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

The couple ate in unusual silence.

In order to ease the atmosphere, the servants in the house made a few witty remarks. The young couple did not smile, so the servants did not dare to say anything more.

When I was almost done eating,

Qiao Jinfan put down the chopsticks in his hand, looked at his wife and said softly: "That was taken by the reporter. Nothing happened last night. The female star group will not invite us again in the future."

Chen Anan knew that this was his explanation.

She believed what Qiao Jinfan said, because in his position, he simply didn't bother to lie to his wife. It was just that this emotionless explanation was made to his wife as a person, not to her, Chen Anan.

She knows what is important.

She hummed lightly and didn't mention a word about not being invited. She tactfully didn't ask any questions.

Qiao Jinfan is very satisfied with his wife's sensible personality.

The storm in his heart was over, and he patted his wife's arm gently: "I'm going to the study to take care of something, you eat slowly, I'll accompany you later."

Chen Anan heard his hint that he wanted to do sex tonight. In fact, she had never understood why Qiao Jinfan was still happy to have sex with her when they clearly had no feelings for each other. Could it be that a man could separate love from the body?

Not with her.

During these days of their marriage, she rarely felt anything, and most of the time she silently endured her husband's possession. Except for the occasional feeling, she felt pain most of the time, but Qiao Jinfan would not stop doing it just because she was in pain. On the nights when he wanted it, they would do it at least twice.

While Chen Anan was taking a bath, she was still thinking about this question.

The bathroom door was opened.

Her wealthy husband came to the bathtub, squatted down, reached out and scooped up a handful of water from the bathtub, staring at her with his dark eyes: "You've been soaking for half an hour, don't you feel dizzy?"

In his eyes, Chen Anan now looked a bit like a lotus flower emerging from water. Her body was submerged in the water in the bathtub and nothing could be seen. However, her wet black hair and her fair and delicate shoulders exuded a charming sheen, which was very attractive. As her husband, he could almost imagine the underwater scenery.

Since they got married, they had done a lot of sexual things, but they were all very conventional and rarely crazy. Most of the time, they would take a shower and then fully cooperate with each other on the big bed. The number of times they had sex anywhere other than the bed was very few, and at most on the sofa.

At this time, I was probably stimulated.

Qiao Jinfan couldn't wait to get back to the bedroom, nor did he want to follow the procedure of taking a bath and going to the big bed to give birth to a child. He grabbed her slender wrist under the water and slowly pulled her up. Under the crystal lamp and in her shy eyes, he admired the beauty of the lotus emerging from the water...

His trousers were wet.

In the dressing room, the French dressing bench was in a terrible state.

Chen Anan was very docile from beginning to end. She didn't even resist at all. Her face rested on her husband's shoulder. She looked at herself in the mirror with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Is this kind of married life really what she wants?

"What are you thinking about?"

The man noticed that she was distracted and asked her with his head down, his voice very low and hoarse.

Chen Anan collected her thoughts.

She shook her head gently and hugged her husband's waist. Perhaps because she was afraid that he would question her, she cooperated more than before. As expected, Qiao Jinfan stopped asking questions and focused on doing husband and wife things with his wife, hoping to give birth to the heir of the Qiao family as soon as possible...