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

Wait until Chen Anan finishes cleaning up,

Qiao Jinfan walked towards her, closed the suitcase, then lowered his head and looked at her deeply: "I'll pick you up when you get to the airport."

This was probably the most affectionate words they had spoken to each other recently.

Chen Anan stroked the suitcase with her slender white fingers, as if she was reluctant to leave or in a daze. Qiao Jinfan did not disturb her.

After a while, she smiled faintly: "Okay."

Qiao Jinfan still looked at her.

For more than half a year, they have been cold to each other. Now that Qiao Huan has given birth to a child and everything is settled, Qiao Jinfan wants to mend the relationship. A businessman like him does not want to get divorced. There are too many variables in running a marriage... He is not as good as Chen Anan.

The crystal lights were bright, making his facial features look more three-dimensional and sexy.

He sat on the single sofa, reached out and gently grasped his wife's hand and dragged her to his side. She fell into his arms, wearing only a bathrobe. Her fair skin pressed against the iron-gray fabric of her trousers, and the color and texture were in sharp contrast. She looked erotic.

Qiao Jinfan lowered his head and kissed his wife, murmuring that he wanted it.

Chen Anan did not refuse his request for sex.

Perhaps it was because they were in a new place that Qiao Jinfan was not as cautious as usual. When he was at his most desperate moment, he forgot to take any precautions and gave everything he had as a man to the woman in his arms.

This one was thoroughly enjoyable.

Qiao Jinfan wanted to come again, but Chen Anan snuggled into his arms, sweating and murmuring, "I have to go embroider later... I'll wait for you to come back."

Qiao Jinfan didn't force it.

He held Chen Anan to calm down for a while, and then they took a shower together and went about their own business.

Early in the morning, he drove to the Qiao family mansion and headed to Italy with his parents.

……

The Qiao Group’s special plane arrived at one of the three famous cities in Italy.

Turin.

After the Qiao family left the airport, the driver sent by Zhao Xuelan took them to the manor. Sitting in the black RV, the driver explained to them, "Mr. Zhao built a high-end delivery room in the manor and invited the best obstetrician in Turin, so Mrs. Zhao gave birth in the manor. In addition, Mr. Zhao's parents also came early to take care of her."

Qiao Shiyan and his wife felt comforted.

Qiao Huan really found the best destination by marrying Zhao Xuelan. Qiao Shiyan thought that even his own bastard son Qiao Jinfan might not be so considerate to his wife.

Qiao Jinfan, standing aside, looked at the scenery outside the car window from the side.

Came to Turin, see you Qiao Huan.

The light boat has passed the tens of thousands of mountains.

More than an hour later, two shiny Lincoln RVs drove into the huge manor villa. The weather in Turin was suitable and pleasant at this season.

Qiao Huan gave birth naturally, and recovered very well. She is now able to get out of bed and walk around. Apart from her slightly pale complexion, her overall condition is very good. The little one she just gave birth to is also beautiful and strong.

Meng Yan meets little Zhao Qi.

Although little Zhao Qi was just born, one can already tell that he is pretty and strong. Meng Yan was so happy that she cried: "The child looks like Xue Lan."

Qiao Huan snuggled up to Meng Yan. She looked at her husband and smiled, "I think he looks more like dad. I remember Yu Tang looked this cute when he was born."

Meng Yan looked carefully and found that it was true.

In fact, Qiao Huan has no blood relationship with them, but if you look closely, little Zhao Qi really looks like Qiao Shiyan... and of course he also looks very much like his biological father Zhao Xuelan.

A family plays with their newborn baby.

Qiao Jinfan stood in front of the French window. Outside was a courtyard full of green and neatly trimmed gardens. The large room was warm and cozy. Qiao Huan looked down at the baby with such tenderness. He remembered that he had once fantasized about Qiao Huan giving birth to their child and becoming a little mother, but that thought flashed through his mind.

Between them, he had always been the one who let her down.

Suddenly, Qiao Jinfan's eyes became moist. He thought of Chen Anan. He thought that if Chen Anan became a mother, she would also be so gentle and loving. It was a pity that their first child was miscarried!

When Qiao Huan was feeding her child,

The others avoided her, and only her husband Zhao Xuelan stayed with her. In the bedroom where the temperature was just right, Qiao Huan undressed and fed little Zhao Qi. The little guy was born strong and a good eater. His big black eyes stared at his mother without blinking, and even though he couldn't see clearly, he was extremely focused.

Zhao Xuelan leaned against the bed.

He was dressed in a snow-white shirt and looked as handsome as ever, but his expression was a little tired. He gently teased his little son and spoke to his wife with a manly voice: "How is Yanyan doing recently?"

"pretty good."

Qiao Huan leaned on her husband's shoulder and whispered, "But I can see that she hasn't forgotten Qin Zui. Xue Lan, I won't persuade her. You can't persuade her about feelings. You have to figure it out yourself or give up."

Zhao Xuelan hugged his wife's shoulders and didn't ask any more questions.

The bedroom was quiet, with only the gulping sound of little Zhao Qi swallowing.

The years are quiet.

……

Qiao Huan's childbirth was not all smooth sailing.

She was born with a frail body, and two days after giving birth she began to suffer from hemorrhage. Blood kept flowing from her lower body, and she took many medicines but the bleeding could not be stopped. Finally the doctor said she still needed a blood transfusion.

Qiao Huan has a special blood type.

It's not particularly rare, but this blood type is often in short supply in the blood bank. Fortunately, Qiao Jinfan has the same blood type as her, so as long as Qiao Jinfan stays in Italy for half a month, it will be enough.

Because of this little bit of blood,

Zhao Xuelan even loves Qiao Jinfan.

Now that little Zhao Qi has been born, the past between Qiao Jinfan and Qiao Huan seems to have become insignificant.

Qiao Jinfan drew 200 ml of blood for the first time.

He buttoned up his shirt cuffs and suddenly remembered that today was the day Chen Anan was going to Italy. He thought of the charming scene that night and his heart was not soft enough. He thought that there was still room for them to turn around.

He dialed Chen Anan's cell phone.

She didn't answer.

Qiao Jinfan felt strange. He checked her flight and found that it was not delayed. So why didn't she answer the phone? He was worried and went to Turin Airport to wait for her. However, he waited there for two hours but Chen Anan didn't show up. He checked again and found that she didn't change her flight. She should have arrived in Turin, Italy.

He didn't know that something had happened to Chen Anan.

Something happened to the Chen family!

Chen Songqiao wanted to secretly give the company shares to his mistress's child, but was discovered by Mrs. Chen. Mrs. Chen loudly asked him what their daughter meant and what Chen Jiuyue's hard work over the years meant!

"Daughters are money-losing toys."

Chen Songqiao sneered and insisted on leaving.

How could Mrs. Chen be willing?

She dragged her husband and finally drove him so hard that his eyes turned red. He grabbed Mrs. Chen's neck and said he would kill her. Mrs. Chen's face turned purple and her legs struggled desperately on the ground.

Chen Anan happened to be back at her parents' home and witnessed everything. She grabbed the vase and smashed it hard on her father's head...

After smashing it, her hands couldn't stop shaking.

Chen Songqiao fell straight down.

Mrs. Chen was stunned. She looked at her daughter and then at her husband. She suddenly realized something and picked up the knife on the coffee table and stabbed it into her husband's heart... There was blood all over the floor.

Mrs. Chen stepped back.

She is afraid of blood.

She kept wiping the blood off her hands, muttering, "I killed him! I killed him."

The knife fell to the ground...

But she picked it up quickly again.

She looked at Chen Anan with trembling lips: "I killed Chen Songqiao! It's none of your business if you leave quickly... Anan, leave quickly!"

Chen Anan's legs went limp.

She fell to her knees and blinked her eyes: "Mom, I can't leave!"