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

"How did you come?"

Tang Qiaoer swallowed back the words "How could it be you?"

Xie Jinhuan wore a black elegant suit and held a horse that was shining brightly in the dark night. He was elegant and dignified, like a prince charming walking out of a medieval palace.

"Come and see you."

"How are the injuries on your body? You have to rest for at least two months because of your broken muscles and bones. And where is the plaster on your arm?" Tang Qiaoer thought of the thrilling night and couldn't help but be concerned about his injuries.

"With your words, I won't be afraid of being shattered into pieces." Xie Jinhuan stared at her with affectionate eyes.

Tang Qiaoer's breathing was slightly stagnant, and she didn't know how to answer it.

"This time I not only came to see you, but also brought it to you. Last time you left in a hurry and couldn't bring it back."

"A Jin, this horse is very beautiful, thank you, but it is too valuable and I can't keep it." Tang Qiaoer politely declined with a faint look on her face.

"Qiaoqiao, what did I do...did I make you angry? You are still thinking about what happened that day..."

"No. That incident has passed. Even if the relationship between Shen Jingjue and I is not blocked, it is no different from being blocked." Tang Qiaoer chuckled in relief.

Xie Jinhuan's hand on the reins tightened, and his eyes suddenly curled up, "I specially selected this horse for you. It was transported by water from abroad for more than a month. I have been carrying the Xie family on my back to foster it in Xie's horse farm.

But you also saw what happened at the racecourse that day. The horse farm is now managed by my second brother. I can't keep it there anyway, but I don't have a big enough place at home to keep horses.

So...can you help me raise it? Just do a friend a favor. "

For this reason, Tang Qiaoer couldn't refuse.

After all, she always responds to her friends' requests.

"Then... I will take care of it for you for the time being. When you have a place to place it, tell me as soon as possible and I will send it to you."

Tang Qiaoer stared at the sweaty BMW, unable to hide the joy in her eyes.

But no reward comes without merit. Her tutor told her that no matter how good other people's things are, she can never keep them as her own without proper reasons.

"Okay. When I have a place to raise it, I will take it back."

Xie Jinhuan looked up at the night sky, where crystal snowflakes were falling, "Qiaoqiao, the night wind in Haimen is a bit cold, can I go in and have a cup of hot tea?"

Tang Qiaoer then thought that the two of them had been standing in the cold wind talking, which was indeed a bit rude, so she said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, Jin, please come in quickly."

Xie Jinhuan raised his lips slightly and walked over.

Just when he walked in front of Tang Qiao'er, he suddenly tightened his eyebrows and stared at her left temple.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my head?" Tang Qiaoer blinked in surprise.

Xie Jinhuan slowly raised his hand and touched her temples.

Tang Qiaoer's heart shrank and she was about to dodge, but at this moment a red rose appeared in front of her eyes.

It was as if it had been picked from her head. It was as red as blood and so delicate.

"Where did you get it?"

"For you, I practiced a little magic trick these past two days."

Xie Jinhuan shyly pushed up his gold-rimmed eyes. He was gentle and elegant, but as young as a young man. "BMWs are given to chivalrous women, and roses are given to beauties. The technique is clumsy, and it's embarrassing. You can laugh if you want."

Tang Qiaoer's eyes were filled with astonishment and her heart was full of mixed feelings.

The more Xie Jinhuan cared about her and treated her better, the more guilty she felt, as if she was making mistakes again and again.

The housekeeper led the horse through the door and was so amazed at the whole process that he couldn't close his mouth.

Tang Qiaoer led Xie Jinhuan into Yuetang Garden.

Just when the door was about to close, Xie Jinhuan suddenly stopped and turned coldly behind him, his pale lips rising slowly like a curl of the cold moon, full of teasing and contempt.

"Ha, coward."

*

At this moment.

Shen Jingjue stood alone in front of the window, looking out the window in trance.

He smoked one cigarette after another, and the cigarette butts piled up in the crystal ashtray. The room was filled with smoke, blurring his cold but lonely expression.

Shen Jingjue coughed a few times, and felt that his whole chest was empty like a bottomless pit.

The day came before his eyes when he threw the divorce agreement in front of Tang Qiaoer and forced her to divorce him. Then she left the house and got into Tang Yue's car to leave from Guanchao Manor. He stood in the same position and followed the direction she left with his eyes.

At that time, he was filled with anger. But at that time, he didn't understand why he was so, so angry.

Now he finally understands that it's because he can't let go.

Then, for a long period of time, he and Tang Qiaoer exchanged nasty words and tit-for-tat, which turned out to be just a ridiculous proof that he didn't love her.

It wasn't that he had belatedly become affectionate. It wasn't until Tang Qiaoer left that he saw clearly who he was pretending to be in his heart.

Shocked and lovesick.

It turned out that it was just because it was already in the bones.

At this moment, the phone rang.

Shen Jingjue saw Han Xian's name displayed on the screen, and his heart skipped a beat. He quickly put out the cigarette and answered the call.

"Hey."

"Mr. Shen, as you ordered, I lurked in front of the young lady's house all night, and finally saw the young lady's face!" Han Xian should have been relieved that he had completed the task, but his tone was not at all relaxed.

"Qiao...how is she?" Shen Jingjue held his breath and asked with a stern face.

Thinking of that night in the park, when Tang Qiaoer helped Xie Jinhuan go away, his heart was still bleeding and in pain, and he was angry and refused to call her "Qiaoer".

He loves her, but that doesn't mean he has no temper or self-esteem.

"Mr. Shen, let me send you some photos. Please... be mentally prepared."

After a few dings, Han Xian sent the photo to Shen Jingjue via WeChat.

The man, with long eyelashes and drooping eyes, clicked on the photo.

In the photo, Xie Jinhuan was lying on Tang Qiaoer's neck. From his angle, it seemed as if the man's lips were already covering her moist and soft cheeks.

The two of them were whispering together, how intimate they behaved!

She had always been resistant to him, and there was no time when he was not shamelessly submissive, and there was no time when she was not crushing his self-esteem again and again!

Shen Jingjue got angrier and angrier as he thought about it, and his peach blossom eyes turned scarlet red!

boom--!

He punched the glass window with a loud bang, which scared Han Xian on the other end of the phone out of his wits!

"Cold, calm down...Mr. Shen, if you are not willing to give in, come here in person. That person named Xie is now at the young lady's house. You must not let it go. Wouldn't that mean that you are enabling the thief named Xie?" Doesn’t it mean admitting defeat?!”

"Go to see her, go see her for what?"

Shen Jing felt so angry that he was trembling, his chest was heaving violently, and his eyes were wet, as if he was a drowned dog, embarrassed and disappointed.

"Didn't she say... that she never wants to see me again? Then I will grant her permission."

There should be a limit to torturing people. Tang Qiaoer.