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"Wen Liang, behave yourself!"

Qi Ye held back his anger and suppressed the woman who was dancing with joy.

After a long while, just when Qi Ye thought he could let go of her, she suddenly bit his lips and looked at him softly. "Big brother Qi, I'm warm."

When the water flowed through her nose and mouth, the woman, who had just been sleeping, suddenly came out of the bathtub and coughed violently.

Qi Ye helped Wen Liang wipe his face, then helped her to ease his back.

However, before he could finish his comforting gesture, a warm slap was suddenly sent towards his face.

"Are you trying to kill me?!" She looked at Qi Ye with her round, warm eyes.

Even though he knew that Wen Liang was drunk, Qi Ye couldn't do anything to her.

However, the woman who had just slapped him suddenly reached out her hand towards his face.

Qi Ye reacted quickly and grabbed onto Wen Liang's wrist: "You're planning to slap him on the side, and he's looking for a sense of balance here?"

Wen Liang shook his head, he looked at Qi Ye with his charming eyes, and suddenly cried, and wailed: "You don't want me anymore, and want to kill me? Big brother Qi, how can you hate me so much? I don't mind what kind of relationship you have with Yue Lan, I don't mind if she bears your child, I don't even mind if you let her give birth to your child. "I don't mind about anything. I love you so lowly, I don't beg you to love me, but why, why did you kill our baby, why!"

Qi Ye released her warm hand, and her warm raised hand fell down again. One punch, another punch hitting Qi Ye's chest.

Once she was drunk, she would expose the softest part of her body.

The words that were hidden in the depths of his soul that he didn't dare to bring up. At this moment, everything became as it should have been.

Her heart-wrenching cries seemed to want to tear the roof off the whole villa.

Qi Ye only gently stroked her back again and again.

When her crying finally died down, he helped her dry up. Then he carried her out of the bathroom.

A soft white towel wrapped around her petite body.

Compared to before, she was much skinnier.

The once round chin now looked thinner. On his palm-sized face, his long eyelashes seemed to occupy a large proportion of his face.

After gently covering her with a soft blanket, just as Qi Ye was about to turn around and help her put on a set of clothes …

However, he didn't expect that Wen Liang, who had just calmed down, would suddenly reach out and grab his sleeve.

Her expectant gaze fell on his eyes, as if gently urging him to stay.

Qi Ye still turned around and sat on the side of the bed.

The sunken mattress signified Qi Ye's approach.

Wen Liang abruptly grabbed his neck and pushed him down. Then she wrapped herself in a towel and straddled him.

"Say, what's so great about you? Why are you doing this to me? Why should I feel sad? " As he spoke, he reached out his hand to tug on Tang Wulin's tie, his movements somewhat wild. "I'll sleep with you today, you'll be in bed with me!" I want to see if you dare to wander around in my head day and night in the future! "

"..." In Qi Ye's memories, he had seen Wen Liang shamelessly and shamelessly, had even seen her pretend to be a good girl in order to curry favour with him, had also seen her acting like a little rogue who was fighting with others like a wild child, and had even seen her bent over becoming a good wife for him.

However, he didn't have such crazy memories in his memory like the one he had after getting drunk.

The current Qi Ye felt like he was a warm and cold, most beloved stewed chicken, prepared to be eaten by her anytime and anywhere.

Based on his current, warm and indifferent attitude, it was highly likely that he would not be left with even a single scrap.

The tie had been torn off, and she was now wrestling with the buttons of his shirt. Long white fingers tugged and tugged at him, intent on taking off his shirt.

She was still so naïve. Who said that she would sleep with him, that she would start with him taking off his clothes?

Qi Ye held onto his warm waist, preventing her from falling off the bed accidentally.

After being played around with her for a while, Qi Ye was really afraid that if this continued, the person who would lose control sooner or later would become him.

He protected the woman's waist with his hands and turned around to push her down. Her white hands were still twisting around his buttons. However, those eyes that were as clear as a deer's eyes were now staring at him in a daze with fear.

"Enough?" The man's magnetic voice echoed in the quiet room.

The slightly uptick in the tail caused Wen Liang to suddenly feel wronged.

He twitched his nose and pouted as he said, "I don't want a divorce …"

"I know." Qi Ye replied in a very gentle voice.

"I know." He gently looked at her face, his gaze loving.

Wen Liang's eyes turned red and he pursed his lips, "I hate you... Qi Ye, I hate you! "

"I know." He patiently answered her and coaxed her.

Eventually, he coaxed her into slowly closing tired eyes, and then she peacefully fell asleep. Only then did Qi Ye gently let go of her hands.

He got off her and gently embraced her.

He clasped her hands tightly and then pulled her into his embrace from behind. The woman's soft long hair, with a natural fragrance of shampoo, lingered in his nose and breath, making him feel extremely at ease.

The night in the villa was very quiet, and one could almost hear the rustling of the leaves outside the window.

That night, Wen Liang had a dream. In his dream, she was still Qi Ye's wife.

She dreamed of her villa in Jinnan, with its beautiful wicker chairs in the yard and a white swing next to them.

The swing was wrapped with beautiful vines and the golden leaves of the ginkgo tree slowly floated down and landed on the swing. Then it floated over and blended into the green lawn.

There was a pile of building blocks lying on the grass and a young boy was sitting on the grass. He was facing Qi Ye and using the building blocks to pile up the castle.

She carried a plate of fruits and sat on the rattan chair, carefully peeling them.

Qi Ye looked back, and smiled in her direction.

He was wearing a white shirt, just like she remembered him. Even though he was sitting quietly, he was as beautiful as a masterpiece made of ore …

The dream was so beautiful, so beautiful that Wen Liang didn't want to wake up.

If the sunlight outside the window wasn't too dazzling, she might still be able to stay in this dream for a little longer.

The sunlight outside the window pierced her cold face. She frowned, then opened her sleepy eyes.

After staring blankly for about half a minute, Wen Liang finally reacted.

No wonder she had such a strange dream. Wasn't the place she was in the villa of the Jin Nan Hao Garden?

Wen Liang couldn't remember what had happened last night. All her memories were of the moment before she had gotten drunk.

The sound of water flowing could be heard in the bathroom, bringing the warmth back to his soul.

Qi Ye!

Just by thinking about it, it was obvious that the person bathing in the bathroom early in the morning, was Qi Ye.

Wen Liang panicked, a panic he had never experienced before.

Her IQ immediately went online, so she lifted the quilt and looked around. She couldn't find the clothes she wore yesterday, so she could only tiptoe over to the wardrobe.

Yue Lan had just passed away, it was impossible for him to not have a single piece of clothing left.

She carefully pushed open the wardrobe door and was surprised to find that the entire wardrobe was filled with new fashion.

From underwear to shoe bags, everything was available.

Different seasons, different styles, different colors, different types …

But she had the same model, her model.

Without much time to think, Wen Liang grabbed a set and changed it.

Then, he looked in the direction of the bathroom door with guilt. After confirming that Qi Ye had not come out yet, Wen Liang ran downstairs barefooted.

He walked downstairs with a guilty conscience, opening the shoe cabinet to see if his shoes were still there.

In the end, she couldn't find her own shoes. Instead, she found seven or eight exquisite flat shoes.

She knew that Yue Lan was wearing thirty-seven yards of shoes, but she was still thirty-six.

He didn't know why Qi Ye would prepare so many thirty-six yard pairs of flat shoes, but Wen Liang casually took out a pair and put them on. Then, he ran out of the villa's entrance as if he was escaping.

At the entrance, a black Bentley stopped right in front of the entrance of the Jinan Courtyard.

The car door opened, and a little guy wearing black overalls and a cute flat cap walked out.

Behind him was a woman in her forties, crying out anxiously, "Young master, young master said you can't come here today …"