Chasing his wife at the crematorium, aloof CEO Lu licks the dog

Not wanting to disturb the two of them, Jiang Qianqian didn't thank you politely until the man stood up, "Thank you."

When the man heard someone talking to him, he turned around and faced Shang Jiang's gentle smile.

He also smiled, "I often paint with him, are you his family?"

Jiang Qianqian saw his appearance clearly, with delicate eyebrows and a high nose. When he smiled, his eyebrows were curved, which made him feel very comfortable.

"I am his sister, Jiang Qianqian, and his name is Jiang Jiang."

"Hello, Huoting."

The two shook hands very politely.

After leaving the gate of the nursing home, the smile on Huo Ting's face did not diminish at all.

Jiang Qianqian, a woman with picturesque features, faced her bright-eyed smile and her white-toothed smile, and his heart was hit hard.

When he arrived at the agreed place, Lu Baoshen was already waiting for him. When he saw him coming in, he was a little dissatisfied, "Why are you here?"

Huo Ting always had a smile on his face. In Lu Boshen's view, he now looked like a young girl in love with spring. "Why are you always staring at me and laughing? Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Huo Ting picked up the wine on the table and drank it. "I just met a girl in the nursing home."

"Let me tell you, your smile is too crazy. Could it be that you are attracted to this person?" Lu Boshen squinted his eyes and looked him up and down.

Huo Ting smiled and said nothing, and Lu Boshen's curiosity was aroused to the maximum.

Lu Boshen and Huo Ting grew up together, and the Huo family is not inferior to the Lu family in strength.

According to common sense, he is the only son of the Huo family and the legitimate heir. But three years ago, Huo Ting suffered from severe depression and committed suicide every three days. The scars from cutting his wrists at that time still remain on his wrists.

In order to cure his depression, the Huo family tried their best, but fortunately he recovered well. From then on, his life became unrestrained. The two elders of the Huo family only wanted health and happiness from him, nothing more.

He traveled abroad, learned painting, cooking, dancing, directing, and experienced almost all the things he liked.

Recently, he suddenly said that he wanted to help those who were like him and wanted to volunteer in a nursing home. Lu Boshen happened to have his own nursing home, so he arranged for him to go there.

Here, he met Jiang Jiang, a big boy who liked to paint with his head covered. Jiang Jiang ignored him at first, until he took out his old painting, with the same color combination and the same line outline, and he finally smiled at him.

From then on, whenever he had time, he would go to the nursing home to paint with Jiang Jiang.

"Hey, stop laughing. Do you have your contact information? If not, I will ask the dean to check it for you." Lu Baoshen looked at the person in front of him, his mood became more and more bitter. He and Jiang Qianqian seemed to be getting farther and farther away. The further away. He wanted to chase her, but she seemed unwilling to wait for him.

"It's not polite to ask for contact information when we meet for the first time." Huo Ting regretted, "But it doesn't matter. We will meet again in the future. Let it take its course."

He picked up a glass of wine and clinked it with Lu Boshen, "Stop talking about me, talk about you. Why did you suddenly ask me to come out to drink?"

"I had a fight with my wife and I'm in a bad mood."

Huo Ting looked puzzled, "Didn't you say that your wife is dispensable? It's been five years, and I don't even know her name or what she looks like."

"Will you and her still quarrel?" Huo Ting's expression told Lu Boshen that he suspected he was joking.

Lu Boshen was so miserable that he couldn't express his pain. He really felt happy for a while by abusing his wife and chased her to the crematorium.

When Jiang Qianqian returned home, the nanny left food for her, but she had a poor appetite and went upstairs without eating a bite.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me recently. I feel dizzy, nauseous and vomiting. When I lie down with my clothes on, my eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.

There was a cold touch on her waist, and she opened her eyes suddenly. Lu Boshen's blushing face appeared in front of her, and the unpleasant smell of alcohol made her unable to open her eyes.

"What are you doing!" Jiang Qianqian glared at Lu Boshen.

Seeing that she woke up, the movements of his hands paused for a moment, but it was only for a few seconds. Then he lowered his head and groped around her waist, trying to take off her pants.

Jiang Qianqian held up his pants with both hands and gritted his teeth and said, "Lu Boshen, if you dare to touch me today, I will make you pay the price."

Hearing her roar, Lu Boshen's feet softened, and he lay on her crookedly, his face buried in the crook of her neck, "Honey, you smell so good."

Hearing what he muttered, Jiang Qianqian doubted her ears. Did he just call her wife?

Before she could think about it carefully, the person on her body was breathing heavily, and her hands were unconsciously moving back and forth on her body.

She wanted to move him away from her, but Lu Boshen was tall. Although not fat, he exercised regularly and was very strong. She pushed it several times, but it didn't move.

"Lu Boshen, please wake up!" She bit his earlobe as she spoke.

The severe pain made Lu Boshen lift her body and get a chance to breathe. She used all her strength to roll him off her body.

He was about to go out and ask the nanny to help him clean up. As soon as he sat up, his wrist was pulled by Lu Boshen. His eyes were closed tightly. Due to his drunkenness, his articulation was not clear, but Jiang Qianqian still heard clearly, "I'll give you one hundred." Ten thousand, one million to sleep with me once, how about that?"

It is said that when people are drunk, they speak their truest thoughts. Jiang Qianqian felt cold in her heart. It turned out that in Lu Boshen's heart, she was clearly priced.

So how much is Ye Xiaoyu worth?

She laughed at herself that she shouldn't have any sympathy for him.

She broke free from his hand, pushed the door open and went out to call the nanny. The ones she locked behind the door were not only Lu Boshen, but also what he muttered, "You love money so much, can I give you all my money? Don't leave me..."

"Mr. Lu is drunk. Go and help him deal with it. I'll sleep in the second bedroom tonight."

Seeing the nanny nodding in agreement, Jiang Qianqian turned around and entered the second bedroom, completely sleepless.

She suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness. Did a rich kid like Lu Boshen take it for granted that money could buy everything?

Wrapped in a quilt, bitterness and pain swept through my body in an instant.

She had lived a hard life these years, and neither Jiang Sheng nor Du Juan regarded her as a human being, as if she was the cause of their suffering in the first half of their lives. Until she married Lu Boshen, they seemed to be grasping at straws, desperately trying to get close to her.

I originally thought that God would open my eyes and allow me to marry a wealthy son-in-law, but the life of this wealthy family with rich clothes and fine food was not so easy.

Lu Boxing's deliberate attempts to make things difficult, Su Yimei's cynicism, and Lu Boshen's lack of enthusiasm for the past five years had left her exhausted.

She doesn't want Mrs. Lu's position anymore. She just wants to leave, but she doesn't even have the qualifications to leave.

Just like how passive she was when she married Lu Boshen five years ago, whether it was good or bad, she could only grit her teeth and endure it.

The pillow was so wet that she forgot how long she had been crying and when she fell asleep. I just remember that she had a lengthy dream in which her mother told her over and over again to be strong, to be strong.