The ex-president was too difficult

The next day, Yun Yichen opened his eyes in a burst of headache, and it was his room that came into his eyes.

He and Gu Mingxuan's nominal home, the wedding room given to them by Mrs. Gu.

However, after three years of marriage, every time Gu Mingxuan came back, he just came back to vent his desire, and left after venting, and never lived here.

He was the only one in Nuo Da's villa, imprisoning his body and mind like a fucking prison.

The sheets and quilt were in a mess, and there were traces of last night everywhere. Yun Yichen rubbed his aching temples and leaned against the bedside to recall what happened last night.

But the memory is fragmented, he remembers everything that happened before he got drunk, but he doesn't know anything after he gets drunk.

He couldn't remember who that man was, and he didn't bother to think about it. He walked to the bathroom with his butt between his buttocks and took a pee.

Standing by the washstand while washing his hands, he saw himself in the mirror, and couldn't help but swear: "What a fucking beast, I think I'm a strawberry field, from the neck to the lower abdomen, it's like his mother was beaten by mosquitoes yesterday. That guy is a pervert!"

After thinking about it, he tapped on the faucet, leaned on his waist and walked out again.

Picking up the coat thrown by the bed, he took out his phone, and took a few close-ups of himself above the waist.

He sent all the photos to Gu Mingxuan, with a postscript: "Grass has grown on your head, let's divorce." 7

Gu Mingxuan never replied to his WeChat, but today he sent a voice message for the first time: "Wait for me at home."

Hearing the reply, Yun Yichen laughed at himself.

Sure enough, when it comes to divorce, the turtle boss is even more impatient than him!

Throwing the phone on the bed, Yun Yichen returned to the bathroom and took a comfortable hot bath.

After coming out, he wrapped himself in a bathrobe casually and went downstairs.

Gu Mingxuan came in at this moment with Yun Yiguang on his arm, and the three of them met in the lobby on the first floor.

Yun Yiguang waved his hand and greeted proactively: "Brother, long time no see!"

Looking at the half-brother in front of him, Yun Yichen was completely indifferent, and didn't bother to act with him at all, and didn't even move his lips.

Yun Yiguang saw his emotions, and deliberately hugged Gu Mingxuan's waist: "Brother Mingxuan, the plane meal is terrible, I didn't even eat, can you ask someone to buy me a fried sauce noodle? I haven't eaten for a long time I'm a little hungry."

"Okay, I'll ask the driver to buy it, and you can watch TV and take a break."

Gu Mingxuan embraced Yun Yiguang and comforted him on the sofa, his voice was a gentleness that Yun Yichen had never heard before.

Yun Yichen turned around and walked up the stairs, feeling a little sour in her heart.

It turned out that Gu Mingxuan wanted him to wait for him at home because he wanted to bring Yun Yiguang into the room. 2

It's fucking disgusting!

And what kind of trouble would Yun Yiguang, the playwright, want to make, he couldn't imagine it at all.

The so-called open guns are easy to block and hidden arrows are hard to guard against. What happened two years ago was a lesson, and now he has to guard against it.

Yun Yichen returned to the bedroom, opened the closet and took out a suit, ready to leave the house, not wanting to get entangled with those two.

In the end, Yun Yiguang followed, stood at the door of his room and knocked on the door: "I heard that I'm back, I'm surprised you didn't enter the hospital!"

Yun Yichen recognized his voice without even turning his head: "Don't fucking show your presence in front of me, you're not that capable yet."

"Hehe, so angry? Can I understand that you are jealous of me? Jealousy that Brother Mingxuan belongs to me, and jealous of his meticulous care of me. In the past two years, he has often traveled to Australia to take care of me wholeheartedly. You are going crazy with jealousy right?"

Yun Yiguang walked in triumphantly, seemed to want to whisper something, and closed the door.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Yun Yichen smiled sarcastically: "Is the relationship gained by any means reliable? Are you satisfied with seeing him hate me to the bone in the past two years? Are you happy to see him torture me? But dreaming back at midnight, you Don't you really have nightmares?"