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

Tang Qiaoer's crimson eyes met with the man's, and her heart was beating so fast.

She clearly saw the fragility and uncontrollable madness in his eyes.

This kind of look was exactly the same when he pressed her to and fro for pleasure that night two years ago, making her unable to extricate herself.

"Shen Jingjue... calm down first, let go first... ugh!"

The rest of Tang Qiaoer's words were swallowed up in the man's fierce kiss, which was like biting and gnawing.

His hot and wet lips rubbed against her trembling lips, robbing her of the fragrance, wishing he could squeeze all her breath away.

I miss her so much, I want her so much.

I think about it so much that I'm going crazy.

God knows how he spent every day without seeing Tang Qiaoer. It's just a wandering mind, a walking zombie.

Tang Qiaoer gasped softly from deep in her throat, her breathing became rapid, and the temperature of her skin also increased.

She trembled under him again, and her soft hands that wanted to resist were in vain as she pushed up his exposed chest muscles, and gave him a gentle squeeze twice. In the man's eyes, she felt a temptation to resist but to welcome.

No, it should be said.

As long as Tang Qiaoer appears in his sight, even if it appears in his dream, even if it is just a silhouette, it is a fatal temptation for him.

Tang Qiaoer couldn't resist the man's cunning and domineering lips and tongue, and soon the two of them were deeply entangled. Because they kissed too hard, they even made a shameful lubricating sound.

Shen Jingjue's big, rough hands with stretched veins couldn't help but caress her beautiful legs and explore her upwards wantonly.

"No..." Tang Qiao'er was covered in hot sweat and held him down fiercely.

"Qiao'er, save me..."

Shen Jingjue gasped and left her moist lips, a trace of crystal intertwined between their lips and teeth, "I don't want anyone except you.

Only you can...save me. "

Only you can save me.

She had done his antidote two years ago, and it was she who saved him.

Unexpectedly, two years later, they were divorced, but they still couldn't get rid of the fateful bond with this man.

Shen Jingjue's kisses were as detailed as a shower, fierce and rough, and the more he kissed, the more crazy he became, slowly kissing from her lips to her small jaw, her neck, her collarbone...

Tang Qiaoer's eyes were filled with hot tears, her snow-white swan neck stretched back into beautiful lines, her hands couldn't help but hold his head, and her fingers were inserted into his black hair.

What she felt, the man's extreme tenderness and care for her, was completely different from the first time they did it.

Yes, she fell again.

Once again, she melted softly under him, like a stream of spring water lingering around him.

A pair of figures blend together, filling the room with beauty.

Tang Qiaoer's last memory tonight was that she felt as if she had turned into a small boat, rising and falling in his arms.

……

She once again served as his antidote.

After the long pleasure, Tang Qiaoer's whole body was sore, her waist muscles were weak and boneless with a slight numbness, and she could hardly stand up.

It can be seen how ferocious the medicinal properties are, it has developed his body to the extreme, turning him into a tireless motor, sweating like rain on her body.

Tang Qiaoer wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, sat up slowly, and looked sideways at Shen Jingjue, who was sleeping soundly next to her.

He still maintained the posture of holding her, and his sleeping face was so beautiful that it turned all living beings upside down.

Tang Qiao'er bit her lower lip lightly, couldn't help but stretched out her fingers, and slowly traced his cheek, her heart beating wildly and her little deer bumping wildly.

She touched his forehead and found that it was no longer hot. It seemed that the medicine had worn off.

Tang Qiaoer sighed quietly, got out of bed, picked up the underwear scattered on the ground, and put it on. After hesitating, she picked up Shen Jingjue's loose shirt and used it as pajamas to wear outside.

In the past, when she was his wife, she would secretly wear his shirt when he was not at home to feel his unique breath and warmth.

Unexpectedly, her state of mind at this moment was no different from that then.

Tang Qiaoer felt that he would not wake up so soon, so she wanted to find some water to drink. After she had a good rest and drank the water, she would naturally leave quietly and pretend that nothing happened.

She left the room with gentle steps and drank some cold water in the home tea room on the second floor to calm her heartbeat which was still throbbing until now.

This bitch man, maybe he hasn’t eaten meat for too long.

This is not doi, this is going to tear her into pieces and swallow her whole.

Thinking of this, Tang Qiaoer's rouged and messy lips lifted slightly, and the ice water poured into her throat seemed to have warmed up.

This was an area she had always been curious about, and now that she had the opportunity to come here, she wandered around a bit.

The kitchen, garden, living room...the decoration of every place here is simple yet warm. You can tell at a glance that it has been decorated with care.

She also thought about Jin Enrou once clamoring to her, saying that this villa was a gift from Shen Jingjue to her and that it was their love nest...

Really?

She was in their former home, having a stormy relationship with him.

Tang Qiaoer's heart shrank into a ball, as if she was being ravaged by a pair of invisible hands, making her breathless in pain.

She walked back to Shen Jingjue's room with sluggish steps, preparing to get dressed and leave.

The small living room was quiet, and opposite the bedroom was the study.

Tang Qiaoer was absent-minded and walked into the study room by mistake.

Then, she caught sight of the photo frames that filled an entire bookshelf.

Tang Qiaoer pursed her lips, walked step by step to the photos, and picked up one of the photo frames.

The boy with a melancholy expression and delicate features in the photo, she could tell was Shen Jingjue when he was a child.

The woman sitting on the retro sofa with her arms around the boy has a stunning face, picturesque beauty, and a pair of mesmerizing peach blossom eyes.

Tang Qiaoer's eyes flashed as she recognized Shen Jingjue's biological mother, her ex-mother-in-law whom she had never met before.

"It's so beautiful..." She couldn't help but sigh.

I have to admit that Lao Wan's three wives are each beautiful and beautiful in their own way, but together they are not as good as Shen Jingjue's mother.

Only her mother can compete with this beautiful woman.

Sure enough, men are all big pigs, and they don’t know how to cherish what they get. Shen Jingjue's mother is obviously thousands of times more beautiful than Qin Shu, but Shen Guangjing still goes out to steal sex. It's really shameless!

Tang Qiaoer looked at several photo frames in a row, either a photo of Shen Jingjue with his mother, or a portrait of his mother.

Just as she was about to leave the study, she saw a familiar face.

Kim Eun-joo.

It's...Jin Eunrou.

Tang Qiaoer picked up one of the photo frames with trembling fingers. It was a photo of Girls' Generation's Jin Eunrou and Shen Jingjue.

The two of them were still wearing the same school uniforms. Jin Enrou smiled sweetly and tilted her head to rest on Shen Jingjue's broad shoulders. The two of them looked so well matched, childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts.

Tang Qiaoer instantly felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, her whole body was shrouded in chill, and her shoulders were trembling slightly.

She originally thought that Jin Enrou was in the past tense and she would not be hurt by this woman again.

But seeing this group photo, she still truly felt that she was trapped in a painful whirlpool, so powerless that she had almost no ability to save herself.

You really shouldn't meet someone so stunning when you're young.

She is like this, and so is Shen Jingjue.

At this moment, there was the sound of the door being pushed open from behind.