The Second Marriage Was Spoiled By The Boss

Chen Xu was shocked when he walked into the villas covered by green trees.

She never knew that there was such a small group of villas in a place as expensive as gold in the city center.

The wall covered with ivy and the tall trees planted on the inside seemed as if a green barrier blocked the sight.

Dozens of villas are located in this green area. The lawns are small and beautiful, and the fountains and sculptures are also exquisite and elegant.

Zhang Qian's villa is in the quietest position inside. White hedges are surrounded by vine plants that Chen Xu ca n’t name. Flowers bloom and green grass is a bit too beautiful.

"Well, class division is too obvious," Chen Xu couldn't help but sigh.

The neighborhood of her home is on the university campus, and it seems to be quiet and comfortable. Compared with this villa group, it looks like a slum.

"Like here?" Zhang Qian smiled and tightened her waist, "how about we move here to live?"

Zhang Qian usually lives in an apartment near the company, which is convenient for commuting. It is basically idle here. Occasionally, a party or the like is used.

"Don't." Chen Xu immediately refused.

Before marriage, she would not live with Zhang Qian. Not to mention Tong Tong, what's going on with her boyfriend living in her boyfriend's house?

Zhang Qian pressed the password to go in, and Chen Xu's eyes widened suddenly.

The entire living room is decorated with white roses and pink hydrangeas, and the light of the crystal chandelier reflects on it, beautiful and fresh like the pictures in the movie.

"It's beautiful!" Chen Xu reached out and touched the petals of the hydrangea. "Specially prepared for me?"

Zhang Qian knew that she liked white roses and hydrangeas.

"Of course." Zhang Qian bowed her head and kissed her, "Hungry? Go to eat first."

Zhang Qian specially invited the hotel's chef to cook. The meal was just put on the table, and the two of them hurried back.

The steward left with two chefs, and now there are only Zhang Qian and Chen Xu in the house.

The long table was covered with snow-white soft tablecloths, and the delicacies were in the middle of the flowers. The crystal goblet is shining, and the red wine has been awakened.

The pair sat and started eating. Zhang Qian's stomach had not been cured and he could not drink. Chen Xu drank half a glass of red wine by himself and refused to drink any more.

"No, I can't drink anymore, my face is hot." Chen Xu touched her face, her cheeks were hot and should have become red.

Under the soft light, her face appeared a faint blush, and the tip of her eyelids and nose were stained with peach, but her lips were bright and dazzling.

Zhang Qian felt itchy in her heart and teased her deliberately. "This bottle of wine is my treasure. You don't drink it, so let me drink it. Don't waste it."

He took Chen Xu's cup and took a long drink.

"Hey! You can't drink!" Chen Su stared at him anxiously. "You're not going to die, are you?"

Zhang Qian smiled and pointed at the cheeks he had bulged, signalling Chen Xu that he hadn't swallowed.

Chen Su thought he was going to spit it out, and he tore a few paper towels to urge him to spit it out.

Zhang Qian shook his head and leaned forward to catch Chen Xu's neck.

Chen Xu hadn't responded yet, Zhang Qian's lips had blocked her lips, the mellow and astringent wine had been crossed into her mouth, and her warm lips were entangled with her, satin-like soft and sweet.

Chen Su was instantly confused.

Maybe it was the effect of alcohol, and she kissed him passionately. Unable to hug across a table, the feeling of itching on the boots was even more terrible.

A sip of wine was slowly swallowed by Chen Su, her cheeks became more pink and delicate, and her eyes were silky and attractive.

Zhang Qian walked around the table and walked to her, and hugged her without a word.

After pulling Chen Xu's legs around her waist, Zhang Qian held her and walked towards the large sofa in the living room.

"I'll go by myself." Chen Su was afraid that his wound would crack and could not bear to let him hold him.

Zhang Qian refused to put her down, and he bit her ear gently. "You'll be better, I will save effort."

In front of the big sofa was a thick white carpet, soft long hair was smooth and supple. Chen Xu and Zhang Qian kissed from the sofa to the carpet, and from the carpet to the sofa.

Zhang Qian was enthusiastic, and Chen Su gradually gave up resistance. Looking at Zhang Qiansheng's appearance, the body should be able to bear it. Just be careful not to touch the wound.

"Go upstairs." Zhang Qian's voice was hoarse.

Chen Su understood what he meant, the bedroom was on the second floor.

She was weak and refused to refuse him, and did not want to refuse him anymore. Zhang Qian is hot, why isn't she?

Her body had long been awakened, and she longed for him.

The two-piece conjoined baby usually went up to the second floor, and kissed as soon as they entered the room. The shirt was half faded.

Zhang Qian was gentler and stronger than Chen Xu imagined.

The wound that was not fully healed did not prevent him from playing, and Chen Xu was surprised to find that he was better than she imagined.

Deep and shallow, every action has won her heart, and can meet her deepest hidden needs.

She and him are like two-tailed fishes, playing and chasing in the warm blue waves.

Chen Xu has never tasted such wanton joy. For example, in a swing at a height of several hundred meters, every moment is frightening, every time screaming, but so heartily, the heartbeat reaches the limit.

She was rubbed round and flattened, and then rubbed round and rounded, and finally she lost shape and turned into a puddle of water.

She was so harmonious with Zhang Qian that Taohua met the stream and Fawn met the deep forest.

More perfect than perfect.

Almost at the end, Chen Xu fell asleep.

She was so tired that she didn't have the strength to take a bath, and didn't even have the strength to open her eyelids to look at Zhang Qian.

She only knew that Zhang Qian kissed her.

It was already early the next morning when the sun shone on her face through the screen, and she was woken up.

Chen Su rubbed his eyes before realizing they had forgotten to close the curtains last night.

Fortunately, there is a distance between the villas, and tall trees block the view. The picture of last night will not fall into the eyes of others.

The whole body is sore, even more sore than running three kilometers. Chen Xu lay flat, looking sideways at Zhang Qian who was holding her from behind.

Zhang Qian fell asleep. The long eyelashes covered the eyelids quietly, and the tall nose bridge looked like a handsome prince in the morning light.

His cheeks were pale, his lips pale, and he looked very good.

Looking down, Chen Xu bit her lip suddenly. Zhang Qian had scratches on her back and neck, which she did last night.

But she didn't get better.

There are spots on the body, including purple bruises on the inside of the arm. There was also some swelling and pain somewhere in the body.

Chen Xu gently moved Zhang Qian's arms and legs away and wanted to take a bath. Yesterday was crazy. She sweated a lot. Although she was not sticky, she still wanted to take a shower.

Zhang Qian woke up as soon as the mattress moved. He turned around and flew Chen Su around her waist, "Where?"

The voice was lazy with a smile, and it was a good mood to eat and drink.

Chen Xuwo didn't dare move in his arms, and his face turned red again. Because Zhang Qian posted it maliciously, she felt his stupid movement in the morning.

"Go to take a shower." Chen Su remembered something and asked him in a low voice, "Are you ... okay?"

I was so crazy yesterday and didn't know that it would affect his wound recovery.

"I don't think it's very good," Zhang Qian clinged closer to her, deliberately making her feel, "What do you think?"

"Zhang Qian, you let go of me, I'm going to take a shower." Chen Xu ignored him, struggling to land.

"I wiped it for you last night," Zhang Qian's hands began to blame. "Wash it later. It's still early. Lie down again."

Today is the weekend, there is an event in the afternoon, and he has nothing important in the morning.

Besides, there are important things that can be pushed back.

Beauty is pregnant, too much can be done.

Zhang Qian's offensive was getting fierce. When Chen Xu was about to resist, he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Chen Xu was startled, thinking he had hit his wound.

"I forgot to wear the suit yesterday." Zhang Qian patted his head in annoyance, stretched his arms and pulled open the small cabinet next to the bed, and took out a small boxy box from the inside and showed it to Chen Xu, "Oh, I was ready, and it turned out ... "

In the end he was too anxious to forget it.

Still too inexperienced.

"It's okay." Chen Xu chuckled. "These two days are my safety period."

Her periods have always been on time, and her safety period is relatively accurate. If not, she will remind him yesterday.

"Both days?" Zhang Qian's eyes brightened again.

Chen Xu looked at him helplessly, but his face gradually turned red.

Another round of rain and drizzle, Chen Xu rejected Zhang Qian's request to help her take a bath, and struggled to take a bath herself.

Zhang Qian went to take a bath, Chen Xu dries her hair, wraps a towel and opens the wardrobe, looking for a piece of Zhang Qian's clothes to wear.

As soon as the wardrobe opened, Chen Xu froze.

An extremely beautiful long dress hung in the middle of the closet. The faint pink-purple color, such as smoke, is thin and impenetrable. The V-neck sleeveless style is simple and generous, but the hem is layered, elegant and beautiful.

Summer sunset colors.

Chen Su suddenly thought of this adjective. Nan Zhou told her that Zhang Qian customized a fairy skirt at a high price, which is a pale pink and purple. It took a lot of companies to make this color. Zhang Qian's girlfriend wanted the color of summer sunset.

Is this skirt?

It's really beautiful. Even people like her who don't feel much about Huayi Beauty have the idea of ​​wanting to own it.

Who is this for Qian Qian? Is it really for a girl from a relative's house? Why hang it in his own closet?

Chen Xu couldn't understand, but he felt a little bit upset. Envious of the girl who made Zhang Qian so careful.

Zhang Qian returned from a fighting bath and saw Chen Su standing in a daze by the closet.

The skirt was bright and she was staring at it.

"It was actually discovered by you." Zhang Qian walked behind Chen Xu with a smile and embraced her, "Do you like it?"

Chen Su was stunned. Why did Zhang Qian ask her if she liked it? What does this skirt have to do with her ...

Does it matter whether she likes it or not?

"It looks pretty good," Chen Xu said lightly.

Zhang Qian laughed, "I really can boast of myself, but a little fairy. Where is such a hot little fairy?"

He went to take a bath and realized that his back had been scratched. Last night it was too crazy and I didn't feel any pain.

"Praise yourself?" Chen Xu even hesitated. What does Qian Qian mean, why is she getting more confused?

"Isn't it?" Zhang Qian kissed heavily on her lips. "But that's also true. It's a little fairy. It's specially for hooking people."

He took the skirt off the brace and reached for the terry towel. "Come, try and see if it looks good."

"Hey!" Chen Xu was upset. "I don't want it! Why do you want to try a skirt you gave to someone else?"

Zhang Qian froze, "A skirt for others?"

Chen Su told Zhang Qiannan what Zhou Nan told her, and asked sourly, "Which relative are you? I want you to take it so seriously."

Zhang Qian laughed, laughing and rubbing Chen Xu while rubbing.

"I'm jealous! I'm really jealous this time! I can smell the sour gas."

When he saw Chen Xuyi, he held her in a circle, stretched his fingers and gently touched her nose. "What's this idiot on Monday Nan! This skirt is for you!"

Chen Xu insisted, "I didn't say what color of the sunset would be needed!"

"You said it." Zhang Qian stared softly into her eyes, smiling sweetly. "That time you were drunk and pointed to the sunset at the sky and told me that you want ..."

After listening to Qian Qian smiling and telling the whole thing, Chen Xu reached out his hand and covered his face. "Impossible! I have a good wine and never go crazy!"

"Haha ... you didn't get drunk, you don't know how cute you were that day." Zhang Qian said softly, "I'm all fascinated by you!"

Chen Xu blushed, but like honey, it was sweet to the bottom of her heart.

She was drunk and stupid, and Zhang Qian actually remembered it. During this time, he gave her many gifts, jewellery worth tens of thousands, and handmade plastic goldfish bought on the roadside stalls.

He thought she was cute and pretty and would give it to her.

She likes all those gifts, but they are not as impressive as this evening dress.

"Dear, thank you." Chen Xu stomped and kissed Zhang Qian, conveying her full of love.

The two were intimate for a while, and Chen Xu kicked Zhang Qian out of the room and put on the skirt himself.

She wasn't wearing underwear, but she had a bra on her skirt, and she was fascinated by herself standing in front of the mirror.

She has never looked so good.

The pale magenta lined her cold white skin, and Yingying stood in front of the mirror. Chen Xu remembered the word: jade bone ice muscle, self-cooling and no sweat.

The long skirt cascades layer by layer, her fairy is fluttering, so beautiful that she can't eat the fireworks on earth.

Zhang Qian opened the door and came in, just to see Chen Xu looking sideways in the mirror.

The morning sun slanted on the carpet. Her face was as smooth as jade in the morning light. There were no flaws. The two thin butterfly bones were perfectly symmetrical. She was surrounded by soft veil, like an elf from another world. , So fresh and refined.

The color of the sunset on the horizon wears on her, and is also reflected in her eyes. Hearing the sound of his opening the door, she pulled her skirt and turned her head and smiled at him. The smile, like the most gorgeous fireworks, instantly flickered his eyes.

The author has something to say: Zhang Zongxi was willing to be paid, and he died without regret.

Ask for a king ticket or make a collection, my hair is all white. The scale is too difficult to grasp.