After the divorce, my ex-husband was entangled with me

Zhao Yiran was stunned for a moment, then laughed at himself and pulled one corner of his mouth, "There is not a single truth in your mouth, Lu Qinglin once said that he doesn't care that his family is weaker than ours, what happened?"

Zhao Yiran didn't know why she said such sour words to Liang Yue.

It may be that Lu Qinglin has polished off all her good temper.

That's why Zhao Yiran didn't care about what she should care about in front of Liang Yue.

If time goes back again, facing a man like Lu Qinglin who is ambitious and not clever at all.

Zhao Yiran should still be fooled by Lu Qinglin's rhetoric.

Even if it starts all over again, the 20-year-old Zhao Yiran has no ability to understand people, nor the ability to understand people's hearts.

Not to mention the ability to predict the future.

It's too late to say anything now, she and Lu Qinglin should be exhausted, both of them are exhausted, and maybe the face of the Zhao family will be ruined as well.

The elevator door opened, and the oncoming air-conditioning cold wind made Zhao Yiran shiver, and his face gradually turned pale.

Liang Yue took off his coat and stuffed it into her arms, "What kind of demeanor do you want? Your husband doesn't look at you. You look so good-looking, who are you trying to seduce?"

Liang Yue is not a serious person, he doesn't care about the occasion at all.

His eyes wandered wantonly on Zhao Yiran's fair skin and uneven curves.

"You are free to dress, even if I don't wear it, it has nothing to do with you."

Zhao Yiran's back was getting colder after being stared at. Putting on his coat, the faint woody fragrance of it permeated his nostrils, as well as Liang Yue's body temperature and man's breath.

I don't know how to describe the feeling at this moment.

It's not the warmth of a sunny boy, nor the absolute coldness of Shen Wan's ex-husband, nor the hypocritical enthusiasm of Lu Qinglin.

Liang Yue gave Zhao Yiran the feeling that he was walking in the middle of alternating cold and hot.

It's so dangerous that people can't help but want to find out.

Of course, no matter how much curiosity Zhao Yiran had, she knew that in her situation, it was not suitable for her to have too much interaction with Liang Yue.

If the two had a close relationship, it would be bad for Zhao Yiran and Liang Yue.

At the door of the room, Zhao Yiran reached out to pull the suitcase.

Liang Yue didn't let go of his hand, but instead became more determined, holding onto the luggage handle with all his strength.

He pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"This is not my home. Besides, do you think it's appropriate for me to invite you in this kind of place?"

Zhao Yiran's rationality told her that Liang Yue could not be allowed to enter this door today.

Although Zhao Yiran never really slept with Lu Qinglin.

She also understands the relationship between men and women. In a place like a hotel, lonely men and widows can easily misfire even if they have nothing in their hearts.

And if she invites Liang Yue, does it mean that she also expects something to happen?
Liang Yue snatched the room card from her hand, raised his hand and swiped the door open, and he pushed the suitcase inside.

"I never think about whether it's appropriate or not."

The words quickly spread in the air.

Before Zhao Yiran could answer, Liang Yue put a hand through her waist and took her into the room.

The door is closed.

Then, she was pushed against the door by him.

Because the key card was not plugged in, all the light in the room was blocked by heavy curtains.

In such a dim environment, Zhao Yiran saw Liang Yue's eyes staring at her like hunting.

The hot air from Liang Yue's nostrils hit Zhao Yiran's face violently. The heat wave hit her skin, burning the reason she should have.

Liang Yue's thin lips approached her nose, and slowly spit out each word, "Is your husband treating you well?"

His hands pressed against Zhao Yiran's body, which greatly restricted Zhao Yiran's range of motion.

No matter how close the two bodies were, Liang Yue never touched Zhao Yiran an inch.

Zhao Yiran was annoyed by the ambiguous distance, and pressed her body stiffly against the door.

After hesitating for a long time, she asked casually, "So what if it's good? So what if it's not good?"

When Lu Qinglin was sober, he didn't beat or scold him.

Except not going to bed.

Lu Qinglin would not object to what a husband and wife should have, what a husband should do, or Zhao Yiran's request.

It's just that there is only the name of marriage, and there is no reality of husband and wife. This kind of marriage can be regarded as such. Does Lu Qinglin treat her well?
Even if Zhao Yiran can pretend to be a wooden person without desires, only she knows in her heart that she also has the most basic needs as a human being.

She also hopes that her husband can be like ordinary people, even if he is a little lewd, he will be better than now.

He was wrong, Lu Qinglin was lustful, and under the skin of a modest gentleman, he was actually a perverted devil.

Zhao Yiran once received a DVD from Lu Qinglin's mistress.

Across a screen, Zhao Yiran had never known the crazy and violent Lu Qinglin inside.

In front of her, Lu Qinglin hid all his true humanity and acted as a puppet without a soul.

The reality is so ironic, God gave her a lot, and took away a lot.

Now Liang Yue wants to ask her, is Lu Qinglin treating her well?

Good or bad, it has nothing to do with Liang Yue!

He is a stranger, why should he dictate her life.

Liang Yue didn't want to hear her talking nonsense at all. Zhao Yiran didn't give a positive answer immediately, so there was no need to ask any more questions.

He moved down a bit, and put his mouth on Zhao Yiran's lips accurately.

Feeling Zhao Yiran's panic, but didn't intend to push him away.

Liang Yue no longer had the intention to stop, and the strength of his mouth increased a little, and his body was naturally attached to hers.

A woman's body is always soft, making people want to sink into it.

Liang Yue's kiss is not just a taste, his kiss is the same as his person, when he treats what he wants, then he will leave his own mark.

Just like male animals in nature, Liang Yue has a strong sense of territory.

Zhao Yiran has never come into contact with such a man.

The last kiss with Lu Qinglin, which can be regarded as an intimate contact, was still two years ago.That was when Zhao Xinran was booing, Lu Qinglin was forced to peck Zhao Yiran.

Not really a kiss, more like a gesture of courtesy.

And Liang Yue...his technique is very good, every advance and retreat seems to be under his guidance, Zhao Yiran quickly throws reason and morality into the darkness where there is no light.

Occasionally, Zhao Yiran would be secretly surprised when she got a chance to breathe. It turned out that she was so hungry and thirsty.

Shouldn't she be guarding the faces of the Zhao family and guarding Lu Qinglin like a jade?
At this moment of succumbing to desire, is she still the same Zhao Yiran?
Just when Liang Yue's hand was about to slip in from under the hem of the clothes, he felt the stiffness of the woman's body.

Liang Yue trembled all over, he stopped the next action that should come naturally, and whispered in her ear, "Zhao Yiran, do you dare to fall into the abyss with me?"