So much so that the posture of the two of them was particularly weird.
The soft and fragrant breath circled back and forth on the Adam's apple of his neck.
His silence was acquiescence. Wen Nian put a hand down to his tie and gently pulled it open. His method could not be described as skillful.
Next step is the shirt.
Cheng Yansheng's shirts were all custom-made from abroad. The materials were of excellent quality. She pulled them open against her palms.
The man had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He opened his eyes and remained motionless, focusing on all her movements.
His eyes were piercing, revealing deep and undisguised disgust.
It's like looking at a tattered piece of clothing.
Wen Nian endured the congestion in her throat: "Don't look at me like that, I know what I'm doing." She hated herself even more than Cheng Yansheng.
He looked at the woman's smart face with a longing posture.
Not annoyed or angry: "Then continue."
Cheng Yansheng knew what Wen Nian did next. She had been taught well by him over the years.
She even raised her lips at the same time and kissed his Adam's apple.
His eyes were closed, and he fell into concentration.
After a long time, a Mi Mi voice sounded in my ears: "This time I have considered it a safe period, and there is a high probability that there will be no accidents."
Sanity returns, but it only takes three seconds.
Cheng Yansheng opened his eyes and frowned when he saw the white spots on his pants.
Wen Nian knew that he had mysophobia, so he put on his clothes and took out a tissue to wipe him clean carefully.
In the carriage, there was a strong atmosphere of ambiguity.
The sensitivity of her body allowed Cheng Yansheng to clearly search for a piece of information, which was innocent.
"Divorce is not an option. If you want money, I can give it to you."
Wen Nian felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave: "Cheng Yansheng, you put your pants up and don't recognize anyone."
Her fierce face looked like she wanted to bite him.
Cheng Yansheng was naturally not afraid of her, and said lightly: "Before this, did I say that I agreed to divorce? You were the one who jumped on her first, and you did it too."
In the meantime, he hasn't promised anything.
Wen Nian was too impatient and just wanted to get him to agree, so he was confused for a moment.
After calming down, she leaned back and lazily pressed against the car door: "You don't love me, shouldn't divorce be what you think about most?"
The man chuckled.
He still said in that indifferent and distant tone: "Wen Nian, am I a refuge? You can come when you want and leave when you want."
His words were like punishment from heaven, making Wen Nian breathless.
She got up from the car seat, paused for a moment, and went to pull the car door.
"I'll go back by myself."
Cheng Yansheng's cold-bloodedness once again made her realize: this marriage is a prison.
She was kept in captivity and could not fly.
Cheng Yansheng gave her status, glory and wealth, but he broke her wings.
There was not much noise about Wen Nian's arrest.
At least the Cheng family didn't know about it. I don't know whether Cheng Yansheng blocked the news.
But that night, the news that Wen Nian had moved out of the wedding room spread like wildfire and reached the ears of the Cheng family.
There was no way to hide the beating at the bar.
One o'clock.
Cheng Yansheng came to Wanhai Hotel to catch her, his face still full of frost.
In early April, Harbor City was as cold as an ice cellar, and a bit of wind could sting the bones of the face.
She was dragged into the car by him all the way to the hotel.
Wen Nian felt cold and in pain. The thin knitted sweater he wore could not protect him from the cold, and his calves to his abdomen were stiff from the cold.
"let me go."
She struggled hard.
Cheng Yansheng was a man, standing at 1.87 meters tall. He stood in front of her like a heavy shadow, covering most of her body.
He leaned over and looked directly at her with his eagle eyes: "What do you want to do?"
Wen Nian pressed the car door with both hands and refused to get in the car: "I want a divorce."
"Why are you divorcing me?"
She was completely speechless.
Cheng Yansheng raised his face and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know how much money your mother has taken from me over the past three years, overtly and covertly?"
My heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Wen Nian heard him say: "Wen Nian, if you really want to settle a score with me, you won't be able to settle it for the rest of your life."
She looked directly at the man who was less than half a meter away. His face was stern, and there was sweat on the tip of his straight nose.
A man's good looks are ruthless and dangerous.
"How much?" Wen Nian squeezed his dry throat.
"Thirteen million."
This amount is too large.
As soon as the words fell, Wen Nian's tense emotions seemed to be instantly ignited.
She said solemnly: "I have only asked you for money five times at most, and each time it was only one million yuan. How can I trust you when you just open your mouth?"
Cheng Yan is used to meeting people without changing his expression.
There was no trace of anything on his noble face.
He opened his thin lips lightly and choked out a trace of ridicule: "Do you think she won't ask me to get it privately? I'm afraid you don't know, I just gave two million three days ago."
Song Xinci is indeed this kind of person, and she can do such things.
Wen Nian's teeth chattered: "It's empty talk. I want the account book."
In the three years of marriage, Cheng Yansheng kept detailed records of every money the mother and daughter took from him, just for the day when she could settle the account.
"I will ask Wei Zong to sort it out and give it to you."
