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

Everything that happened tonight was too much information.

As a professional criminal policeman with many years of experience, Tang Feng couldn't fully digest it for the moment. He originally wanted Shen Jingjue to go back and rest first, but the man was very stubborn and still tried his best to complete the task of cooperating with the investigation.

His current situation is very bad.

The place of Guanchao Manor carried the grief and hatred that he could hardly bear at the moment. He really couldn't live there anymore.

But when he went to his grandfather's place, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold back his emotions and would collapse in front of his grandfather, making the old man worried.

Shen Jingjue stood at the door of the police station in a daze, and suddenly smiled bitterly.

The dignified CEO of the Shen family is worth hundreds of billions, but at this moment, he is like a lonely soul with nowhere to go.

So pitiful, so funny, so sad.

"You can stay at my place tonight."

Tang Qiaoer suddenly said this to him in a soft tone, which frightened the man so much that he stared at her!

He even felt that he was hearing hallucinations due to excessive sadness.

You know, he doesn't even dare to dream like this...

"I...just go to the hotel to deal with it for a few days, that's all."

"Don't think too much."

Tang Qiaoer's feather-like slender eyelashes trembled slightly, "You can't go back to watch the tide now, and you don't want to go to grandpa's house and make the old man worry. I don't worry about you staying in a hotel.

I'm afraid you won't be able to think about it. If you really have good intentions, it will be more difficult for me to take revenge alone, and the battle line will be lengthened.

I just don't like this feeling of being alone. "

Shen Jing felt that his eyebrows were wrinkled in despair, and his gloomy eyes were still moist, like obsidian stained by morning sun and rain and dew.

The feeling of being alone and unable to sing...

He understands her, and he understands her feeling of unilaterally working hard but not getting anything in return.

When she was young, she pursued him passionately, but he didn't know that such a girl existed in the world.

She married him three years ago, but he never responded to her hot love, even once.

Shen Jingjue quietly turned away from his haggard face and endured it again and again before swallowing back his tears. He had already lost his composure in the interrogation room, and he didn't want to be vulnerable in front of the woman he loved anymore.

"Anyway, whether you agree or not, I have to watch over you tonight. If you want to stay in a hotel, I will stay with you in the hotel, and if you want to sleep on the overpass, I will sleep with you on the overpass." Tang Qiaoer became stubborn, and it was like ten deep sleeps. Can't do it.

When Shen Jingjue heard this, his pale face flushed slightly and his heart beat violently.

Although he didn't want to put gold on his face, it did sound... like a husband and wife accompanying each other.

"Then... I'm sorry to bother you tonight." The man's voice was low and hoarse.

"Okay, okay, you haven't done anything excessive to me? Stop being so polite and let's go."

Tang Qiaoer's heartbeat was also inexplicably accelerating. As if she was afraid that Shen Jingjue would hear it, she walked forward quickly.

The man's Adam's apple rolled up, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, as if he had a little wife in his body, following her obediently.

*

After Lin Su was injured, there was no one else in Tang Qiaoer's villa. It was so empty that it even made people feel chilly when they walked in.

Shen Jingjue walked in. He had never paid attention to unnecessary things, but he was like a curious child. His eyes were floating here and there, shining with excitement, and every trace of Tang Qiaoer's life was visible. Don't let it go.

This is the first time he has entered Tang Qiaoer's home. He used to be so humble that he could only stand in the rain outside the door.

At this moment, he felt vanity for the first time in his life, and he suddenly wanted to take a picture of it and send it to Huo Ruxi.

Who says you are the only one who can come? Look, I’m here too!

"Shen Jingjue, what are you looking at everywhere?"

Tang Qiaoer glanced at him in surprise, "Did you know that the look in your eyes just now looked like a thief?"

"Sorry." Shen Jingjue quickly looked away, feeling that he had lost his composure again.

"Except for the last room on the left side of the second floor, which you can't enter, you can choose to live in the rest. There are some ingredients left by Ah Su in the kitchen refrigerator. If you want to eat, you can make it yourself. I don't have a cook here." Tang Qiaoer said calmly. With that said, he turned around and walked upstairs.

"Why can't we enter that room?" Shen Jingjue asked stupidly.

"Because that's my bedroom."

Tang Qiaoer suddenly stopped and looked back at him with a half-smile, "Don't worry, I don't have any shady secrets, and I don't have any old friends that I can't forget. If you want to visit my bedroom, you can do so now."

Somehow, she started acting strangely again.

Thinking of the old photos of certain people that he still kept in his study, she felt an unavoidable pain in her heart.

Just because I still cared about it, I couldn't help but talk about it, and I would make him feel sick if I had the chance.

She, Tang Qiaoer, is just a mortal, let alone a saint.

Shouldn't she be allowed to show off her temper and act in a petty manner?

"Pretty..."

Shen Jingjue's eyes turned moist red, and he knew that she was still feeling uncomfortable about the matter in the villa.

But at the same time, a few sparks of hope were ignited in his heart. If Tang Qiaoer really doesn't have him in her heart anymore, and if, as she said, they came back together just for hatred, then there is absolutely no need for her to mention this matter.

If she mentions it, it means that she cares, cares about his past, cares about him...

"You can do it yourself, I'll go upstairs first."

Tang Qiaoer's voice was obviously gloomy and hoarse, "I hope you can adjust your mentality quickly. Our sword dance is about to begin."

"Qiao'er, I've sold that villa, and I've destroyed everything in it, except for my mother's photos." Shen felt as if his chest was being pressed by a huge boulder, and he could hardly breathe.

Tang Qiaoer's eyes were clear and cold, "It has nothing to do with me. They are all your personal belongings. What you want to do with them is your business."

"I know their presence hurts you."

"That's because you want them to exist, but you can't bear to let them go." Tang Qiaoer chuckled, sounding quite relieved.

"I completely forgot about it. I asked A-Xian to sell that villa long ago, but he never got around to it."

Shen Jingjue knew that his explanation was feeble, but he still had a bitter taste in his tongue and kept explaining with red eyes, "That night, I was drugged and was unconscious. I have no memory of what happened.

Ruxi couldn't let me stay in a hotel or send me to watch tides because I was like that. He only remembered that I had this villa, so he sent me there without asking my opinion..."

"Shen Jingjue, I told you, that's your business and has nothing to do with me."

Tang Qiaoer closed her almond-shaped eyes and raised her hand, signaling him to stop talking, "Okay, I'm tired."

"Why doesn't it matter? Don't you resent me for that matter?!" Shen Jingjue was so anxious that fine sweat broke out on his forehead and his breathing became heavy.

"I hate you more than this."

Shen Jing felt a stabbing pain in his heart, and he clenched his fingers tightly in pain.

"But now I feel like there's nothing to hate, it's all over."

Tang Qiaoer turned around slowly, her tone was so casual, but even she didn't feel that her eye circles were already red, "Shen Jingjue, let's all look forward, no matter how painful the emotional entanglement is, in the face of hatred, It's not worth mentioning, is it? That will only affect the speed of drawing our sword.

I went upstairs. "

Suddenly, she felt her back sink and her body leaned forward suddenly.

Shen Jingjue hugged her tightly from behind, restraining her with his whole body, wishing he could rub her into his flesh and blood.

The man's strong, trembling chest muscles pressed against her thin back. His violently throbbing heart beat against her, making her dizzy. A numb and numb feeling spread from her vest to her body. Heart.

"Shen Jingjue..." Tang Qiaoer breathed rapidly and called his name dumbly.

There was clearly resistance in his voice, but this time, there was no struggle.

"How could it be that it's not worth mentioning...I don't allow you to say that."

Shen Jingjue hugged her harder again, clasping his arms tightly around her fragile waist, and his hot breath sprayed on her fair and rosy neck, "Twenty years ago, I lost the most important person to me.

Twenty years later, I found the one and only in my life, and I don’t want to lose you again. You are all I have.

Qiao'er... without you, every day of my life feels like I'm in purgatory. "

Death is not scary, I can do it for you thousands of times.

I'm just afraid of losing you.

The man's chin rested on her clear hair, rubbing it gently, and he choked again.

He is aloof and arrogant, like a god who does not fall into the mortal world.

How could he ever be so embarrassed, wagging his tail to her like a dog begging for mercy?

Tang Qiaoer faintly heard the sobs he endured again and again. That night, the strength he was proud of was shattered and scattered all over the ground. How could she bear to step on him again?

She had seen him fight bravely on the battlefield, and she knew how ruthless and fierce he was.

Looking back now, she felt especially... that he was pitiful.

So, just take pity on her and don't argue with him tonight.

"Well...it hurts..." Tang Qiaoer shrank her shoulders in the man's arms.

"It hurts? Where?!" Shen Jingjue suddenly panicked and grabbed her shoulders with his big hands.

"Ah! You're going to die! Right here, right here!" Tang Qiaoer gasped in pain, her delicate body trembling slightly in his arms.

When she was at the police station, she kept restraining Shen Jingjue with her body in order to calm him down, causing the stitched incision on her arm to split without even noticing.

She didn't feel it until she left the police station, but she had always been able to bear it, so she waited until she got home and wanted to go upstairs to deal with it herself.

Who would have thought that this dog-like man didn't have the slightest bit of discernment to bother her, saying that there was nothing left in the pile? He still held her in his arms and didn't let her go. Why didn't he hug her to death?

Shen Jing realized it later and let go of her in shock.

Only then did he feel a damp heat in his arms. When he lowered his eyes, he couldn't help but be shocked!

The sleeves of his gray suit were stained with blood, which was Tang Qiaoer's blood!

In fact, her wound had been bleeding for a long time, but she couldn't tell because she was wearing a black suit.

"Silly girl...why didn't you tell me earlier?!" The man was anxious and distressed, and his usually Shen Ci's voice was even higher.

"W-what are you shouting at me!" Tang Qiao'er raised her eyebrows and bit her lip with such a pitiful look that it made his heart itch.

Shen Jingjue was startled suddenly, and then he realized that his tone was serious.

call? How dare he.

In front of the little woman, he is a dog + a slave.

"Okay, it's just a minor injury, don't worry...ah!"

Tang Qiaoer's eyes flickered, and she was picked up by Shen Jingjue. She was so panicked that she subconsciously pressed his chest.

"I'll take you back to your room. Is there a medical kit at home? I'll help you rebandage it." Shen Jingjue stared at her with burning eyes, raised his long legs and went upstairs.

"You don't need to! I'm a professional surgeon, I can bandage it myself!"

Tang Qiaoer's small white hands clenched into fists, and she punched his chest angrily, not daring to use too much force, as if she was scratching an itch, "Besides, Miss, I hurt my arm. Not legs! You can hold me up, I can walk on my own!"

"I know, but I want to hug you." Shen Jingjue's eyes darkened, and what he was thinking came out.

Tang Qiaoer pressed her small fist against his solid chest muscles, breathing erratically and forgetting to resist.

Her beautiful skin is as white as jade, and two charming red waves can't help but surge up.

……

Shen Jingjue carried Tang Qiaoer into her bedroom.

What surprised him was that this little woman's bedroom was unexpectedly simple. Although it could be seen that the decoration was very high-end and the bedding was top-notch, but as the daughter of the richest man in Haimen, her room was actually smaller than Shen Chulu's. , but also concisely.

He remembered that in the Shen family, she loved life very much. She had many kinds of flowers and plants, and she often bought cups and saucers.

There is also the big bed in their wedding room. Although he does not sleep in it, the sheets and quilts change every week. The bedside decorations and the flowers on the coffee table are always new, which shows how much she cares and values ​​the marriage. .

"You are still so young, why is the room so plain?"

Shen Jingjue gently laid Tang Qiaoer on the bed, "If you don't mind, grandpa has a lot of famous paintings and antiques in his collection. Don't you like it very much? I'll go to grandpa to get some. Gaiming, I'll ask Mother Wu to come over and help you. Set it up.”

"No, I don't like to make the room so fancy. It's just enough and comfortable." Tang Qiaoer's face was calm and she didn't appreciate his favor.

"sorry."

"Shen Jingjue, are you a parrot or a repeater? You can't say anything else besides these three words?"

"Feel sorry……"

Tang Qiaoer helplessly raised her forehead, "Okay, actually, your long mouth doesn't necessarily have to be used for talking."

Shen Jing felt his thin lips tremble slightly, and felt very bitter in his heart.

He found the medical kit according to Tang Qiao'er's instructions and helped her take off her coat. When he saw her sweat-soaked shirt, he felt heartbroken.

"Don't bear it anymore." Shen Jing felt that his voice was trembling and hoarse, and his heart was full of pain.

"Well, I can't bear it anymore. It's because I can tolerate it so much that I let those beasts who are worse than pigs and dogs take the opportunity to hurt innocent people again and again."

Tang Qiaoer's beautiful eyes were ignited with fierce anger, and her whole body was immersed in great anger and self-condemnation.

He was completely unaware that the only buttons on the front of his shirt had been unbuttoned one by one by the man silently!

When Tang Qiaoer reacted, Shen Jingjue had already solved the last one.

Her pink lace bra was almost completely exposed to his eyes, making her delicate and smooth skin feel even warmer to his touch.

Shen Jingjue's fiery eyes were staring straight at the small white bow in the center of her underwear. Her sudden and sexy Adam's apple rolled uncomfortably, and her handsome face was as hot as a fever.

There is no doubt that he is a gentleman.

But he always couldn't help but have his own thoughts about this little woman...

"what!"

A scream echoed through the room.

With her cherry-red face, Tang Qiaoer reflexively raised her hand and slapped Shen Jingjue!