Became the boss's sweet wife after divorce

Feng Yue is not a temperless person, but his temper has been smoothed out by He Shenming in the past three years.

It rained in Yancheng for a whole day.

After taking the medicine, Feng Yue's fever subsided a lot, leaving a low-grade fever.

When He Shenming came back, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

While he was changing shoes at the entrance, Feng Yue was sitting on the sofa in the living room, teasing Jingjing.

The scene is warm and interesting.

"Meow..."

Jingjing was teased by him and called out comfortably, with a round body and a lazy demeanor, she was about to melt Feng Yue's heart.

Looking at the scene in front of him, He Shenming's deep and indifferent eyes could not help showing a little more peace.

After changing into soft and comfortable slippers, he walked towards Feng Yue.

Feng Yue was still teasing Jingjing, but his movements were a little stiff. Although his mouth was grinning, his bright eyes seemed a little cramped.

He Shenming just looked at the person and the cat on the sofa, silent.

Feng Yue originally waited for him to come back to discuss the divorce, but when he came back, he didn't say anything. Could it be that Zhou Yuan didn't convey the words to him?

No, Zhou Yuan must have said it, and he definitely didn't take it to heart.

That's right, the only people and things that can make He Shenming take care of him are the person named Ah Jing and his job.

Or maybe, now there is another young boy in his heart, after all, there is no him.

After a long time, He Shenming gently put his coat on the sofa, and then handed it to Feng Yue with a plastic bag.

"I bought the medicine for you, don't make trouble."

When he opened his mouth, his voice was as low as ever, and when it fell on Feng Yue's heart, it always made his heart tremble uncontrollably.

Feng Yue stretched out his hand to hold Jingjing in his arms, and while rubbing its fat head, he raised his head, with a smile on his lips, and a clear smile in his eyes.

"So you saw the WeChat message I sent you?"

He Shenming could hear the amount of sarcasm in Feng Yue's words.

But what He Shenming couldn't tell was how much grievance Feng Yue had hidden in his heart.

He Shenming smiled lightly and raised his hand, gently stroking Feng Yue's cheek, there was a cold smile in his dangerous eyes, but his voice was so affectionate.

"I didn't dirty myself, don't be mad."

After all, after three years of marriage, this was the first time Feng Yue proposed to divorce him.

So He Shenming rarely has such patience to coax Feng Yue.

But touching his stern eyes, Feng Yue's heart trembled uncontrollably, he didn't love him at all, coaxing him was just a whim.

He Shenming's hand gently stroked from his cheek to the corner of his eye.

He really fell in love with Feng Yue's bright eyes that always showed shyness.

He Shenming lowered his head, and gently kissed Feng Yue's eyes, and then he began to search for Feng Yue's pale and dry lips.

"You made me lose face in front of my secretary, and now you should make it up to me."

After speaking, his kiss landed on Feng Yue's lips without hesitation.

Feng Yue's body trembled uncontrollably, and embarrassment overflowed from his eyes.

"I don't, it's just that you have checked your seat with a guilty conscience."

If he hadn't done something like that, why should he feel ashamed?

He felt that he had lost face in front of his subordinates, so what about him?

When He Shenming embraced a newcomer in front of the entire box and said that he was having a temper tantrum, did he take his face into consideration?

But He Shenming smiled with great interest: "Sophistry."

After all, his kiss became more and more wanton and intense.

Feng Yue knew that He Shenming didn't need to lie to him, if it wasn't dirty, it wasn't dirty.

Anyway, He Shenming didn't love him, and there was nothing in him worth trying to keep.

But even if he didn't have anything to do with that person, that person must have some specific value in He Shenming's heart.

After all, this was the first time that He Shenming spent the night outside with a man in the three years since their marriage, and it was also the first time that He Shenming settled a home for a man.

Feng Yue really wanted to tell himself that He Shenming was acting as usual, but He Shenming's strangeness couldn't fool him.

Jealousy, grievance, embarrassment... All kinds of complicated feelings lingered in his heart.

However, He Shenming did not intend to let him go.

He Shenming loves Feng Yue's eyes, and is obsessed with Feng Yue's body. The factors of restlessness have already sprung up in his body, and his hands have also penetrated into Feng Yue's clothes.

Feng Yue closed his eyes tightly, feeling all his dignity being trampled to pieces by He Shenming like an ant, and a tear fell silently.

He raised his hand and slapped He Shenming hard on the face.

"He Shenming, you are enough! I'm still sick!"