Thinking back to the time when they were not divorced, he had never been patient with her. He felt that she was slow to take a bath, he felt that her skin care was troublesome, and she carefully prepared a table of delicious dishes, but he only felt that she was wasting time. .....
Scenes of those long-lasting moments in life flashed back in front of him. Every scene flashed across his eyes, and his heart ached violently.
squeak——
The bathroom door opened.
Tang Qiaoer's long hair was tied up and wrapped in a white towel. Shi Shiran walked out wearing a beautiful, white and tender face, with powder puffs and moist dimples.
Shen Jingjue's pupils suddenly shrank. Looking at this young, beautiful, and plump face, his heart beat uncontrollably, and his Adam's apple rolled restlessly.
"You still look better without makeup."
"Okay, as I said last time, don't talk nonsense anymore."
Tang Qiaoer covered her head with the towel and walked to the sofa with a depressed expression and sat down, "Also, if you don't know how to praise others, don't force yourself. What do you mean, I still look good without makeup... Auntie, I She looks good at any time, effervescently beautiful, and as beautiful as a fairy."
"Yes, you are a fairy."
Shen Jingjue looked at her longingly, like Wu Gang looking at Chang'e, "I always thought you were beautiful."
"Always? How straight."
"When we were husband and wife, I thought you were very beautiful." The man's tone was particularly sincere.
"Haha. Shen Jingjue, listen to what you said. Do you believe it yourself?"
Tang Qiaoer tugged at her red lips and said with disdain, "If you really think I'm beautiful, will you not look at me for three years?"
"..." Shen Jingjue didn't dare to speak anymore. If he spoke too much, he would be wrong.
Let's slowly influence her. Anyway, now he knows that her heart is not a stone, but a mangosteen.
Everything will be fine, and the broken mirror will be reunited.
"I'm sleepy, you should go to bed quickly."
Tang Qiaoer's soft body stretched like a kitten and was about to lie down on the sofa.
There was a knock on the door, and Han Xian asked respectfully: "Mr. Shen, have you and the young lady rested?"
Tang Qiaoer frowned and was about to speak when Shen Jingjue stepped forward and said, "No, come in."
The door opens, ding-ding-ding-ding--
Han Xian and two bodyguards moved in a super-large bed sweating profusely!
It's so big that I couldn't even squeeze through the door even though I was leaning left or right. It took a lot of effort to get in.
"Mr. Shen, I bought you the bed you prepared for the young lady!" Han Xian gasped and wiped his sweat violently.
"Thank you, let it go." Shen Jingjue nodded.
Tang Qiaoer had been raised by a noble family since she was a child, and she could tell at a glance that the bed this man bought her was the same as the one she had at home, worth two million!
"Shen Jingjue, what are you doing?"
"You can't sleep on the sofa, and you don't want to sleep on my bed, so I can only buy you another one." Shen Jingjue's tone was warm and indifferent.
If she doesn't sleep well, he will feel uncomfortable.
Tang Qiaoer was angry at his decision. She got up and walked to the big bed, clenched her show fist and beat the bed hard.
Oh, so soft.
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