Meng Yan in the restaurant.