No divorce! Mr. Lu knelt down and coaxed him every night.

One o'clock.

Mr. Chu dialed a certain hotline in City B. After two transfers, it was in the hands of the person he was looking for. He lowered his voice and negotiated with the person... When asking for help, naturally there is an exchange of conditions.

Meng Yan, Mrs. Qiao, was standing aside.

Mr. Chu made very good conditions. Although the other party did not agree immediately, he said that he would get the result after careful consideration. Mr. Chu breathed a sigh of relief. He hung up the phone and said to Meng Yan: "If you let go, most of the matter will be settled."

Things are done,

Meng Yan's attitude softened a little: "I just offended you, so I'll help Mr. Chu and Mrs. Chu."

Her expression is soft, calm and beautiful.

Mr. Chu looked at her for a few seconds and laughed at himself: "It is my duty to serve Mr. Qiao."

What a negative thing to say.

Meng Yan didn't take it to heart. It was already late at night, so she said goodbye and left. Mr. Chu was very careful and only sent her to the first floor. He watched hundreds of bodyguards in black retreat, and one luxury car after another drove out of the house... He He also estimated Qiao Shiyan's true financial resources in his mind.

Within ten minutes, the deep house returned to peace.

When Mr. Chu returned to the study, the first thing he did was to throw away all the calligraphy and painting ornaments in the study. But he knew in his heart that throwing them away was of no practical use. His life was in Qiao Shiyan's hands. .

The place is a mess...

Mr. Chu, the most distinguished man in H City, stood in the ruins.

Panting heavily.

The study door was gently opened, and Mrs. Chu came in. She put her white arms on her husband's shoulders and was trying to persuade her, but Mr. Chu suddenly picked her up and threw her on the sofa.

Mrs. Chu's dress was torn open, and her transparent stockings were lowered to the crooks of her slender legs.

Mr. Chu unbuttoned his shirt with one hand.

The light was bright, and there was no expression on his face. He was very rough during the coupling, and he couldn't help whipping the delicate woman underneath him, and everything was shaking...

Mr. Chu stared at his wife closely.

But another kind of beauty appeared in his mind. The man looked at him condescendingly, didn't take him seriously, and what he said was even more dismissive -

[The gorgeous house, the prominent position, the well-dressed colleagues who cater to you... these will all turn into dirt, and you will turn back into the bereaved dog who lives your life carefully looking at people's faces. 】

……

Mr. Chu's face was almost ferocious, even more rude.

Mrs. Chu couldn’t bear it.

She caressed his face and asked intermittently: "Zhi Xia...what's wrong with you?"

Mr. Chu was caught off guard...

For a long time, he buried himself in his wife's neck and panted. He shook his head gently, unwilling to admit that he had been distracted just now, and he did not want to think about the beautiful spring scenery in that moment...

……

City B, Shen Zhai.

In the early hours of the morning, the lights in the study were brightly lit. Mr. Shen had already received the news that Chu Zhixia had intervened in Qiao Shiyan's case. Under the lamp, there was no expression on Mr. Shen's face: "Unexpectedly, she could actually persuade Chu Zhixia... This is for Chu Zhixia is undoubtedly walking into a dog hole."

Secretary Xu refilled his tea and advised: "The dry weather makes it easy to get angry. Drink some chrysanthemum tea to moisten your throat."

Mr. Shen picked up the tea cup, but was stunned for a moment.

He suddenly remembered the past. Every time he sat in the small flower hall, Zishan's wife would refill his tea and meekly take care of his daily life. How harmonious was the Shen family at that time?

Mr. Shen's eyes were moist, but he didn't want to show his timidity.

He pretended to be strong.

Secretary Xu advised from the side: "I know that you value Young Master Shen Xi, but you can't let yourself get involved because of this... Besides, Young Master Dictionary is still young, and his wife is also young and strong and has good fertility. She will have another child. It’s important that you take care of yourself.”

No one else dared to say these words, only Secretary Xu dared to discuss them.

Mr. Shen sat dejectedly.

After a while, he raised his eyes and said softly: "Kesheng, I am really old, and I am no longer capable of many things."

……

In City H, Meng Yan returned to the hotel.

She took off all her disguises before entering the suite. Her legs were shaking and she was holding on to the door frame with her hands to prevent her from collapsing. She said to Secretary Jin beside her: "Tonight, if Chu Zhixia has murderous intentions, I will You can't get out of that house."

Secretary Jin helped her sit on the sofa and poured her red date tea.

"Next time, it can't be so thrilling."

Meng Yan held the cup,

After a while, she calmed down and said softly: "Although Chu Zhixia agrees to cooperate, I still have to stay in H City, otherwise he will definitely find an opportunity to betray me."

Secretary Jin nodded in agreement.

It was late at night. Meng Yan took a bath and changed into comfortable pajamas and lay down to rest. The bed was very soft but she couldn't sleep well. She missed her husband in city B and how he lived in such a simple place. She was covered in sweat. hurt.

The moonlight is cold.

In the dim light, Meng Yan gently closed her eyes.

She was pregnant, so she had to sleep no matter what to protect the flesh and blood in her belly.

……

In the next half month, Meng Yan stayed in H City, and Mr. Chu could see her everywhere.

He had no chance to betray him.

This night was the annual New Year's dance in City H. Mrs. Chu was feeling unwell and did not accompany Mr. Chu to the party. After Mr. Chu delivered his speech, his female secretary accompanied him in the opening dance.

After dancing, he declined the female secretary's invitation and walked directly to the sofa booth in the corner.

Meng Yan sat there alone.

Tonight, she wore a smoky pink silk dress. Her long black hair was pulled back and she looked slender and dignified... Mr. Chu stood to one side and looked at her silently, silently comparing Meng Yan and Mrs. Chu's in his heart. shape.

Meng Yan is slender and gentle, more like a southern woman.

His wife is bright and plump, and makes men satisfied in bed.

"Mr. Chu, why don't you sit down and talk?"

Mr. Chu smiled indifferently, sat opposite Meng Yan, and then gestured towards Secretary Zhong, so that no one would come to disturb him.

Mr. Chu leaned on the sofa and squinted at Meng Yan, the way a man looks at a woman.

Meng Yan remained calm.

After a while, Mr. Chu laughed at himself: "I drank a little tonight, so let's talk about something that touches my heart! Yes, how can a person like me, who has climbed up from the bottom, be willing to be controlled by others for the rest of his life?"

"Outside, I am the majestic Mr. Chu."

"But in front of Qiao Shiyan, I am just a dog he raised...Who likes to be a dog?"

……

Mr. Chu picked up the cup and drank the liquor in one gulp.

Finally, he gently put down the cup and said in a daze for a long time: "I'll take you back!"

Meng Yan said quietly no.

Mr. Chu raised his eyes and looked at her: "Your driver was dealt with by Secretary Zhong! You don't have to be wary of me now. I intervened between Shen Ci and Qiao Shiyan... I can't escape!"

Mr. Chu stood up first.

He took the coat very gracefully and helped Meng Yan put it on.

Outside, the night wind is hunting.

The sound of firecrackers in the distance is constant, like a boiling porridge pot, very lively and full of New Year flavor...

It was dark inside the car.

Meng Yan and Chu Zhixia sat side by side in the back seat of the car.

Mr. Chu drank too much and said something he would never normally say, "The matter will come to an end in the next two days. You can rest assured and return to City B! In addition, I also know that you threatened my wife with her past photos. , but I can’t care about it..."

"She comes from an ordinary background and is not as good as Mrs. Qiao."

Mr. Chu turned his head and looked at Meng Yan intently, as if he had a thousand words to say.

Women are always sensitive.

Mr. Chu always had some sense and did not say those bastard words, and Meng Yan pretended that nothing happened.

When she got downstairs from the hotel, she held the handle of the car and prepared to get off.

Suddenly, a male hand grasped hers.

But touch and release.

Mr. Chu sat upright, looking out at the dark night, his voice hoarse to the extreme: "Mrs. Qiao, happy New Year."

Meng Yan opened the door and got out of the car.

The cold wind blew in, causing pain on the face, and also blew away any ambiguous feelings in Mr. Chu's heart.

He thought to himself that he must have drunk too much!

Until Meng Yan's back was invisible, he told his driver: "Go back to the house!"

Now, he desperately needed to release his male needs.

……

Meng Yan returned to the hotel.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Secretary Jin received a call. Qiao Shiyan would be released at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Secretary Jin was so excited: "Finally, I have been looking forward to this day."

Meng Yan was stunned for a moment.

When she came to her senses, she asked Secretary Jin to repeat the phone call.

Secretary Jin said it three times. Meng Yan was sure that Qiao Shiyan was really coming back. Her voice was choked with tears: "Then let's go back to City B now and set off immediately."