PDLP Chapter 145 Let’s get a divorce
Chapter 145 Let’s get a divorce
With the sound of Tu Yan's pulse on his neck, everything returned to normal and she successfully prevented the rollback.
Or……
Zhuang Xiao looked at Tu Yan's cold and sharp outline. It was Tu Yan who gave up on turning back. As for why he didn't turn back even though he was obviously unhappy... it was because he couldn't bear to part with the sweetness of the beauty in front of him.
After getting this answer, Zhuang Xiao almost laughed out of anger.
Although the process was outrageous, Zhuang Xiao got the result she wanted. Although the rollback was unconscious, Tu Yan was able to control it.
Zhuang Xiao looked contented, but Tu Yan was almost driven crazy by this extreme torture.
Looking at Zhuang Xiao's smiling face, Tu Yan was a little unconvinced, "Are you kidding me?"
"No." Zhuang Xiao tilted his head slightly, "Really."
Tu Yan looked at her naughty smile, clenched his teeth, leaned over and bit Zhuang Xiao's earlobe, grinding it hatefully.
"Ah!" Zhuang Xiao exclaimed softly.
Tu Yan reluctantly let out a breath, took a deep breath, and then decided to just go for it. He asked, "What about sex?"
"What?" Zhuang Xiao was stunned.
"How long can sex keep you alive?" The annoyed Tu Yan became shameless, kissing Zhuang Xiao's skin heavily, and asked vaguely: "I have given you thousands of little lives, can I take care of you for a lifetime?"
Zhuang Xiao, who had always been in the upper hand, couldn't help blushing after hearing these shameless words, and hit him on the back, "I don't know."
Tu Yan didn't care, "If I don't rest tonight and do it seven times a night, then your next life, and the next next life, and the next next life will also be mine?"
As he spoke, Tu Yan finally ate the piece of meat that had been hanging in front of his eyes all night. The meat was already burning hot.
Zhuang Xiao didn't have the strength to reply at this moment. He could only hug his neck tightly and cursed him as a bastard.
Tu Yan listened to Zhuang Xiao's voice and became more aggressive. He couldn't bear the blame in vain.
The confrontation between the two came to an end, but Zhuang Xiao was still thinking about one thing, trying his best to pull his brain out of the chaos, just when the two were about to reach the climax.
Zhuang Xiao spoke faintly, "Let's get a divorce."
In an instant, everything went dark.
No matter how tempting the current situation was, when the word "divorce" came out of Zhuang Xiao's mouth, Tu Yan chose to go back without hesitation, without leaving Zhuang Xiao even a moment's chance to turn around.
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Zhuang Xiao opened her eyes on the soft and wide bed. Although time had reversed, she could still vaguely feel the numbness in her body because of the passion of her memory.
Zhuang Xiao turned his head and saw Tu Yan still sleeping beside him. He didn't know whether he was dreaming or was affected by the residual emotions like her. His brows were almost knotted.
Zhuang Xiao stretched out his hand, and just as his fingertips touched his slightly raised brows, Tu Yan suddenly opened his eyes, "No!"
Then he quickly clenched her hand with such great force, so strong that Zhuang Xiao could not help but let out a slight "hiss".
When Tu Yan heard the noise, his eyes, which had been covered by a layer of fog, gradually regained focus and clarity. He loosened his hand and gently rubbed her arm, "Did it hurt?"
"Not bad." Zhuang Xiao looked at the faint sweat stains on Tu Yan's hairline and asked curiously, "Did you dream? What did you dream about?"
Tu Yan blinked, as if recalling something, "It seems to be a wet dream."
Zhuang Xiao: “…” That’s right.
Perhaps because Zhuang Xiao's expression was not very good, Tu Yan quickly added: "It's about you."
"Stop." Zhuang Xiao raised her hand to stop him. She didn't want to listen to this shameless man describing the details of his dream at all.
Tu Yan curled his lips, "It started out as a wet dream, and then it suddenly turned into a nightmare."
Zhuang Xiao's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "What nightmare?"
"I can't remember." Tu Yan frowned slightly, looking unhappy, and took Zhuang Xiao's hand and placed it on his heart, "I only remember that my heart hurt a lot, stuffy and painful, and I couldn't breathe."
Zhuang Xiao's heart softened, and she gently patted his chest and said softly, "It's just a dream."
Hearing this, Tu Yan turned over, put his long arms around Zhuang Xiao's waist, and then exerted all his strength to easily drag the person over. He used his hands and feet to wrap his wife like a clam.
His frown relaxed and he sighed, "Fortunately it was just a dream." Otherwise he would have become depressed in the future.
Zhuang Xiao was pressed by his heavy thighs so hard that he couldn't even move his legs. He could only scratch his chest with his fingers, "What are you doing?"
"Hug my wife." Tu Yan buried his head in Zhuang Xiao's neck, and his voice sounded a little muffled.
Zhuang Xiao glanced at the clock on the bedside. It was already eight o'clock. He shook his shoulders and poked his head, "If you don't get up, you'll be late for work."
Tu Yan shook his head, "I'm not going to work anymore. I'm staying at home with my wife."
Tu Yan's hair was a little hard and messy. When he shook his head, thousands of strands of hair brushed against Zhuang Xiao's sensitive neck, making it very itchy.
Zhuang Xiao stretched out his hands to clamp Tu Yan's head and ordered, "Don't move."
"Just move!"
"Not allowed to move!"
"Just move!"
……
The two of them bickered like kindergarten kids, and it ended with Zhuang Xiao rudely slapping Tu Yan on the back of the head.
Tu Yan was slapped on the head. He looked up and stared at Zhuang Xiao, looking aggrieved, "My wife is so fierce."
He was so big, and had a cold and noble look. Under his sculpture-like deep features, he made faces and looked aggrieved, which was so awkward.
Zhuang Xiao almost laughed out loud when he saw this. He rolled his eyes, remembered something, reached out to take out his cell phone from the bedside table, searched his name, and a long list of negative gossip immediately appeared on the web page.
Zhuang Xiao turned the screen of his mobile phone over and held it in front of Tu Yan.
Tu Yan was lazy at first, and he tilted his neck slightly to distance himself. When he saw the words on the screen clearly, the gentle smile on his face disappeared instantly, leaving only a fierce and powerful look. "When did it happen?"
Zhuang Xiao turned off the screen and lazily lay down on the bed, "It's been a while."
"How come I don't know?" Tu Yan looked solemn, in disbelief.
Looking at Zhuang Xiao curled up in the bed, his expression softened again, he lowered his eyes, and said softly: "It's my duty that my wife is mean to me, I deserve to be beaten."
Tu Yan grabbed Zhuang Xiao's hand and tried to hit himself, but Zhuang Xiao stopped him, "What's the point of hitting you? Go and solve it quickly."
Tu Yan didn't dare to waste time this time. He stood up quickly and put on his pants swiftly while saying, "This is for you. I'll ask Assistant Liu to arrange security personnel to maintain order in the art museum, and also let the police know."
"Don't go to the art exhibition today. Let Jiang Wei arrange it." Tu Yan reminded while tying his tie neatly as he popped his head out of the cloakroom.
Zhuang Xiao on the bed lazily responded, "Got it."
Tu Yan looked at Zhuang Xiao's calm appearance and felt relieved. Before leaving, he hugged her and the quilt in his arms.
"I love you." Tu Yan's tone was tender and touching.
"I know." Zhuang Xiao let him hold her obediently and answered softly.