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

New Year's Eve.

The Qiao residence was decorated with lights and colors in preparation for the New Year. There were several children at home so it was quite lively. In the evening, Qiao Shiyan returned early from the company's year-end party.

He had drunk some wine and wanted to take a nap.

But as soon as he opened the bedroom door, he saw his wife leaning against the sofa, holding their youngest son and breastfeeding. The heating in the bedroom was on high. Meng Yan was only wearing thin clothes, and her body was smooth and white.

Qiao Shiyan was not sleepy at all.

He stared at the spot for a long time before slowly closing the door and walking over to sit next to his wife. He reached out, gently touched his youngest son's head and asked, "How many meals a day does this kid eat?"

Only half a year old, but still strong and healthy.

He was watching from the side. Meng Yan still felt a little ashamed. She whispered, "You've been drinking, so go lie down on the bed for a while."

Qiao Shiyan hooked his index and middle fingers into the tie knot and gently pulled the tie open.

He chuckled, "Come and stay with me after you feed the baby."

Although they were husband and wife, Meng Yan still felt a little ashamed. She blushed as she agreed and urged him to lie down quickly. Qiao Shiyan teased in a low voice, "Did you think about it? So anxious."

Meng Yan kicked him and he finally behaved himself.

Qiao Shiyan was a little tipsy after drinking the champagne, and he actually felt a little sleepy while lying there... When he was half asleep, his forehead felt cool and comfortable.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw his Xiaoyan wiping his forehead.

Seeing that he woke up, she did not leave but lay down beside him, leaning gently in his arms. Qiao Shiyan was so hot that his whole body was warm, which was especially comfortable to lean on in winter.

Meng Yan hugged him and acted coquettishly: "Yu Tang was crying for food just after I fell asleep. I felt a little sleepy after feeding him."

Qiao Shiyan looked at her sideways.

His dark eyes were deep, revealing the romantic feelings of a mature man. He stretched out his hand and Meng Yan fell into his palm and was gently played with by him. When she was panting, the instigator asked her seriously: "Do you feel it?"

His skill in teasing people is first-rate.

Meng Yan really didn't mean that at first, and her breathing gradually became a little faster. When he stopped, she moved closer to his arms and took the initiative to kiss the man's chin. The hint was obvious.

She was so anxious,

The man, on the other hand, took his time. He lifted her clothes and admired her fair body...

Meng Yan felt ashamed and closed her eyes gently.

At this time, Qiao Shiyan was also at the end of his strength. He turned over and covered her, quickly unbuckled his belt with one hand and connected with her, doing the eternal thing between husband and wife.

In the evening, the sky is filled with colorful clouds.

There was no light in the bedroom, but it looked as if it was coated with a layer of colored glass, shining a hazy and beautiful light on people. Qiao Shiyan's body was covered with a thin layer of sweat. He bent his body to tease the woman in his arms, and saw that she was sweating profusely...

The woman's expression is not very pretty.

But men always like to see her out of control.

Qiao Shiyan is no exception.

Especially after they gave birth to their youngest son, he always liked to tease her and watch her blossom because of him. That was a great satisfaction for a man, even greater than physical satisfaction.

When the clouds and rain are in full swing.

There was a knock at the door. "Madam, a secretary from the Shen family wants to see you. He said that Mr. Shen Cishu has entrusted him with something important to give you."

Meng Yan raised her body and said softly, "I'll be downstairs in a moment."

Just as he finished speaking, he was pushed down by Qiao Shiyan.

Meng Yan raised her head slightly and gently stroked his handsome features, which were so slippery with sweat that she couldn't stand.

She whispered, "Qiao Shiyan won't be like this! You already have three children, and you're still jealous! What's more, the letter of resignation is mine..."

He didn't let her say.

After a rough intercourse, Qiao Shiyan leaned on her sweaty neck, his voice hoarse, "How dare you call him so intimately! Be careful or I will make sure you can't get out of bed."

Meng Yan breathed softly.

Her arms were around his thin waist, her face was close to his, and she whispered softly, "Mr. Qiao, you are already over 40 and you should cultivate your character. You still think you are a young man in his early 20s."

Qiao Shiyan moved his face, rubbed his nose against hers, and nibbled lightly.

"I can still make you scream even at 70."

"is it?"

……

The two of them exchanged a few sweet words.

Meng Yan was thinking about something important, so she pushed Qiao Shiyan to get up. She held up her slightly drooping black hair and said to her husband, "Take a nap. I'll go see him and come back to accompany you!"

Qiao Shiyan took the opportunity to make a request: "Do it again before the New Year's Eve dinner."

Meng Yan refused, but she coaxed him to be happy: "After the New Year's Eve dinner, I will accompany you after the children fall asleep."

Qiao Shiyan fell back on the pillow.

He put his hands behind his head, looking thoughtful: "Did we have too many children?"

Meng Yan answered him while getting dressed: "Don't you still want to have a daughter?"

Qiao Shiyan thought about it seriously.

He really wanted a little daughter, but with four children, Meng Yan had almost no time to spend with him. If they wanted to have sex, they would have to wait for a week, and the child might wake up crying after just a few gestures.

Come to think of it, it’s not worth it.

Meng Yan put on her clothes, looked back at him, and knew what he was thinking.

She smiled faintly and went out to meet the guests.

……

In the small flower hall on the first floor.

The aroma of tea filled the air, but Secretary Zhou had no intention of tasting it.

When Meng Yan pushed the door open, she stood up and smiled very reluctantly, "Mrs. Qiao."

Meng Yan didn't think much about it.

She asked softly, "What's the matter with Mr. Shen?"

Secretary Zhou was silent for a moment. When she smiled, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. She said, "Mrs. Qiao, there will be no Mr. Shen anymore. He has become a monk in the temple and his Buddhist name is Jing'an."

"He asked me to handle these assets before he became a monk."

"In total, there are two villas, four shops, and more than 500 million in cash... He left it to his and Miss Lin's children. Please ask Mrs. Qiao to pass it on."

……

A brown paper bag was placed gently on the coffee table.

The fragrance of tea lingers.

Meng Yan was distracted. She didn't even know when Secretary Zhou left.

She blinked slightly, unable to accept the fact.

Shen Cishu became a monk!

Meng Yan raised her face and tried to hold back her tears, but she failed in the end...

Outside the door, Qiao Shiyan stood quietly.

He already knew the news that Shen Cishu had become a monk, and he also knew that Meng Yan was sad. There was not only hatred between her and Shen Cishu, but also an unbreakable blood relationship, or even a little bit of the past that he could not interfere with. Those were the beautiful times they had spent together supporting each other. Those days were not only indelible in Shen Cishu's heart, but his Xiaoyan would also never forget them.

It’s not that he isn’t jealous, he just chooses to accept it.

Downstairs courtyard,

The first firecrackers were heard.

Qiao Shiyan walked over, hugged his wife gently and said softly: "If you really want to cry, just cry in my arms... I won't laugh at you."

There were tears in Meng Yan's eyes.

She raised her head slightly, and finally leaned on his shoulder. She was so sad that her voice was hoarse.

“In fact, it is also a relief for him.”