After the divorce, the salted fish beauty has a cub

The brass wall lamp radiated a warm yellow light, covering his body like a layer of lustrous golden veil. Gu Jian leaned wearily on Cheng Xijue's arms, half-closed his eyes, his fluffy eyelashes were indistinct, as if he was asleep.

Cheng Xijue told a few fairy tales in a low voice, but he didn't hear him criticize for a long time. He lowered his eyes to see his quiet side face, and the bridge of his handsome nose was plated with a circular arc of gold line, which gave him a sense of exquisite timelessness.

But the loosely opened collar of the nightgown is not so abstinent, the exposed collarbone is warm and greasy, the dark blue veins are dormant under the skin, and the collar on the chest is scattered and arched, and you can see the splendor of spring clearly just by lowering your eyes.

Cheng Xijue glanced casually, buried his nose in Gu Jian's dark hair, took a few deep breaths, and said in a low voice, "Gu Jian, you are such a treasure."

"You're such a pervert." Gu Jian lazily replied word by word.

Cheng Xijue turned his head and met his tired and squinted eyes, "Aren't you asleep?"

Gu Jian sat up, pulled up the blanket on the bed and draped it over his shoulders, "I couldn't sleep because of your noise."

Cheng Xijue said seriously: "It's getting late, it's time to rest—where shall I sleep tonight?"

Since he made the floor for the first time in the room, he would find various reasons to stay every night, turn on the lights, pour water, cover the quilt for Gu Jian who got up at night, get up early and go for a walk, anyway, he can always find someone who stays here. reason.

The atmosphere was warm tonight, and he wanted to take it a step further. Instead of making the floor, he would sleep on the bed with his wife and children in his arms.

Gu Jian looked at him indifferently, and asked knowingly, "Oh? Where do you want to sleep?"

Cheng Xijue unbuttoned his shirt, lay down slowly on his back on the bed, looked up at him with a smile, and said in the gentle tone of the story just now: "At the end of the story, the third child, Lulu, slept in his own brick house, with his two elder brothers. live happily together."

The corners of Gu Jian's mouth curled up, and there was a shallow smile on one side, inexplicably a little bad, "You're not like the third child, you're like the boss who built a house out of grass."

"Where does it look like?" Cheng Xijue raised an eyebrow and asked.

Gu Jianhan said in a cold voice, "My mind is full of grass."

Double entendre.

Cheng Xijue caught him off guard and got up to hold him down, and threw him onto the bed. With his warm and firm abdomen against his round and arched pregnant belly, he measured him condescendingly, and reprimanded him solemnly, "I'll tell you a fairy tale, Did you quote it like that?"

The 1.9-meter tall man was pressing on him, even if Cheng Xijue controlled the distance, but the sense of strength covering the fragile belly was extremely strong, Gu Jian subconsciously stretched out his hands to protect the belly, his beautiful pupils stared at him, the whites of his eyes were clear and indifferent, "Otherwise? "

Cheng Xijue bent his back and painted his brows and eyes at close range, "You are so skinny, you need to be disciplined."

Gu Jian wanted to kick him out of the bed. Cheng Xijue gained experience after suffering a lot from him, and when he noticed his knee-bending movements, he stretched his thighs and methodically suppressed his knees, making him unable to move, so he could only be obedient. Lying down and being teased.

"Cheng Xijue, get up." Gu Jian resolutely gave up resisting, with a lazy and peaceful expression, and raised his chin to signal him to get up.

It's ridiculous to say that it's the first time to call him by his first name. During the marriage, he used the address "Cheng Zong" to maintain a sense of distance. During this time, you come and go, and you don't want to mention his name at all.

Cheng Xijue paid no attention to the last three words, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down under the light, "You scream really nicely, please scream more."

The distance was too tight, and there was no way to hide all the reactions of the body. Gu Jian turned his face to the side and leaned against the soft mattress, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and said helplessly, "You are so fucking perverted."

"The crime of filthy language is a higher class." Cheng Xijue pronounced the sentence solemnly.

Gu Jian raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, and said casually, "Let the police discipline me."

Cheng Xijue leaned close to his white and soft ear, and said in a serious tone, "Zaipi will slap your butt next time."

The warm breath made the tips of the ears turn red. Gu Jian shrank his neck, closed his eyes, and said two words from his light-colored lips, "Sleep."

Cheng Xijue's lust/desire was greatly satisfied by him, he propped his palms on the bed and wanted to get up, he loosened his grip on Gu Jian, and kicked on his thigh unexpectedly, accompanied by severe pain, Gu Jian's clear voice was neither urgent nor slow to ask -

"Do you want me to call a few more times to cheer you up?"

Cheng Xijue didn't expect him to make a fool of himself. He lowered his head, giggled, took off his decent shirt and put it on the bed, and walked into the bathroom with his shaved upper body. The clear muscle lines on his back were perfect and beautiful, and his dormant blood was throbbing. sense of power.

Gu Jian lay down in a comfortable position, looked at his back lazily, and said coldly, "Remember to clean the wall when you're done."

boom--

Cheng Xijue closed the door forcefully to express his dissatisfaction with his harsh words.

As the days passed, Gu Jian was leisurely and peacefully at Gravity Company. Given his close relationship with Cheng Xijue, the work assigned to him was sporadic. He bought a few parenting books, read books in his spare time, and learned how to take care of children.

During working hours, the company has a line of bodyguards on the ground floor to keep guard. Song Liang is not idle these days. The famous educator has returned to his hometown and is invited to give lectures in various universities. to gain favor.

There are not a few people who have been subjected to Song Liang's mental manipulation over the years, but no one has ever dared to stand up and testify. Song Liang's public image is excellent, and those who are weak and weak come out to accuse the sick behavior of professors who are full of peaches and plums, and no one will care at all. .

What's more, as long as people who have been mentally manipulated have a natural fear towards Song Liang, they are afraid that if they get close, they will fall into the trap again and cannot break free, so naturally no one will stand up.

At this moment, Cheng Xijue was sitting on the sofa in the counseling room, holding a porcelain white coffee cup with one hand, "My friend once fell into a mental trap, and an emotional manipulator who was good at manipulating people's hearts was his teacher. I guess this experience It had a profound effect on him."

The consultant pondered for a moment, and summarized today's statement: "Your friend has a mother with a strong desire for control, a teenager who has experienced ups and downs, and a sick teacher. In this case, I still suggest him to come and sit for a while."

"He wouldn't want to come."

Cheng Xijue put down his coffee cup, raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "He said his life was like a puddle of mud, and he gave up any resistance."

The consultant observed his expression and said seriously: "As your consultant, I can't give your friend any advice, but I'm curious, are you trying to pull him out of the quagmire?"

Cheng Xijue got up, took out the mobile phone in his suit pocket, and sent a message to the driver, without looking up, he said, "I never thought he was in the quagmire, so why pull him out of the quagmire?"

The consultant was surprised and said worriedly: "But your friend's situation——"

"It's not easy for him to be alive. He's just tired and needs to rest. It's okay to take a longer rest." Cheng Xijue said lightly, and put the phone back into his pocket.

Today's time is up, and I'm going to Gravity Company to have dinner with Gu Jian at noon, so I don't have time to waste time. He pushed open the door of the consultant's room, and his phone buzzed and vibrated in his suit jacket.

Cheng Xijue, a bodyguard placed downstairs from Gravity Company, quickly slid across the screen and asked bluntly, "Where is Gu Jian?" The bodyguard hesitated for a moment and said cautiously, "Director Gu and his colleagues just went to the mall. We are looking around near Gravity Company. I got Song Liang's license plate number, and I'm sending someone to watch him to ensure that he won't meet Director Gu."

Cheng Xijue hung up the phone, and took the elevator downstairs with no expression on his face. In the parking lot, Song Wei opened the rear door. He didn't even look at it. He opened the driver's door and commanded coldly to Assistant Gao: "Come down."

Assistant Gao hurriedly got out of the car and sat in the back row with Song Wei. The two of them had a keen sense of smell, and it seemed that something serious had happened.

Cheng Xijue stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the wind and thunder all the way. The speed of the luxury sedan was already fast, but without any restrictions, the instrument panel turned violently, and the pointer tended to explode.

Assistant Gao and Song Wei looked at each other, and hurriedly buckled up their seat belts.

Gravity Company was not far from the medical institution, and the car blew past like a storm, but within 5 minutes, it was blocked at the entrance of the underground parking lot.

Under the pale light of the dome, several tall and strong bodyguards surrounded the gentle Song Liang. Most people would have been shocked when they saw this situation. Song Liang smiled without changing his expression, and raised his hand with ease, facing Cheng Xijue came over to say hello.

"Mr. Cheng, long time no see, how are you doing?"

Cheng Xijue pushed the door and got out of the car. The long legs under the suit pants were clean and neat. The bodyguard stepped aside consciously. The tall and straight figure stood in front of Song Liang. pressure.

"I reminded you, don't let me see you again." Cheng Xijue blocked the light on the ceiling with his back, and the black shadow pressed Song Liang's face, saying every word.

Song Liang smiled, his voice was slow and dignified, "I came to see my students, and I didn't want Mr. Cheng to see me."

Cheng Xijue stared at his face, took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose and stuffed them into his breast pocket, "Don't challenge my patience, you know very well, I hate you very much."

Song Liang's smile faltered for a while, and then his smile deepened, "Mr. Cheng is a respectable person, and his position is unattainable. I'm just a teacher. Even if you want someone to kill me, there are plenty of people who are willing to help you."

After a pause, Song Liang looked at Cheng Xijue's cold expression, and said righteously: "Fairness is in the heart, my students in the political and business circles will uphold justice for me, and my actions can stand the scrutiny of the law, but Mr. Cheng, do you want to stand the scrutiny of the law for what I did?"

"I know you are very angry. Anger is a good experience." Song Liang patted Cheng Xijue's tense shoulder, kindly like a loving father, "Gu Jian hates me more than you, but he has nothing to do. I am innocent, and hurting me will only make you regret."

After saying this, Song Liangla sat in the driver's seat under everyone's icy gaze, poked his head out and smiled at Cheng Xijue, "Mr. Cheng, send my regards to Gu Jian."

The bodyguards standing in front of the car looked at Cheng Xijue and asked him if he wanted to continue to stop the person. Cheng Xijue looked calm and raised his hand to signal to get out of the way.

Song Liang waved his hand politely, and drove the car up the slope towards the underground parking lot.

Everyone's faces were not very good-looking. Song Liang's words were resounding. In a society ruled by law, Cheng Xijue has nothing to do with Song Liang. A son of a wealthy family like him holds a lot of power. Once he gets involved in a criminal case, he will It's the big news in the society. Netizens criticize and spittle people can drown people.

Song Wei has been with Cheng Xijue for the longest time, knowing that the boss is rational and restrained, and just about to say something to ease the atmosphere, Cheng Xijue suddenly opens the side car door and sits in the driver's seat, staring at Song Liang's car over the parking pole and disappearing into the surveillance camera in the area.

He slammed on the accelerator, the motor roared deafeningly, and the car sped out. The exit of the parking lot and the curve were tens of meters away from the monitoring blind spot. Song Liang made a lot of sense.

But there was a miscalculation in one sentence, Cheng Xijue had long since lost face.

The empty curve was like a horn, infinitely magnifying the huge roar, and Song Liang's heart skipped a beat, he stepped on the gas pedal to get rid of following, the dark car in the rearview mirror was like a dormant cheetah, recklessly rampaging away Come!

All of a sudden, Song Liang jumped out of the driver's seat, was dragged back by the seat belt, and hit his head on the blown airbag. The piercing pain was accompanied by dizziness.

The ear-piercing roar became louder and louder, Song Liang's limp body slammed forward again, and the car on the rearview mirror in his blurred vision backed up again, gathering strength to hit it again.

The rear of the car hit flat as if being crushed by a crane, Song Liang was almost overwhelmed by this force, and vomited profusely, the vomit contained the blood from the viscera, he was as embarrassed as a lamb being slaughtered .

When his consciousness was in a slump, he regretted for the first time that he had offended the wrong person. Who would have thought that the seemingly graceful nobleman was an out-and-out lunatic!

Song Wei, Assistant Gao and the bodyguards ran up all the way, and they knew what was going on when they heard the noise above, and shouted at the top of their lungs in a messy voice: "Mr. Cheng! Mr. Cheng!"

Cheng Xijue pushed open the mottled and sunken car door, stepped out of the car with big strides, walked up to Song Liang's dilapidated car, tore open the door and dragged the limp man out, slammed on the car body, and looked down at Song Liang , suppressed his anger and said: "I didn't touch you last time, do you really think you care about stock prices and news reviews?"

Song Liang was smeared with his own vomit and blood, and slid down the car in a shapeless manner.

He was pulled up again by Cheng Xijue, he gritted his teeth deeply, and the words popped out from between his teeth, "I don't want to have another shortcoming in Gu Jian's eyes that I can't control my emotions. He is worried, and I don't want him to see your name appear in his life again."

"I don't want him to be disappointed in me. I've done too many things to disappoint him." Cheng Xijue's voice gradually dropped, and he slowly withdrew his hand. Song Liang slid down the car limply and fell into the is a dusty field.

"Mr. Cheng..." Song Wei called out from behind in fear.

Cheng Xijue raised his head and took a deep breath, his Adam's apple rose and fell violently, and said in a hoarse voice, "My brakes failed, call someone to deal with it."

"Okay." Song Wei was silent for a few seconds, walked up cautiously, pointed to his forehead, "Mr. Cheng, you are bleeding, we have to go to the hospital."

Only then did Cheng Xijue feel hot liquid coming from his forehead, and leaned over to lift the rearview mirror, the shards of the windshield cut a few centimeters wide opening on his forehead, and there were fine scratches on the bridge of his nose and lips, Bright red blood flowed all over his head and face, like an evil spirit climbing up from hell.

He licked the blood on his lips, glanced at Song Liang who was fainted on the ground, "Draft a business trip document and send it to my wife, and tell him that I have been on a business trip recently."