After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

Spousal obligations...

Why are these four words so ironic when they come out of Lu Zhilu's mouth?

We have been married for almost three years, and the time he stayed up at night was not two years, but a year and a half.

Now that she wants a divorce, he asks her about marital obligations?

However, in the past three years, he has invested a lot of money in Nanshi, but all of this money has been wasted.

They had agreed twenty times before that they would use her flesh to repay this debt.

But the agreement is an agreement, standing up to speak is the least painful, and I dare to say any harsh words.

It's another thing to actually do it.

The computer fell to the ground, and the screen was probably broken.

Nan Chu was startled: "My notebook...!"

"I'll buy a new one tomorrow and I'll pay you."

She was about to say something.

There was a sudden chill on her shoulders, and Lu Zhilu had already torn off her home clothes.

She struggled to sit up, and the big hand pressed her shoulder and pushed her back again.

At the same time, a kiss with the intoxicating smell of alcohol fell.

At the beginning of this kiss, neither of them closed their eyes to enjoy it.

Nan Chu looked at his eyes that were stained with drunkenness. At this moment, the usual frivolousness had long faded, and there was an undercurrent, and they looked dark and deep.

Feeling her looking at him, Lu Zhilu stopped slightly.

The four lips parted slightly, and he asked in a low voice: "Don't want to?"

Nan Chu squeezed his palms and said, "After twenty times, will you sign the divorce agreement?"

He was startled for a moment, and then he tightened his big hand on her wrist slightly, "You really want a divorce? No one in the Lu family will show you any respect. Is it better than going back to the Nan family?"

Nan Jianan used violence against her at every turn.

Even if the elders of the Lu family didn't like her, they wouldn't say bad words to her in front of him. Even if some elders in the family were disrespectful, he would help her fight back on the spot.

What's more, they actually go back to their old home very rarely.

Being in Lanting Villa is considered freedom.

He didn't ask for anything from her. Lu Zhilu really didn't understand. If it wasn't for Su Jingnian, what was her motive for asking for divorce?

Nan Chu frowned slightly: "I don't want to be in the Lu family, and I don't want to go back to the Nan family. Besides, doesn't Mr. Lu also want freedom? Li...well..."

The word "divorce" was stuck in her mouth.

The kiss fell again, this time a little harder.

Between the push and pull, the kiss gradually started to spark. I don't know who lit it first. While Nan Chu was stunned, that person had already barged in.

She had to admit that she didn't reject Lu Zhilu's superb kissing skills.

She disliked that she actually liked kissing him, but she had to keep a trace of sobriety and push away the question: "You haven't answered me yet."

"The word 'divorce' is not allowed to be mentioned again before the twenty times are over."

She wanted to explore something else, but her knees were already pushed open.

Next came the storm.

Nan Chu was not cooperative, and both of them struggled a bit at first, but this time Lu Zhilu didn't let her go like usual.

He held her wrists and wrapped her arms around his neck.

She subconsciously wanted to take it back, but as soon as she retracted it, she was caught back and put around her again.

He said in her ear: "Twenty times, don't try to get by by cutting corners."

There was a hint of ruthlessness in his deep voice.

Nan Chu gritted his teeth and held back a groan: "Who wants to hang out? I'm not ready yet..."

Lu Zhilu looked at her misty eyes, reached out with his big hand, pulled his lips and suddenly smiled, his smile was outrageous.

He said two words in her ear vaguely and ambiguously.

Nan Chu's eyes widened and her face turned red to her neck. She put her hands on his shoulders, half-pushing and half-hitting, and she was covered in sweat.

The temperature in the master bedroom rose quickly and very high.

In the ups and downs, her heartbeat was so fast that it seemed to jump out. Finally, she probably knew that she could not escape. Her eyes were glued to each other in the dim light. She didn't know who gave up her reserve first. After a moment of stasis, the four lips met again. entangled.

During the deep kiss, Nan Chu closed his eyes in depravity.

A bell broke the atmosphere.

Nanchu's cell phone rang, and she reached out to reach it on the bedside table. Lu Zhilu seemed determined to continue tonight, clasping her hand and turning it back...not gentle.

But it's deadly.

The cell phone ringtone has been ringing for who knows how long, but it has become a tool to cover up other sounds.

After that, it was extremely intense.

……

The next morning.

Nanchu sat at his workstation, absent-minded all morning.

Until the editor-in-chief came over and handed over the task: "Nan Chu, our financial section interviewed Mr. Su from Schindler last time. He seemed to have a good impression of you. I just made an appointment with him for another interview, and he named you for the interview."

Nan Chu came to his senses in an instant and politely declined: "But I still have a lot of interview manuscripts in my hand that have not been edited, and I mainly work on the entertainment section, the financial section and the technology section, which Liu Liu is good at. Liu Liu, you do it !”

Hearing this, her colleague Liu Liu who was sitting next to her immediately raised her hand: "Chief editor, Mr. Su from Schindler, please interview me! I will contact Schindler later! Sister Chu, you will contact Su later." The general assistant calls me."

Nan Chu was about to agree.

The editor-in-chief frowned and said to Nan Chu: "Wouldn't it be better if you did Mr. Su's entertainment section? Why are you so stupid that you can't turn around? Who wants to listen to boring stories about the history of the fortune? You do the entertainment section, so you can go there this time Ask Mr. Su for any tidbits."

"..."

Nanchu stood up and was about to protest.

The editor-in-chief had already turned around and returned to the office, and said without comment: "That's it, I've already replied to Schindler, go ahead, don't make me look dirty!"

"..."

Nan Chu clenched his fists and punched the editor twice behind his back.

She dragged her chair to sit down and cursed in a low voice: "Old Bald Lao, you just know how to catch a duck!"

Colleague Liu Liu asked curiously: "Sister Chu, is it difficult for Mr. Su of Schindler to speak? Why don't you want to go?"

Nanchu yelled to cover it up, "No, Mr. Su is a very nice person. How about we go together then?"

Old Baldy didn't stipulate that she could only go alone.

Liu Liu naturally agreed: "Okay, okay. I heard that Mr. Su started his career from scratch in the investment banking street of country Y. He has a successful career. He is very clean and self-sufficient. I don't know if he is married."

Nan Chu lowered his eyes and said, "Such men generally have no heart."

"Sister Chu, do you know his gossip?"

Nan Chu shook his head quickly and said with a chuckle: "You said that he has cleansed himself up, how can there be any gossip? It's just a rational analysis. In the process of rising to the top step by step, this kind of person has seen too many fights and dark sides at the bottom. He has long been He has become disappointed with human nature, and naturally has obliterated love and love. After reshaping himself, how can you still expect him to be sincere?"

Liu Liu took a sip of her milk tea and was stunned for a while before giving her a thumbs up: "Sister Chu, you are a master of emotions!"

"..."

fart!

If she were a master of emotions, she wouldn't be afraid of interviewing Su Jingnian.

Just thinking about the interview gave her a headache.

When I was in a daze, for some reason, that playful low magnetic voice suddenly echoed in my mind——

Very moist.

These two words, like the devil, kept playing in her ears.

There was an itching sensation in my ears.

She rubbed her ears vigorously, cleared her stained brain, and sent a message to Qiao Yu.

[Baoer, when will you return to the imperial capital? I'm bored to death with this shitty job! 】