The boss is chasing after the chaebol’s ex-wife, but you can’t afford it

"Hiccup...you are indeed a little beast!" Tang Qiao'er's face was red and white, and she was smiling happily.

The man had a slight smile on his thin lips, and the coldness in his eyes was gone. His left arm was still hooked around her slender waist, and he raised his right hand and pushed up his glasses with his slender middle finger.

This nickname has been around for a long time.

Even his father stopped calling him that. Unexpectedly, Tang Qiaoer was still the same as when he was a child, as unrestrained and without any inhibitions as a wild wild horse.

"Fifteen years have passed since I last saw you, and you are still as beautiful as before."

"Hehe...you're not bad either!"

Tang Qiaoer narrowed her apricot eyes and actually raised her hand to pat his cheek. Her behavior was very dandy and frivolous, but it didn't offend him at all.

If she was content at all times and followed the rules, then she would not be the Tang Qiaoer in his heart.

Tang Qiaoer covered her mouth, burped again, staggered, and couldn't stand still.

The man raised his lips and hugged her sideways, regardless of whether she wanted it or not.

"Well...let me down!"

Tang Qiaoer's little red face was struggling and twisting in the man's arms, like a dishonest kitten.

Under the burgundy dress, a pair of slender white calves were kicking around, as white as jade, so white that they reflected light.

His eyes darkened, and he suddenly became playful, "I'll let you down. If you call my name, I'll let you go."

"You...your name is...Xie...Xie..."

Tang Qiaoer was so drunk that her head seemed to be filled with paste. She didn't even know what she was saying, let alone remember his name.

"My name is Xie Jinhuan, but it's okay if you call me little beast."

The man's fan-shaped long eyelashes fluttered and whispered word by word in her ear, his voice was hoarse and charming, "But, only you can do it."

It's a pity that these words fell into the ears of the drunk Tang Qiao'er and turned into chaotic gibberish. She couldn't understand a single word.

Xie Jinhuan carefully placed her delicate body on the sofa, and every movement was gentle enough.

At this time, the phone rang, and the secretary called.

"Mr. Xie, everyone is here."

"Let them all go back." Xie Jinhuan's lips curved into a long and indulgent smile, his eyes never leaving Tang Qiao'er's bright red dimples.

"Huh?" The secretary couldn't help but be surprised.

"Today's game is cancelled. Let them all go home and leave me alone."

"Yes, Mr. Xie." The secretary didn't dare to ask more questions, so she had to agree immediately.

"Also, go sell a bottle of hangover medicine nearby and come back as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, Xie Jinhuan slowly sat down next to Tang Qiaoer, turned sideways, and raised his hand to tuck a strand of her hair that was stuck to her face with sweat behind her ear.

"Tonight evening, see this good man."

……

This compartment.

After Huo Ruxi finished singing the last song "It's not a sin for a man to cry", he finally fell drunk on the sofa and completely broke down.

Shen Jingjue Fengzhi frowned deeply and felt depressed in his heart.

There was still some wine left in the glass, so he raised his graceful jawline and drank it all in one gulp.

Immediately, he took Huo Ruxi's cigarette, took out one, and held it between his pale lips. The orange firelight gave his handsome and melancholy face a rare yuppie aura.

Along with the nicotine that entered his lungs fiercely, there was also the confusion of thoughts caused by Tang Qiaoer, and the turbid blue smoke spread around him.

After divorcing Tang Qiaoer, his daily routine was also messed up. He started smoking and drinking, and no one advised him to drink or smoke less.

"Qiao Qiao... Qiao Qiao..." Huo Ruxi closed her eyes and tore at the breast of her black shirt, calling out Tang Qiao'er's nickname indiscriminately.

Shen Jing felt his thoughts come back to his senses. He flicked the cigarette with his long fingers, raised his long legs and kicked his drooping arms with the toe of his leather shoes.

"Shut up, she won't follow you again."

Still feeling it was not enough, he added another blow, "Besides, Qiaoqiao, was it you who called me Qiaoqiao?"

Suddenly, the door to the box was pushed open, and Han Xian stood at the door, panting, holding on to the door frame.

"Your hand is lame? Don't you know how to knock on the door?" Shen Jingjue crushed the cigarette butt out and opened his lips coolly.

"Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen! I...I just...saw the young lady!" Han Xian was so anxious that his face was covered with sweat.

"What?" Shen Jingjue stood up suddenly, "Where is it?!"

"Mr. Shen, after I say this, you must promise me not to be impulsive or angry..."

"Crap!"

Han Xian's throat rolled hard, "I just saw... the young lady pushed open the door of a private room, and then, was carried in by a man wearing glasses..."

Shen Jingjue heard a thunderous buzz in his mind, and his starry eyes turned red instantly, "Which private room? Lead the way!"

……

I quickly bought the hangover medicine.

Xie Jinhuan took the medicine bottle from his secretary, fed Tang Qiaoer to drink it himself, and thoughtfully prepared warm water for her to rinse her mouth.

The secretary was dumbfounded.

Their boss, Mr. Xie, is usually dark-handed and cold-hearted, with a knife hidden in his smile. No woman has come close to him in so many years. What kind of background does this young lady have, so that her boss can be so caring and personally serve her?

Could it be that... Mr. Xie has fallen in love with her?

Tsk tsk, it turns out that the hero has a hard time being a beauty. I guess this beauty can't pass Mr. Xie's test.

"Are you feeling better?" Xie Jinhuan asked warmly when he saw that the redness on her cheeks had faded a little.

Tang Qiaoer stretched out her hand to touch her chest, her eyes gradually focused, but her stomach was still churning and she felt like vomiting.

"Alcohol is very harmful to the body. You should drink less in the future." Xie Jinhuan sounded concerned and picked up the glass again, wanting to feed her some water.

Tang Qiaoer couldn't remember clearly what had just happened, but she could tell that the man had no ill intentions toward her.

And he looks... quite handsome.

She is elegant and elegant, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses adds a touch of elegance and elegance to her delicate face.

"Sir... you... look a bit familiar." Tang Qiao'er rubbed her dancing temples.

Xie Jinhuan's deep pool-like auspicious phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. She had indeed forgotten him.

The door of the box suddenly opened with a loud bang!

Shen Jingjue was like a sharp blade cutting through the darkness, advancing unstoppably.

Xie Jinhuan's face suddenly darkened, and a cold light flashed through his lenses.

"Mr. Xie, it's Mr. Shen of the Shen Group!" the secretary reminded in a low voice, looking shocked.

"Let him out." Xie Jinhuan raised his chin without saying a word.

The secretary nodded and walked quickly to Shen Jingjue, "Mr. Shen, please immediately..."

Before he finished speaking, the angry man had already knocked away the secretary and strode up to Tang Qiaoer. The shadow cast by his iceberg-like body swallowed her up, and his sharp eyebrows and starry eyes were as if they were covered with frost.

Tang Qiao'er didn't realize what was going on. She rubbed her sleepy eyes like a child and raised her eyes blankly.

The next second, she couldn't help being shocked, "Shen...Shocked? How could you..."

"Come with me."

Shen Jingjue suppressed the outburst of anger, and without any unnecessary words, he pulled her slender arm upwards, and soon her soft waist was pressed into his arms.

His anger at this moment can be described as overwhelming and turbulent. It is no exaggeration to describe it.

This woman stole his project during the day and couldn't wait to find a wild man to have fun at night?

He is still a polite scum, dressed like a beast and a pretty boy!

Does she have any conscience at all?

"Why should I go with you...Who are you?!"

Tang Qiaoer was sober for the most part, struggling to get rid of her shackles, "Let go! Are you a dog and follow you wherever you go? Who am I to follow you?!"

"Tang Qiao'er, don't challenge my patience!" Shen Jing felt his teeth clenched, his fingers tightened, and his veins were horribly stretched.

Xie Jinhuan's eyes darkened, and he suddenly grabbed Tang Qiao'er's other wrist.

Tang Qiao'er was caught in the middle and pulled from both sides. She felt that her arms were so painful that they were really about to burst apart!

"Can't you see? Miss Tang doesn't want to go with you. How can you be a gentleman by forcing someone to do something difficult for you?" Xie Jinhuan's pale lips curled up with a chill.

"It's not your turn as an outsider to comment on the relationship between me and her!" Shen was startled and felt the veins on his forehead pop.

Xie Jinhuan adjusted his glasses, his eyes blazing, "I am an outsider, who do you think Miss Tang is?"

The two looked at each other and spoke in unison.

Shen Jingjue: "Husband!"

Tang Qiaoer: "Ex-husband!"