Rebirth of the Giants: The Return of the Devil's Daughter

Wen Haowen was in a bad mood, so he went to a bar to drink after get off work.

Since the last time he went to the hospital and failed to persuade Ning Shuqian to divorce, he entrusted the lawyer with full authority over the divorce-related matters. After several negotiations with the lawyer, Ning Shuqian finally let go of her agreement to divorce, and he immediately asked the lawyer to redraft the divorce. protocol.

But before the lawyer called and told him that Ning Shuqian was very dissatisfied with the re-drafted divorce agreement, so she refused to sign it. He called Ning Shuqian and wanted to discuss matters related to the divorce. Ning Shuqian only said one sentence : Husband and wife for 18 years, such a little property wants me to divorce, no way!

Then, she hung up the phone!

Divorce is at an impasse, which makes him very upset.

What's more, the old man also gave him bad looks all day long, and he didn't look at him straight. He also hit a soft nail on Wen Xinya's side. During this time, he went to the hospital to see Wen Xinya almost every day, and would buy her some But Wen Xinya still treats him indifferently, showing no sign of softening.

All this made him deeply feel that his position in the Wen family was worrying.

Thinking of this, Wen Haowen became even more depressed, and asked the waiter for another glass of whiskey and poured it into his mouth in one gulp.

"Hey! Boss Wen, why do you come here to drink? Are you alone?" A sweet and soft voice suddenly sounded beside him.

Wen Haowen was a little bit drunk, and subconsciously looked towards the woman beside her. The woman's face was painted with exquisite makeup, which made her look beautiful and charming. Her eyes were outlined with light purple eyeliner, with a soul-stirring charm. In the blink of an eye, it is like water, and the delicate red lips are as seductive as roses with dew in the morning.

The tube top short skirt outlines the towering and majestic breasts, making people wonder how attractive the wrapped deep groove is. The slender waist tightly wrapped in the clothes faintly exudes enchanting curves, and the short thighs are short. skirt, revealing a pair of long legs as white as jade.

Wen Haowen's mouth was a little irritable, his eyes were stuck to the woman in front of him like they had taken root, and he couldn't move his eyes away. A certain part of his body, he couldn't help reacting, he felt that he was more excited than usual Nay.

There was no response, and the woman's voice was a bit sad: "Mr. Wen, you don't know me anymore! I'm Yang Ziyu, once...you accidentally hit my head with a folder..." She stretched out her hand white and greasy She stroked her forehead with her hand: "At that time, Mr. Wen, you sent me to the hospital yourself, and you sent me home, and you sat in my house for a while, and then approved me for two days off."

"So it's you!" Wen Haowen's memory was awakened, thinking that she was wearing a light blue professional suit at that time, she looked more and more hot, and she exuded the temptation of a uniform, he was a little dazzled at that time Fantastic, and then he thought about it for a while.

It's just that, at that time, he was still touching Fan's husband, so he didn't really think about it.

Yang Ziyu was very happy to see that he remembered her coming, and her delicate body suddenly leaned towards Wen Haowen: "Mr. Wen, I never thought you would still remember me after so long."

The nephrite jade that came in suddenly made Wen Haowen's eager mind become more and more uncontrollable, his breath was full of young women, the youthful and delicate breath made his throat tighten, and his Adam's apple slipped a few times: " Ms. Yang is such a beautiful and beautiful young lady, she will never forget it easily when she sees her."

Drunken and courageous, the unresolved concerns at the beginning have grown a bit stronger at this moment, and he has become bolder in speaking.

Yang Ziyu smiled charmingly, picked up the wine glass in front of Wen Haowen, put it to his lips and sipped softly: "Boss Wen, you really know how to make women happy."

Wen Haowen smiled pretentiously and said: "Miss Yang, what are you talking about, a beautiful woman like you, how can it be my turn to make you happy, what I'm telling is the truth."

Yang Ziyu is indeed beautiful, her hot body is comparable to Ning Shuqian's, but her delicate and youthful body is nothing that Ning Shuqian can't match.

Yang Ziyu's cheeks were reddish, and the water in her eyes was charming: "Mr. Wen, you really like to joke. We all know that you are infatuated with your wife. How can the wild flowers and weeds outside catch your eyes."

Wen Haowen watched Yang Ziyu sipping from the wine glass he had drunk. The already ambiguous behavior became more and more charming and seductive. A wave of enthusiasm rushed to the brain, and his legs hardened a little, but when he heard When she mentioned Ning Shuqian, she was a little unhappy.

Yang Ziyu put her hand on Wen Haowen's shoulder, and her fingertips stained with cardamom were strangely seductive: "Mr. Wen, you came to the bar to drink alone, did you encounter any unpleasant things?"

Wen Haowen's complexion sank again, he picked up the wine glass that Yang Ziyu put in front of him, and poured the rest of the wine Yang Ziyu drank into his mouth, thinking that Yang Ziyu had drunk it, his stomach tightened again.

Yang Ziyu's hand gently slid onto Wen Haowen's back, and his fingers gently carved the shallow groove of the spinal cord on his back: "Could it be because of the reports about your wife Ning Shuqian in newspapers and magazines before?" It was a bit uncomfortable to widen her eyes Confidence: "Are those reports true? Your wife Ning Shuqian really..."

Wen Haowen was so depressed that he didn't speak, and took another sip of wine.

Yang Ziyu said a little angrily: "Mr. Wen, you are infatuated, but your wife is so ignorant of cherishing, hurting you, Mr. Wen, and making such a handsome and high-spirited man, Mr. Wen, come to the bar to drink and get drunk."

Yang Ziyu's coquettish murmurs of nephrite confused Wen Haowen's mind, and when the words touched his heart, he felt depressed again, grabbed the wine glass and drank it again.

But this glass of wine was a bit too much, he drank it quickly and hurriedly, the high-purity alcohol instantly choked into his throat, his throat was dry and painful, and his chest and lungs were filled with heart-piercing burning.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Wen Haowen bent over and coughed heart-piercingly.

Yang Ziyu was very nervous, and kept stroking his vest with her soft hands: "Mr. Wen, are you okay?"

Wen Haowen coughed for a long time, and gradually regained his strength, but those soft and greasy pair moved to his chest to comfort him: "Mr. Wen, how are you? Are you feeling better?"

The sweet voice rang in his ears, and the hot and humid breath irritated his sensitive ears. Wen Haowen's body froze, and the hard object between his legs couldn't help but set up a small tent.

"Cough, cough, cough..." He couldn't help but pretended to cough, and suddenly got up and bumped into Yang Ziyu.

Yang Ziyu's body staggered, and was pulled by Wen Haowen whether it was intentional or unintentional, and she sat on her lap, and Wen Haowen's hoarse coughing voice came from beside her ear: "I'm very uncomfortable, I have a private room here, help me I'm going back to the private room..."

The buttocks were stiff and hot, Yang Ziyu's body barely softened, and her voice became softer and softer: "Okay~"