My divorce is going crazy! My husband's whole family is dumbfounded

“This hotel is nice.”

At this time, they passed by a hotel owned by IELTS.

"No, not here!"

Anlia was horrified.

"Oh, you don't like high-end ones? Well..."

Han Kai led her to the downstairs of the cheap love hotel.

This place is shady.

An Liya heard a lot of ambiguous noises in the corridor.

One high note, another low note, as if in a competition, endlessly lingering.

"Han Kai, I beg you. Let me go."

"Anlia, don't act like I'm forcing you."

"If you want to leave, you can leave anytime."

Han Kai sat on the simple electric bed.

"Let's go somewhere else, it's too dirty here."

Anlia felt really uncomfortable looking at the wrinkled bed sheets.

"Don't you just like this kind of low-class place?"

"You came here a lot with Professor Feng, right?"

Han Kai stood up and approached her step by step.

"It's dirty, so what? As if you are so clean."

His hands spread over her body, searching for the zipper on her skirt.

An Liya made up her mind and went for it.

after an hour.

"I can't do it anymore, Han Kai!"

Anlia begged him uncomfortably.

"It has to be okay even if it doesn't work."

This night was extremely long for Anlia.

She was dozing until the telephone rang.

"Doctor An, why haven't you come to work yet?"

An Liya woke up suddenly and looked at the time. It was already 9 o'clock in the morning.

"Ah, I am. I couldn't sleep last night, so I took some medicine and didn't hear the alarm."

She explained hurriedly.

"Okay, okay, Dr. An, then come as soon as you can."

The hospital hung up the phone.

She was lying on the simple bed, and Han Kai was no longer in the room.

Anlia looked at the mess in the room, looked at the scars on her body, and burst into tears!

When she went downstairs, her whole body ached and her legs were shaking.

And Han Kai, this bastard, didn't even pay for the room.

It's all in vain!

Early the same morning, at the IELTS Group headquarters.

Wen Lan walked into the president's kitchen just after half past six.

After half an hour of hard work, breakfast was basically ready.

She had made the dough at home last night and wanted to make pancakes for Bu Yufan in the morning.

It is her specialty, scallion, egg and meat pie.

After making a dozen salty ones, there was still a lump of dough left.

Wen Lan suddenly had an idea and mixed sesame seeds with white sugar and added a little bit of dried osmanthus.

She wanted to make some molten sugar cookies.

Early in the morning, the area around the garden house was exceptionally quiet.

Wen Lan opened several stained glass windows in the kitchen and could even hear the birds singing clearly.

She took a breath of the morning air and felt extremely happy.

At this moment, a familiar sound of a car engine was getting closer and closer.

Is it Bu Yufan? Why are you here so early?

Didn’t he have a date with his girlfriend last night?

Early in the morning, instead of staying in the land of comfort, he works very diligently.

The hurried footsteps stopped at the door of the president's kitchen.

Wen Lan plugged in the electric baking pan and poured a little tea seed oil into it.

"Good morning, Mr. Bu."

She didn't look back, but greeted him while she was busy.

"Thank God, you are here."

It turned out to be Secretary Nan.

"What happened? How did you get here in Bu Yufan's car?"

Wen Lan felt strange.

"Bu Yufan had a low-grade fever all night and had no appetite at all."

"I saw that he was feeling better this morning, so I thought I'd drive out and buy him breakfast."

"I thought you should be in the company, so I came to try my luck."

When Nanyun saw the millet porridge cooked by Wen Lan, he wanted to find a lunch box to put some in.

"He has a fever? I heard the sound of the engine and thought it was Bu Yufan's car."

"Oh, forget it, it's his car. My car is out of gas and I'm afraid of wasting time."

Secretary Nan found a thermos bucket and clumsily packed the porridge.

"Wen Lan?"

Secretary Nan changed his mind.

"How about you go there?"

"I go?"

Wen Lan thought about it.

"Okay. Then I have to get ready."

Wen Lan planned the food and ingredients to bring over in a very organized manner.

She served Nanyun a box of pancakes and a cup of freshly made peanut milk.

"Secretary Nan, why don't you eat more and take a nap in the office?"

"You probably didn't get much sleep last night? You have dark circles under your eyes."

Secretary Nan took the breakfast.

"Wen Lan, as expected, wherever you are, I can have enough food."

"There was nothing but water in his house. I was starving to death that night."

Secretary Nan complained.

"Give me his car keys."

Wen Lan checked the gas, water and electricity and locked the door of the president's kitchen.

"His password is..."

Secretary Nan stuffed the car keys into Wen Lan's hand and was about to tell her quietly.

"I know. I haven't forgotten it yet."

Wen Lan remembered cooking porridge for Bu Yufan that night.

This time, it was Nan Yunshang's turn to be surprised.

However, this look of surprise only lasted for a moment.

There was a hint of relief in his eyes.

Wen Lan drove Bu Yufan's DBX smoothly into the top luxury mansion.

She parked the car in the large private parking space with ease.

The Mercedes-Benz G-Class on Nanyun was also parked there in a mess.

"Ha, this Secretary Nan, relying on his wealth and power, is so overbearing."

Wen Lan took the steering wheel and criticized Secretary Nan's parking skills.

She went upstairs in the super luxurious elevator that looked like a European crystal palace.

One elevator per household, very fast.

This top-notch luxury house is indeed expensive for a reason, enjoy it!

Wen Lan unlocked the door and entered.

It's a sunny sky outside.

But Bu Yufan's home was covered with velvet curtains, making it dark and gloomy.

Only the ambient light in the living room was dimly lit.

The soft yellow light makes this unpopular living room feel a bit homey.

But, it's only a little, no more.

Wen Lan looked around and saw that there was no one around. She thought Bu Yufan should still be sleeping.

She tiptoed to the kitchen that was full of ritual.

If she hadn't opened the seals on the pots and bowls in his house.

His kitchen is a large showroom of Chinese and foreign brand kitchenware.

Wen Lan first put the millet porridge in the rice cooker, turned on low heat and boiled it.

Then pour the peanut milk into the health pot and adjust the temperature to keep warm.

"Brother, what are you doing in the kitchen?"

Wen Lan was concentrating on her work when she heard Bu Yufan's voice from behind her.

She took a few steps toward the living room, and they met face to face at the stairs.

Bu Yufan had obviously just finished taking a shower, with a light grey bath towel loosely wrapped around his waist.

Wen Lan took a breath of cold air.

The man's abdominal and pectoral muscles were fully exposed in front of her.

Even if the indoor light is dim, the angular outlines are hard to look away.

Wen Lan let out an awkward "goose" sound.

She carefully looked up along his broad, honey-colored chest that was still covered with water droplets.

I was wondering how to explain and how to apologize.

Unexpectedly, when Bu Yufan looked at her, his eyes were no longer full of pride and indifference, without any blame at all.

On the contrary, he seemed a little happy.