Jiao O matches 100 with actor A after the divorce

"If there are paparazzi squatting, it doesn't make much difference whether it's the front door or the side window? It's too dangerous, sir!"

Originally, I wanted to give my little wife a "surprise" on a whim, but at this moment, looking at the young wife who is obviously tender and lively, the tall actor has no momentum in front of the window, like a poor man with drooping ears and tail Big dog hook.

"I just wanted to... just make a joke."

Bo Yanchen touched Yun Jiao's serious face with pursed lips in a little bewilderment, before he could pinch the tender flesh that he had been thinking about for days, he was grabbed by the wrist.

"Come in soon?" Yun Jiao said fiercely.

Bo Yanchen inexplicably thought of the vicious look of the two silly little kittens when their soft fur exploded when they meowed at him.

After entering the room, Yun Jiao didn't speak to Bo Yanchen, but went to the cloakroom to take out a new pillow and a thin quilt, leaving Alpha to sit pitifully aside.

"I haven't showered yet." Bo Yanchen watched Yun Jiao put the pillow and quilt on the bed.

Yun Jiao: "Then sir, go wash."

Bo Yanchen: "I don't have any clothes."

Yun Jiao: "Not here either."

Yun Jiao walked around to Bo Yanchen's side to make the bed, but was caught off guard and led back with his arms around his waist.

After a few days, I finally inhaled my own scent. Alpha kept rubbing and smelling on his wife's delicate nape like a big dog, which made Yun Jiao struggle.

"It's itchy, sir!"

Bo Yanchen: "If you don't have any clothes, you won't wear them. It seems that there is no need to wear them here."

Lips pressed against Yunjiao's ears, exhaling like a fire, dyeing Yunjiao's delicate ears into a beautiful red.

Yun Jiao's face was flushed: "Sir, hurry up and wash it! I'll get you clothes, and I lied to you by saying no..."

Bo Yanchen: "If you don't believe me, there must be no clothes. I won't wear them."

"It's a lie. I don't have any clothes at all. I just want to drive me away."

With this amount of effort, Yun Jiao's anger just now disappeared without a trace, and instead she had to ask her husband to take clothes and take a bath like coaxing a child.

"It's because when I was packing my luggage, I guessed that my husband might come, so I took a few sets of clothes." Yun Jiao explained seriously, but Alpha turned a deaf ear, until he felt that he had barely drunk enough for the past few days before getting up.

Originally, he wanted to take his wife into the bathroom to wash together, but Yun Jiao ruthlessly refused on the grounds that he wanted to see how the little milk cat was doing in other rooms.

Bo Yanchen walked into the bathroom with his tail drooping, feeling that he couldn't be jealous with the milk cat.

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"...Mr. Ke..." Yun Jiao subconsciously wanted to use honorifics, but found that Bo Yanchen's aura suddenly became wrong, so he quickly changed his words, "Was it Ke Ziqian who sent it to me? Those messages?"

Bo Yanchen snorted nasally: "It's him, he has a very bad mind."

Yun Jiao glanced at her husband after taking a shower, the tail of hair was wet on his neck, even if he looked up from an angle, he could see a face that couldn't be faulted, his eyelids were closed at the moment, his expression revealed contempt.

I have to say that Yun Jiao still likes Bao Yanchen's flirtatious and contemptuous look.

He remembered seeing the comments under the trending searches a few days ago, and there were many people saying that Bo Yanchen's previous world-weary high-cold drama idiot set collapsed.

What does it matter if it just collapses or not?Bo Yanchen looked good no matter what.

It doesn't matter if you have a bad temper and love to hate others, sometimes you are completely immature like a child and you need to be coaxed, sometimes you don't listen to people's words, you are stubborn and domineering and grab Yun Jiao to do something, all of these make up Bo Yanchen is this person.

It's not just a specific person who can be generalized by using world-weary words.

"Ok?"

When Bo Yanchen saw Yun Jiao blinking at him, his heart itched unbearably, and he didn't know what his little wife was in a daze.

"Ah... But didn't I change my phone number before? How did he find it?" Yun Jiao recovered and continued the topic just now.

Bo Yanchen: "I'm not sure yet, but I can vaguely guess."

"During your time

Don't call Cen's family for now. "

Yun Jiao was stunned: "Sir, you mean... But I only called Cen's mother, she probably wouldn't..."

Bo Yanchen: "It doesn't have to be her."

Isn't there a young son who is in the way by her side?

"Pay attention to that omega in her house."

"Is Cen Xuanxiu?" Yun Jiao was a little surprised, but thinking back on his attitude towards him, it seemed that he had never been better, so it was not unreasonable to be suspicious.

Bo Yanchen brought his little wife closer to his arms: "Anyway, you continue to stay here obediently, and you will be fine soon."

And without being able to surf the Internet to avoid seeing bad comments, it must be uncomfortable to be locked up at home all day.

"Why did that thing treat you like that?" Bao Yanchen narrowed his eyes slightly as he recalled the few times he met Yun Jiao.

When the voice fell, he frowned suddenly, and quickly continued: "Can I ask?"

Yun Jiao hadn't felt it for a long time, so of course she wouldn't mind: "It's fine."

"But I'm not sure. At that time, I thought he was dissatisfied with me, saying that I wouldn't touch him... They are already considered husband and wife."

"You still say I... Nacho? Is that what you say...?"

Bo Yanchen regretted bringing up this topic, but at this moment, he just felt angry and rushed to his brain, and he just wanted to go to that bastard's house and beat him into a cripple.

Obviously feeling the muscles of the people around him tense up, and seeing her husband's veins all up, Yun Jiao had to coax him a few words: "It's nothing, I don't care anymore..."

"However, at that time, I hadn't gotten rid of the habit of growing up in the reformatory. It would be very uncomfortable without wraps on my legs."

"Stand-up collar and long sleeves, overalls and stockings are our standard clothing, and I have been wearing them for more than ten years."

"There are many rules in the reformatory. Most of the children are orphans. Everyone has been living a repetitive life that is not rich."

"So if I want to go out, I basically need to wear clothes with a stand-up collar. The unfamiliar environment outside makes me nervous, and if there is too much skin exposed, it will aggravate the tension."

Bo Yanchen listened quietly, and squeezed his little wife's hand from time to time: "I know, you would see a psychological counselor regularly at that time."

Yun Jiao nodded: "The omega who grew up in the reformation school more or less have this kind of problem, but I may be a particularly serious one, so...he can't understand me."

Bo Yanchen: "According to the average data recorded by the reformatory, most omegas stop counseling after half a year to a year, but the duration of your baby is the longest."

After Yun Jiao responded, he suddenly realized something: "Sir, did you find this kind of information?"

If it is normal, where can I expect to find these data.

Bo Yanchen coughed twice: "Well, when I first got married, I was a little concerned and searched for a lot of information."

Even this aspect has been searched.

It doesn't seem to care about 01:30.

"But you haven't seen a counselor for a long time, and you don't wear long socks anymore, which means that this problem has basically been solved." Bo Yanchen gently rubbed his little wife's soft hair with the other hand, and suddenly thought of something .

"Do you still have those white socks? I want to take a good look."

Yun Jiao didn't quite understand: "It's still there, but why do you want to see it?"

Bo Yanchen began to make trouble out of no reason: "I want to see you wear it."

"Are there many styles?"

Yun Jiao had no choice but to go to the cloakroom and take out the stack of white socks that she had put in the corner for a long time.

"There are several styles. This one is a suspender style with a ring for decoration."

Yun Jiao spread out several kinds on the bed, and began to introduce to Bo Yanchen: "This is lace, the top part is hollowed out, with lace."

"This one has a bow and a ribbon around it too."

Bo Yanchen interrupted suddenly: "I want to take a good look at how you dress."

"Why do you like to see me wear this..." Yun Jiao muttered in a low voice, while still obediently sitting on the bed and began to wear it.

At first I felt that this habit

Habits are bad, Yun Jiao doesn't hate herself wearing white socks, but after finally getting rid of them, she puts them back on again, there is an indescribable feeling.

There is no other person who likes to see him wear white socks like Bo Yanchen.

Yun Jiao has thin backs and narrow arches. The whole foot looks very small, and the toes are also perfectly curved. The soles and toes of the feet are all light pink, giving her a pampered look.

The whiteness of the legs almost caught up with the white silk, so when the fabric slowly fitted the feet and wrapped them up, there was not much difference.

It just made Yun Jiao's legs covered with a layer of mist, and the pink color of the heels and knees was lovely and tender.

Bo Yanchen was very greedy, so he asked Yun Jiao to wear white socks of different styles on both legs, the left side was lace cutout, and the right side was suspender leg ring.

The only person who can make Bo Yanchen feel that wearing socks is pleasing to the eye is Yun Jiao. Watching his little wife's slender white hands slowly tighten the fabric around the heels of his legs, and put on the leg rings, the black rings are on the snow skin. The above comparison is clear.

Even though Bo Yanchen knew that Yun Jiao's movements were slow because he was serious, he still had a secret flirting feeling.

The attractiveness is no worse than Yun Jiao calling her husband in tulle pajamas.

"Actually, you don't need to change this habit." As soon as Yun Jiao finished buckling up the leg ring, Bo Yanchen held his ankle.

"why……"

Yun Jiao's feet were grabbed, and she couldn't support herself and fell backwards. She was slowly dragged towards Bo Yanchen's body, leaving a slight depression on the soft bed.

"Do you like me dressed like this?"

Yun Jiao leaned back slightly, her thick black hair stuck to her cheeks in a mess, her wide-open eyes were wet, and her whole body exuded a charm that was too clean to induce people's impulsiveness.

Bo Yanchen: "I like it, I like whatever you wear."

Alpha's tall nose gently rubbed against his wife's calf, as if he was holding a slightly frightened young deer, but under the gaze of the hunter's aggressive navy blue eyes, the little deer trembled with longing.

"You look so good no matter what, I don't want to lose sight of you for a second."

Bo Yanchen leaned down slowly, and pressed his face against his wife's soft and warm thighs.

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Yun Jiao was woken up by the doorbell downstairs, and the incessant doorbell dragged him out of his deep sleep.

A few pairs of white socks from last night lay messily on the ground, some were torn, poor pieces of fabric.

As usual, Bao Yanchen circled Yun Jiao tightly, but the downstairs doorbell seemed as if it would not stop when no one came to open the door, Yun Jiao finally struggled out and got out of bed.

With only a shirt on her body, which half covered her lower body, Yun Jiao struggled to endure the trembling of her legs and bent down to put on a pair of home shorts.

There are many red marks on the snow-white legs, and even a few circles of teeth marks on the heels of the legs can be clearly seen.

Half-supporting the handrail, he walked downstairs slowly, and the doorbell still didn't stop.

Obviously something abnormal happened, but Yun Jiao was still immersed in the state of last night and couldn't fully recover, her first reaction was to open the door.

So when he opened the door and saw the person at the door, Yun Jiao was stunned for a long time.

It looks familiar, but I can't figure out what it should be called for a while.

Ke Ziqian himself didn't expect to enter the community so smoothly this morning, Yun Jiao's courtyard door wasn't even locked, and he just pushed it in.

It was not in vain that he stayed here a few times a few days ago.

Ke Ziqian, who kept himself well groomed, was also stunned when he saw Yun Jiao who opened the door.

What is surprising is not only the slightly loose shirt and white legs on Yun Jiao's body, but also the many ambiguous marks on the exposed skin and flesh.

Ke Ziqian's prepared remarks disappeared in an instant, and he was attacked by the offensive scent belonging to another alpha, and he choked out a sentence for a long time: "...you?"

"What are you?"

Behind Yun Jiao suddenly appeared a tall and outstanding alpha with a very impatient expression.

"Where is the garbage in front of my house?"