Became the boss's sweet wife after divorce

He Shenming was destined to become a master from the moment he was born.

No matter where he goes, there are dazzling lights shining, and he is the direction pursued by countless people.

It was such a person, but Feng Yue beat him.

From his birth until he was 30 years old, no one had ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of him, let alone slap him.

To him, what Feng Yue did was no different from a shame.

However, when He Shenming raised his eyes in astonishment, what he touched was Feng Yue's cramped and flushed face.

He was short of breath, and his beautiful eyes were full of fear and anxiety.

In fact, the slap just now was unexpected by Feng Yue.

He didn't intend to slap He Shenming, but the situation at that time made him almost lose his mind. After he slapped him, the loud slap came into his ears, with a feeling of joy, but after a while, His body couldn't stop trembling.

He actually hit He Shenming, didn't he want his life!

He Shenming raised his hand, and gently stroked Feng Yue's eyes with his slender and cool knuckles, as if the slap just now never existed at all.

His lips were pursed lightly, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and an unknown smile slowly rose, his eyes were narrowed, deep but bottomless.

"For the sake of your beautiful eyes, don't do it again."

He spoke softly, with a chuckle mixed in his low voice, but there was a dangerous warning implied in his words.

Feng Yue loves He Shenming deeply, but he has awe for him in his bones.

As soon as he raised his head, he fell into He Shenming's seemingly lingering but extremely deep eyes, and an icy coolness soaked from his scalp to the soles of his feet.

He pissed him off.

Immediately, Feng Yue's lips were suddenly invaded by a chill, and the sharp fangs stayed on his lips for a moment, Feng Yue frowned in pain subconsciously.

Feng Yue understood that it was even more impossible for He Shenming to let him go this time.

He Shenming unbuttoned his jacket with ease, and his broad palms gently wrapped around his smooth waist.

He Shenming praised his waist more than once for being beautiful and attractive. When he said that, it was as if he was admiring a beautiful and exquisite handicraft, and his deep pupils were full of admiration.

The heat wave came layer by layer.

Feng Yue gritted his teeth tightly, with a complicated and painful look in his eyes, but in the end he was still powerlessly defeated by the awe of He Shenming.

The smell of floating rice filled the surroundings, and Feng Yue lay sore and tired beside He Shenming.

The heart was sore and blocked, and the throat was extremely dry.

So what if he's still sick?

When He Shenming punished a person, he never asked about the situation, only his mood.

He closed his eyes lightly, moved his elegant chin slightly, and hung a frivolous smile on the upper corner of his lips.

The palm slid gently on Feng Yue's waist, with an ambiguous and charming posture.

It seems to be satisfied, and it seems to be ridiculed.

Feng Yue's figure was stiffened by the smile on his face, and his face was pale.

After a while, he couldn't hold back, and asked, "I saw that little boy today...do you like him?"

He Shenming's palm paused slightly, and he leaned his head against Feng Yue's ear, and the hot air he exhaled gently caressed his auricle.

"Feng Yue, you have crossed the line."