Mr. He’s Daily Affections

She is... It was only at this moment that Lu Qixi asked softly.

The light was dim, but she still saw Ning Yichen's Adam's apple rolling.

My ex-wife. He spat out these three words, then held her in his arms, Don't say anything next.

Someone came in.

Lu Qixi hugged his waist and buried her in his chest without saying a word.

The man's heartbeat is fast.

This is not surprising, after all, the woman outside... is his ex-wife.

Lu Qixi suddenly remembered that when they first met, he told her that she had a wife at that time, but he and his wife seemed to be inseparable and would divorce sooner or later.

It seems that that wife is Su Lianxi outside.

…

The wardrobe is facing the big bed.

Lu Qixi heard a rich male voice ask: Where is that woman Lu Qixi? She should be here too!

Su Lianxi chuckled and said, I didn't see her! Maybe she realized something was wrong and ran away?

After she finished speaking, she suddenly cried out in pain.

Isn't it you, a little **** who let her go? Fu Haitao asked coldly.

Oh, you think too highly of me. Su Lianxi still smiled happily, I'm not so kind. If she were here, I could just pass the whip to the side. It would be so relaxing.

I wouldn't dare to measure you! Fu Haitao sneered.

Then, the voices gradually became less and less, and turned into the woman's delicate smile and the man's rough breathing.

Lu Qixi clearly felt that Ning Yichen's body gradually became stiff.

She suddenly couldn't bear to listen anymore and even wanted to cover her ears with her hands. However, when she thought about the women outside bearing all this for her, she felt that it would be too heartless if she covered her ears and pretended not to know anything.

So she still persisted, but couldn't help but bite her lip.

Su Lianxi's voice gradually became painful, and finally turned into sobs and whimpering. Fu Haitao seemed to be more excited, and kept saying dirty words in his mouth.

After a while, Lu Qixi heard a few pah pah pah sounds, like the sound of flesh hitting each other and the echo of a whip being swung.

Ning Yichen suddenly hugged her tightly and held her shoulder firmly with one hand.

Lu Qixi tried to calm her breathing, but tears still slipped from the corners of her eyes unknowingly.

…

Lu Qixi didn't remember how long she stayed in the closet, but she knew very well that for her, this was definitely the most difficult time in her life.

Maybe the same goes for Ning Yichen.

When everything calmed down, Lu Qixi even felt like she had narrowly escaped death.

Ning Yichen seemed to notice her mood swings and patted her shoulder comfortingly.

At this moment, Su Lianxi's lazy voice came from outside: You can come out now.

Lu Qixi let out a long sigh of relief. Ning Yichen opened the closet door and took her out.

Su Lianxi sat cross-legged on the bed, wearing a bathrobe, with a few scars vaguely exposed on her exposed calves. She had obviously just taken a shower, her hair was still wet, and her face was pale and delicate without makeup, but she looked several years younger than she was with heavy makeup.

Ning Yichen stared at her with complicated eyes, and he didn't speak for a long time.

In his impression, Su Lianxi always wore exquisite makeup when he saw her. This was the first time he saw her without makeup. Ning Yichen felt a little strange about her without makeup.