Became the boss's sweet wife after divorce

Feng Yue closed his eyes, pressed his lips tightly together, his scalp felt numb, and then his throbbing heart gradually became numb.

Anyway, there is always a person named Ah Jing living in He Shenming's heart, even if there is another person now, what does it matter?

Obviously... Obviously he doesn't need to care, obviously he can still act as he didn't know anything like before.

That's right, it's fine to pretend that you don't know anything, anyway, he and He Shenming are truly legal couples, and the others are the ones who can't see the light.

Feng Yue just lay quietly beside He Shenming, without saying a word.

When he was quiet, he was like a well-behaved cat. Soon, He Shenming's hand reached out again, wrapping him in his arms.

His chin rested lightly on Feng Yue's shoulder and neck, and the warm breath fell on his neck, causing his body to tremble.

"Okay, you should be content. You are the only one who has been able to climb into my bed in the past few years."

His voice was very soft, and it fell into Feng Yue's ears lightly, like sweet words of love.

But immersed in Feng Yue's heart, it seemed so straightforward and cruel.

So what if they were married?

He Shenming has always loved only his body.

For He Shenming, what is the difference between Feng Yue and a bed partner?

When he is in a good mood, he will tease him casually, say some soft love words, let him taste the taste of sugar, and then produce too many unrealistic fantasies and expectations.

Once Feng Yue said something wrong, he would have no scruples, ruthlessly and cruelly smash all his dreams, and tell him not to be too greedy.

Feng Yue curled her body into his arms and pressed it tightly against his chest, as if only by doing so could he absorb the slightest bit of warmth from his body.

The next day.

He Shenming left early.

When Feng Yue woke up, there was nothing but ice and cold around him.

Feng Yue walked out of the bedroom. Jingjing had been waiting outside for a long time. When she heard the movement, she swayed her round body. It was obviously so lazy, but its bright eyes were full of anticipation.

"Meow~"

Jingjing wrapped around Feng Yue's feet, entwining him with cold calls, calling coquettishly.

Feng Yue shook his head amusedly, squatted down, hugged it in his arms, and rubbed its head while chuckling: "The guy who sees the wind and the rudder, Shen Ming didn't see it when he was at home. You are so clingy, everyone knows that I am the best to bully."

After a while, Feng Yue poured some cat food and a few dried fish into Jingjing's cat bowl.

With the delicious food, Jingjing couldn't wait to jump out of his arms with joy.

Feng Yue's fever has subsided, but his voice is still a little hoarse.

After washing and just changing his clothes, he heard the sound of the doorbell.

"Ding dong, ding dong..."

The doorbell rang loudly, Feng Yue walked to the door, gently grasped the door handle and opened the door.

Unexpectedly, the little boy in front of him was holding an insulated box in his hands, and after quickly looking at Feng Yue with his eyes, he had a warm smile on his face.

"Mr. Feng, hello, I'm the resident upstairs who just moved in, and my name is Yi Yun."

When Yi Yun laughed, two pointed little canine teeth leaked out of his mouth, innocent and cute.

Feng Yue's indifferent gaze swept across his pair of bright eyes. Looking closer, he felt that Yi Yun was somewhat similar to himself, especially these eyes.

"Mr. Feng, I am a friend of Mr. He. I was able to move upstairs to yours thanks to Mr. He's help..."

Yi Yun's words were closely related to He Shenming.

Feng Yue spoke lightly, and interrupted him in a low and cold tone: "Is there anything you can do for me?"