After divorcing Mr. Jingfenba [Transmigration Book]

"Then you are really cruel." Yan Yixu said to Tang Chi with a sigh.

"You really play a lot," Tang Chi frowned, "What's wrong with me?"

Yan Yixu plausibly said: "You don't care if I have sex with others, but I care more and more about you having a husband."

Tang Chi remained expressionless: "And then?"

Tang Chi was wearing a casual shirt. As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Yixu moved his fingertips and unbuttoned his chest: "Then I'm curious, how many times a week do you and your husband have sex?"

Zero times... Tang Chi said nonsense: "It's only three or four times. What, you hate me for being dirty?"

Yan Yixu chuckled: "Of course not, I was just thinking about how to make you feel better about that kind of thing."

"You can shut up." Tang Chi rolled his eyes, "I don't think you need to arrange such a long-term goal for yourself. The first step, please face me first, OK?"

Otherwise, it's always just talking on paper, which is very interesting?

Yan Yixu's fingers stiffened, he gritted his teeth and smiled and said, "Baby, you are really different."

Tang Chi's head was full of black lines, this accent was really unbearable.

Five minutes later, the waiter came up with two bottles of wine.

Yan Yixu, a young expert at home, was cooking in the kitchen. Tang Chi opened the wine and sat at the dining table waiting for him.

Meanwhile, his eyes accidentally fell on the wall-mounted mini bookshelf.

There is a comic book on the bookshelf called "Killer Rabbit".

It was exactly the same as what I saw at Yan Tong's house.

After leaving Yan Tong's house last time, Tang Chi searched the Internet curiously, but he didn't find any information related to this comic.

"Where did you get that comic book?" Tang Chi asked.

Yan Yixu took off his small apron and put the dishes on the dining table: "I drew it myself when I was 15 years old. I originally printed two volumes myself, but on my 17th birthday, I lost one copy."

Was it taken away by Yan Tong?Tang Chi: "Did you create the content of the comics yourself?"

Yan Yixu didn't answer right away, but sat lazily beside Tang Chi, propped his head on one hand, and looked at Tang Chi: "You seem to be very interested in this comic book."

Tang Chi smiled slightly: "No, I'm just interested in everything about you."

After getting along with each other just now, Tang Chi basically figured out the routine.

To deal with a coquettish person like Yan Yixu, you have to be more disgusting and disgusting than him.

Yan Yixu really didn't expect Tang Chi to say such a sentence suddenly, and he was taken aback for a few seconds before he came back to his senses: "Do you still remember the dream I told you just now that I have been living since I was 17? The content of this comic , is the detailed portrayal of that dream.”

Hearing this, Tang Chi suddenly felt that there seemed to be a special connection between the three personalities of Yan Yuchen.

"Don't be dazed, eat quickly, we still have important things to do after eating." Yan Yixu gave Tang Chi a meaningful look.

Tang Chi: "..."

Does this person really want to sleep with him?

After eating and taking a shower, Tang Chi's guess became a reality.

Tang Chi went to Yan Yixu's room to borrow a hair dryer, and Yan Yixu lay coquettishly on his side on the bed: "Do you like the front or the back?"

Tang Chi didn't understand for a moment: "What front and back?"

Yan Yixu raised his eyebrows: "If you look at you from the front, or look at you from the back."

"..." Thank you, I don't like any of them.Tang Chi rubbed his hair, "Where are you going tomorrow?"

According to Yan Yuchen, Yan Yixu would not disappear until at least five o'clock in the afternoon on Sunday, and Tang Chi had to watch him for these two days.

"It's been a long time since I went out to play, and I'm going to go to the beach tomorrow." Yan Yixu narrowed his eyes, and reached out to grab Tang Chi's waist, but Tang Chi slapped him open.

"I'll be with you." Tang Chi plugged in the hair dryer, blowing his hair.

When the blowing was normal, Tang Chi's cell phone rang suddenly.

The incoming ringtone is "Rabbit" by MattDuke.

The melody was sad and gentle, and Yan Yixu's originally relaxed eyes suddenly froze, and his pupils gradually lost focus.

All the blood and guts are exposed

(Blood and internal organs are fully exposed)

Yourspirit as has been begging to leave

(Your spirit keeps begging to escape)

Sorun, littlerabbit, run

(so go, bunny, go)

run, littlerabbit, run

(Let's go, bunny, let's go)

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"Hello?" Tang Chi put down the hair dryer, and the moment he connected the phone, the director's voice came from the opposite side.

"Tang Chi, is Boss Yan with you?" the director asked.

Tang Chi glanced at Yan Yixu who was lying on the bed, and said tiredly: "Yes, may I ask him for anything?"

The director smiled and said: "It's nothing wrong, I just called Mr. Yan just now, but he didn't answer. I'm a little worried, so I want to confirm with you, Mr. Yan is better now."

Tang Chi: "Director, don't worry, he's fine."

"That's good, that's good." The director suddenly lowered his voice, "I already know about your marriage to Boss Yan, but don't worry, I've blocked the news in time, and the media won't hear about it. "

Tang Chi almost forgot about it. Hearing this, he smiled lightly: "Thank you so much, the director. We are married in secret. We didn't want so many people to know about this matter from the beginning."

Moreover, there is less than a month left, maybe he will leave, and now it is revealed, I am afraid that it will be very troublesome at that time.

After hanging up the phone, Tang Chi turned his head and found Yan Yixu sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking at him paranoidly.

"What do you keep looking at me for?" Tang Chi laughed, "I know I'm pretty, but even if you look at me again, I won't sleep with you tonight."

After finishing speaking, he was about to turn around and go back to his room when a gloomy voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Xiaochi, I've changed my mind."

Tang Chi's hulking body shook, this tone, this tone...he turned around stiffly.

"Xiaochi, you know that I like you, you shouldn't dress like this to seduce me." Yan Tong said coldly, "I might not be able to control myself if you dress like this."

While talking, Yan Tong got out of bed and walked towards Tang Chi.

Tang Chi retreated subconsciously, but within a few steps, he was squeezed against the wall by Yan Tong.

Yan Tong's slender fingers penetrated into the belt of Tang Chi's nightgown, and with a light hook, the knot that was not so strong at first fell apart automatically.

"Black underwear," Yan Tong looked down at Tang Chi's place, "I like it."

Tang Chi quickly grabbed his nightgown, feeling like dying in an instant.

Isn't it time for Yan Yixu to appear? Why is Yan Tong here again? !

Yan Tong grabbed Tang Chi's hand, turned him over abruptly, and pressed him against the wall.

Tang Chi's chest was pressed tightly against the cold wall, and he couldn't help moaning: "Yan Tong, what are you doing?"

"I didn't do anything, I just wanted to check if Xiaochi smelled like Xiaochi's husband. Xiaochi is the cleanest person in the world. I want to protect you." Yan Tong said, lifting up Tangchi's nightgown.

Tang Chi was dumbfounded, brother, what are you doing?

"Yan Tong, don't, you, you, you are too young to do such a thing." Tang Chi said incoherently.

Brother, stay away from me, I'm afraid!

"Age is not a problem." Yan Tong finished speaking lightly, and when he bullied him, he did not forget to coax in a low voice, "Don't worry, Xiaochi, I will check it, she is very gentle, don't be afraid."

Tang Chi quickly said: "You don't know, my husband is not good, there is something wrong with that, he has never fucked me before, so I am very clean, I don't smell anything, I don't need to check, I really don't need to check."

Yan Tong's eyes were gloomy and paranoid: "I don't believe it."

Tang Chi: "..."

The author has something to say: Maomao eats badly today, has vomiting and diarrhea, and has a fever.

There will be one more later.