My husband is cold and heartless, we are reborn and divorced

"My Lord, you are joking. You live in a quiet house and behave yourself. You focus on your official duties every day. You have your grandmother and mother-in-law at home. How can I think you are bad?"

What Jiang Wan said was all true, but the meaning was not what it seemed. If Fu Yan hadn't been like this, he would have kept himself clean.

Fu Yan had always had a reputation for being a clean person, but before she married into the family, he bought Su Liqing with great fanfare and kept her outside.

Besides, as her husband, it was normal for him not to be seen for several days, and the two elders at home were even more difficult to deal with.

If you say he is good, he is bad in every way. If you say he is bad, he is good in every way.

From this, Jiang Wan still felt that his only good looks and the way he handled official business were impressive.

Because of Fu Yan, Jiang Wanyin became a lady of a cabinet at a young age in her life.

But what's the use.

Not to mention the hardships in the mansion, everyone still looks down on him when he goes out, and outsiders all think he is getting a bargain.

Not only can she not hold her husband's heart, even her mother-in-law doesn't like her.

Isn't this all because Fu Yan didn't care about me and ignored me?

Jiang Wan looked at the man in front of her. Fu Yan was also looking at her, as if trying to determine whether what she had just said was true.

Jiang Wan was really feeling sleepy. He was writing well and would be able to finish and go to bed in a short while.

However, Fu Yan repeatedly blocked it.

Jiang Wan went to grab the ink with anger, holding Fu Yan's tense hands with both hands.

His metacarpal bones were huge, and because of the force he was using, the veins were knotted, and the blue color dotted the back of his white jade-like hand, tinged with a bit of lust, which reminded Jiang Wan of the way Fu Yan grabbed him...

Even if Jiang Wan used all his strength with both hands, he couldn't break Fu Yan's grip.

Jiang Wan was not discouraged and wanted to continue to fight with him.

I thought to myself that I couldn’t be lazy anymore. Having too little strength is not a good thing. I would have to exercise tomorrow.

The itchy spot on my waist was being pinched.

She couldn't help but laugh a few times and then her body went limp.

"Fu Yan! You are cheating! You are a scoundrel." Jiang Wan muttered.

Pinching his little arm.

Jiang Wan just felt that he had suffered a real loss this time.

We have to find a way to turn the situation around.

She sat down on the ground and squatted on Fu Yan's feet with her knees.

Jiang Wan lowered her head, and Fu Yan really thought that he had made her angry, so he squatted down to look at her.

Under the table, Jiang Wan was facing away from the light, so Fu Yan couldn't tell clearly whether Jiang Wan was really angry or not.

I really wanted to lift her face to take a look, but I saw Jiang Wan's shoulders heaving, and from time to time I could hear sobbing sounds.

Fu Yan thought he had made her cry, so he whispered to her, "Okay, okay, just keep writing."

The little person in his arms still didn't look up. Fu Yan was helpless. He had never coaxed anyone since he was a child. "You write it."

Jiang Wan saw that Fu Yan believed it and chuckled secretly.

Fu Yan hadn't realized that Jiang Wan was lying.

He took the pen and stuffed it into Jiang Wan's hand.

"Write it."

Jiang Wan then held the brush and threw it at Fu Yan, "I won't write anymore."

The ink from the brush directly stained Fu Yan's clothes black.

There were a few spots of spread ink on the clean cloth.

It does look quite good.

Jiang Wan hugged her knees, wondering why Fu Yan had to disturb her today.

Now both of them should not sleep.

Fu Yan couldn't stand anything getting on his body, and when he saw the rare ink on his clothes, he couldn't help but frown, but it was only for a moment, and he returned to his usual cold look.

"What is this for?"

Fu Yan pinched Jiang Wan's thin shoulders and asked.

"I was going to write, but you came to disturb me. Now I don't want to write anymore. You should think of a way yourself."

"I'll help you write it." Fu Yan came up with this sentence almost without thinking.

Jiang Wan glanced at Fu Yan, looking at him as if he were a fool. "You wrote? Is your handwriting the same as mine? If I send it to Brother Mu, people will definitely doubt whether it is my real handwriting."

"What do you say?"

Jiang Wan already had an idea in mind, "Aren't you from the Ministry of Justice? You must have someone around you who can draw a notice, right?"

"You want them?" Fu Yan and Jiang Wan were still facing each other. Outside, there was a faint rustling sound of wind hitting the window frame.

The ink spread further and further on the fabric on his chest.

Jiang Wan couldn't have mentioned this for no reason, so Fu Yan could only guess that she wanted her own people to do the work for her.

"Yes, lend me two and I'll return them to you in a few days."

Jiang Wan was planning to use Fu Yan's people to draw promotional pictures for his restaurant.

Fu Yan did not agree. "Although he is my subordinate, according to the rules, he cannot be loaned out."

Jiang Wan would know that Fu Yan would say this.

Pretending to be indifferent, "I guessed it a long time ago. Forget it, Master has never thought about it..."

"You are the one who wants to draw the picture. I can find one for you. There is no need to test me and trick me like this."

Jiang Wan's eyebrows jumped. Fu Yan actually saw it. Then he smiled and said, "Husband and wife don't talk behind each other's backs. Then I will wait for good news from the master."

Fu Yan glanced at the smile on Jiang Wan's face. He had no idea when his wife had become such a talkative person.

Jiang Wan got what he wanted and felt relieved.

I plan to continue writing my own letters.

Fu Yan didn't think much about it, guessing that the person Jiang Wan asked to draw the picture probably wanted someone to draw a new dress pattern for her.

These days, Fu Yan heard Sui Lin say that Jiang Wan was either having clothes made for him or watching the chef cook.

Then I went to the hairpin shop.

Jiang Wan had just grasped the pen when he felt Fu Yan's hand reaching out to pick him up.

Jiang Wan was picked up by him and walked towards the couch.

The pen in Jiang Wan's hand fell to the ground, but Fu Yan didn't care.

"Fu Yan! I haven't finished writing the letter yet!"

Of course Jiang Wan knew what he was going to do, seeing that he was neither anxious nor slow.

Jiang Wan couldn't curse.

I felt like a mad woman yelling there.

Jiang Wan was placed steadily on the couch by him.

Only the light was on on the table.

Therefore, the light on the bed side was very dim, and she could only barely make out the outline of the person pressing on her, and the eyes that were dotted with dots of light and shadow and were surging with undercurrents.

Jiang Wan pushed him and said, "Move aside, I haven't finished writing the letter yet."

This time, Fu Yan didn't say that he would write it tomorrow. Instead, he became even more shameless and directly blocked Jiang Wan's mouth.

"..."

Jiang Wan rolled her eyes and felt his light kiss.

Jiang Wan turned her head, "Fu Yan..."

"Tomorrow is busy, and the next few days are busy."

What Fu Yan meant by this was that he had to make up for the past few days' work today.

There's something wrong with you. Who does this every day?

Jiang Wan sighed, "Can't you just let me finish writing the letter?"

Fu Yan didn't know what he was thinking of. When Jiang Wan said this, he actually agreed and immediately hugged Jiang Wan and got up from the couch.

He carried her to the table.

Jiang Wan looked at the hand on his waist, not knowing what Fu Yan was going to do.

Just wait and see what happens.

I missed the last chapter (it has been replaced)... You can go back and read the last chapter. In addition:

1. This book will be updated twice a day (when do you want to update?)

2. The heroine has a golden finger

(She has memories of two lives. The first life is modern memory, where she is a diligent blogger (she has tried various tracks, but is not proficient in them. She will use these to open a store later)

In the second life, she was a hardworking mistress (but she didn’t want to work as hard as she did in the previous life. Our goal is to eat, drink, have fun and make friends)

3. Our male protagonist can... dream... He can dream about things that happened in his previous life. He not only dreams about his own perspective, but also about other people’s perspectives, including the female protagonist’s. So later on, he can understand better why the female protagonist’s attitude towards him is so cold.

4. The heroine cannot have children. She will not experience the pain she has experienced in her previous life again. As for accepting the hero, it is also very simple. The hero is handsome, has a good figure, is good at sex, and treats her well after he changes his mind. After all, he was the heroine's white moonlight in her previous life (you can leave if you don't like him, no need to tell me, I will be heartbroken)

5. If you like it, add it to your bookshelf and stay to follow the updates. I love you.