Mr. Lu, I am pregnant with your little ancestor

With his cold personality, he wouldn't reveal a single word of what he didn't want her to know, just like three years ago.

She raised her head and looked at him, her heart rising and falling violently, softly inciting his body, his muscles tensed, and the strong desire was like an overwhelming force, fiercely impacting his last line of defense of reason, and soon it would He was crushed.

He couldn't control it anymore and bowed his head to kiss her.

His kiss shot through her body like an electric current, making her tremble slightly.

She was in a daze for a while, but the next second, a burst of shame and anger rushed to her forehead.

She clenched her teeth suddenly and bit his lip.

He groaned and relaxed slightly. Taking this opportunity, she pushed him away and said, "Don't touch me. I'm not your wife anymore. You have no right to touch me again!"

I don’t want to divorce Yi Jing, don’t want to remarry her, and still want to touch her, no way!

What is she, a doll that can come and go at a moment's notice?

She opened the door and was about to leave, but he stopped her again and pulled her back into his arms.

His strong iron arms circled her slender waist, and no matter how hard she struggled, she could not break free.

She was so angry that she punched and kicked him.

"Let go of me, bastard!"

His big hands held the back of her head, forcing her head onto his shoulder, his thin lips attached to her ears, and the sound came out of his mouth and into her ears.

"Even if we are divorced, you are still my woman. Don't let other men touch you. Just wait for me to come back!"

return?

What do you mean?

Her mind was confused by him again, as if she was making a mess.

Before she had time to think deeply, the red lips were pressed hard by him again.

His kisses were so wild and so crazy that she quickly fell into a state of hypoxia, her mind went blank, and her body was as soft as a marshmallow. She couldn't think, nor could she exert any strength to struggle. She could only Let him take whatever he wants.

Her sweet breath enveloped him one by one, making him completely out of control. All his worries and all his sanity were burned away by the fire. He just wanted to take her to sink with him, and to linger until the end of time.

……

The midday sun shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

An Qi gradually woke up from her drowsiness. The bones in her body seemed to have been disassembled and reassembled, and she was in constant pain.

The thought of being tortured by her bastard ex-husband all night made her feel ashamed and angry.

After picking up the clothes scattered around and putting them on, she couldn't wait to escape from Lu Zhai, but her back ached, her legs were weak, her steps staggered, and she couldn't walk fast at all.

"Master, do you want to stay for lunch?" the servant's voice came from behind.

An Qi was a little embarrassed and subconsciously pulled down her collar to cover the bruises on her neck.

She and Lu Junyan have already divorced, and having another relationship is not a glorious thing.

"I am no longer the young lady of the Lu family."

"The old lady has told me that you are still the young mistress in the Lu residence." the servant said.

An Qi squeezed out a smile from the corners of her stiff mouth, with a hint of bitterness in her smile, "I'm going to leave first. Say hello to the old lady for me."

The servant nodded and said: "The young master has gone to the company. He said he has asked for leave for you today. You don't need to go to the company. You can rest at home."

"Okay, I know."

An Qi was embarrassed and wanted to hit the wall. She came out of Lu Zhai and got into the car before she breathed a sigh of relief.

This beast, Lu Junyan, looked like a hungry wolf that hadn't touched meat for a month. She couldn't count how many times he had bitten her last night, and there was still a dull pain between her legs.

Couldn't Yi Jing and so many little women satisfy him?

When she thought of the scene of him and Yi Jing being intimate, she felt scratchy and uncomfortable, as if her toothbrush had been taken away by someone else and she still used it.

She suddenly felt sick.