Mr.Ling,Let's Get Divorced

Straight and slender thighs, a grasp of the water snake waist, chest is not small round Xiangyan picture flashed from his brain like a movie. Qi Yanjun felt that he was ready to move again. He immediately lowered his curse.

Damn it!

The clattering sound of water lasted more than half an hour before it stopped. LAN Yue also had her clothes on. She leaned on the head of the bed and watched her naked body come out. Qi Yanjun, dressed calmly, was busy, ashamed and angry.

Qi Yanjun slowly buttoned up the shirt cuff links, every move was elegant incomparable, LAN Yue turned back, the fatigue on the face was firmly replaced, she gently opened her mouth, "Qi Yanjun, I want to talk to you."

Qi Yanjun looked at her, still lazy smile, eyes but cool eight degrees.

"I know what you want to say. Take back your careful thinking, LAN Yue. People always pay a little price for doing wrong."

LAN Yue's hand under the quilt clenched into a fist.

Isn't she paying enough?

"I just don't think it's interesting to go on like this. You --"

the beautiful piano music interrupted her persuasion. Qi Yanjun put her finger on her lip, made a shush action to her, and then picked up the mobile phone on the computer desk and answered.

I don't know what was said there. His expression changed obviously. "Wait for me for 20 minutes."

He grabbed one side of the suit coat, opened the door, left LAN Yue's cry behind his head and strode away.

LAN Yue looked at the empty door and leaned back.

Can let Qi Yan Jun change face of person, also only Xu miaoyong one?

Twenty minutes later -

in the villa area south of Haicheng, a black Lamborghini slowly drove into the downstairs of a luxurious villa.

The car stopped, the door was opened, and the expensive black men's shoes fell on the ground. Then, Qi Yanjun's long and straight legs extended out.

The servant waiting outside the villa welcomed him and called respectfully, "Qi Shao!"

"Well, how is she?" He asked lazily, but Qi Yanjun strode up the steps, took off his suit and handed it to the maid on one side.

"Miss Xu has a bad stomachache, but we have already contacted Dr. Chen." The servant bowed and followed Qi Yan Jun's back step by step, walking along the road.

"Well." Should a, the man jumped directly across the living room, to the bedroom upstairs.

Beige curtains fall down to block the glare of the sun outside the window. On the British style big bed, Xu miaoyong, dressed in lace pajamas, is delicate and moving, and the gaunt color on his face is faintly visible.

Qi Yanjun sat on the edge of the bed, let her grasp his palm, the outline of the face seems to have no too much expression.

"Stomachache is the manifestation of unstable fetal image and insufficient Qi and blood. During this period, Miss Xu only needs to keep calm and calm, and don't get angry. If you feel unwell again, please call me at any time."

The young man at the edge of the bed was wearing a white coat. He neatly packed up the inquiry box and put the medicines one by one. Only then did he take off his mask and showed a face as warm as jade.

"Qi Shao, I'll leave first."

"Good." Qi Yanjun nodded, "I will send the check to your office, please!"

"Qishao, you are welcome!"

Seeing Doctor Chen carrying the medicine box and leaving, Xu miaolung's eyebrows moved slightly.

She didn't even think about it. Her thin white fingers pulled Qi Yanjun's sleeve, and her voice wanted to cry with tears, "Yan Jun! I almost thought that I was going to lose this child! "

Li Hua's tearful little face came into view, and Qi Yanjun calmed down.

His eyes fell all the way to Xu miaoyong's lower abdomen, and the radian of the tail of his eyes Rose. Suddenly, he asked meaningfully, "do you care about this child?"