"Lu Huaijing, you...!" Nan Yan shouted in horror.
But before the following words were spoken, they were all sealed in his mouth.
Nan Yan wanted to struggle, but the man grabbed her hand and pressed it against the wall above her head.
All her movements were tightly controlled by this man.
In a hurry, Nan Yan met those eyes full of anger and lust, and she reacted instantly.
This man is really angry!
She was almost out of breath, and just when Nan Yan was about to suffocate, Lu Huaijing let her go.
The chin was pinched hard, and the man's voice was full of aggression.
"Gu Nanyan, you have become more capable, but you always bring up divorce. Is it because of Lu Weiyan?"
"No!" Nan Yan's eyes turned red and she spoke word by word: "He and I are innocent!"
Every word is like a pearl.
But Lu Huaijing sneered, grabbed her wrist with one hand, and raised it in front of her.
"Innocent? Then why did he give you such a precious ring? Gu Nanyan, when you lie, can you choose a defensible reason?"
Nan Yan bit her lip in embarrassment, tears welling up in her eyes, and her voice was choked with sobs.
"What about you? Isn't the thing you gave Song Yihuan precious? Lu Huaijing, why do you always have so many double-standard rhetoric? Since you want a divorce, then I will grant it to you. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Her voice was very soft, but it contained deep grievance.
Lu Huaijing was stunned for a moment, his hand tightening on her wrist.
"Even so, I will not allow you to have other men around you, let alone anyone to covet you!"
He suddenly kissed her hard again, his lustful hands constantly moving around her body.
Everywhere he went, it seemed like electricity, constantly stimulating Nan Yan's nerves.
She bit her lip tightly, fearing that someone would suddenly break in here, but she tried her best to endure it, but in exchange for the man's more aggressive possession.
Nan Yan whimpered. When her clothes were torn apart, she clearly realized that this man was simply afraid of being discovered!
But at this moment, there was a knock on the door.
A cloyingly sweet voice came, with a hint of probing: "Ajing, are you in there? Ajing?"
Song Yihuan knocked on the door again, seemingly unsure if they were inside.
Nan Yan's whole body tensed up subconsciously, but then, the huge feeling of humiliation made her even more embarrassed and angry.
Obviously she is Mrs. Lu, why is she forced to endure the feeling of being bullied at this moment, like a mistress, being ravaged | humiliated by this man?
Lu Huaijing ignored the sounds outside and still deepened the kiss unconsciously.
Nan Yan suddenly opened her mouth and bit his lip fiercely.
"Well……"
A muffled groan finally caught the attention of Song Yihuan outside the room.
She wanted to knock on the door even more angrily, and her voice sounded furious: "Ajing, open the door, did something happen? Ajing?!"
Lu Huaijing stopped angrily, staring at her with his dark eyes.
But in the next second, Nan Yan reached his hand behind his back and opened the door lock while he was looking at him with an almost murderous gaze.
"boom!"
The door was slammed open, and Nan Yan was pushed aside almost instantly.
Song Yihuan, who had barged in before she could control her expression, looked at Lu Huaijing angrily with a look of shock, anger and jealousy.
"Ajing, you...why didn't you open the door just now?" she asked impatiently.
"because……"
"Because I'm here too!"
Nan Yan opened the door and walked out from behind. Her carefully tied hair was messy, her clothes were disheveled and her red lips were swollen. Anyone who looked at her would think in an ambiguous direction.
"You...why are you here?"
Song Yihuan was shocked and angry, but with just one glance, the jealousy in her eyes could no longer be suppressed.
They are indeed together!
Nan Yan couldn't help but sneered when she saw how she almost lost control of her expression.
"Why can't I be here? I think I should be the one to ask you this, Miss Song! Besides, I am with my husband, do I need you as an outsider to question me?"
She had had enough of having Song Yihuan step on her face.
Especially when Lu Huaijing treated her as rudely as a plaything, it made her, an upright wife, look like the mistress!
Song Yihuan was stunned, as if she didn't expect that Nan Yan would refute her face to face.
She was immediately furious, but she didn't dare to get angry in front of Lu Huaijing.
I could only hold back my anger and hold back a few tears. I turned around and asked, "Ah Jing, is everything she... said true?"
Lu Huaijing tugged on his tie, but his dark eyes were fixed on that cold figure.
His thin lips parted, but the words he spat out made Song Yihuan despair.
He said: "Yi Huan, you go back first, I will explain to you later."
"Explain? Ah Jing, you are already like this, what else do you need to explain?" Song Yihuan couldn't help but raise her voice to a higher level.
The look with tears streaming down her face made it seem as if she was the principal who was hurt by the mistress.
When Nan Yan saw this, the sarcasm in the smile on her lips deepened: "It's really interesting. I am with my husband, and it is reasonable and legal. Miss Song, why do you act like a victim? The world is really in decline!"
The sharp words instantly made Song Yihuan's face turn pale.
She gritted her teeth, wishing that she could cut Gu Nanyan into pieces with a thousand knives, but at this moment, it was not the time to break up.
Song Yihuan looked deeply at Lu Huaijing, her tone filled with despair: "Ajing, I understand, I... won't bother you again!"
After she finished speaking, she turned around and ran out crying.
When Nan Yan saw this, he just sneered and turned to leave.
But the man behind her grabbed her wrist and said in a colder voice: "Gu Nanyan, you are really sharp-tongued. Why didn't I notice that you are so mean and mean before?"
Vitriolic?
Hearing this, Nan Yan sneered: "Why, as long as I say something about Song Yihuan, it's mean and mean? Lu Huaijing, have you forgotten that we are not divorced yet!"
Her last words were shouted almost hysterically.
Lu Huaijing was shocked, and a complex look flashed through his dark eyes very quickly.
Yes, after all, Gu Nanyan is his wife.
He closed his eyes slightly, but thinking of Song Yihuan who left in grief and anger, his tone was still tinged with coldness.
"Even so, you shouldn't say it so bluntly, Gu Nanyan, Yihuan is a patient. Is this how you usually treat your patients in the hospital?"
