"Miss Qu, what a coincidence. How many drinks are you going to have with me?"

Qu Su was suddenly stopped on her way to the bathroom. When she looked up, she saw four or five people who had drunk too much. Among them, Zhao Chuang, who stopped her, was a well-known second generation ancestor in Beijing circles.

He looked at himself, his eyes full of lust.

Qu Su raised his lips and looked at him with cold eyes without saying a word.

Someone ran out from behind Zhao Chuang and stopped him: "Mr. Zhao, are you drunk? Look clearly, this is Langque's wife!"

"Of course I fucking know! But aren't we divorced? She is Miss Qu now." Zhao Chuang yelled with his tongue hanging out.

The few people behind began to laugh maliciously, especially when they saw Qu Su's expression changing from being eager to try to being blatant.

A woman like Qu Su, with a hot figure and a face of pure lust, makes people feel itchy.

In the past, I was afraid of Langque's identity and didn't dare to take another look. Now that they are divorced, why are they pretending?

Qu Su knew the virtues of this group of people and did not want to entangle them too much, so he turned around calmly.

But suddenly Zhao Chuang grabbed her shoulder and slammed her against the wall!

"What shame are you giving me? Back then, the Qu family sent you to the bed of a fat, ugly sixty-year-old man for a million dollars. If you hadn't climbed up to the Lang family later, I would have played you to death!"

"I heard that Langque didn't leave you a penny. Poor little boy, I'll give you two million and you drink with me. How about that?"

Qu Su frowned, stood up straight, and brushed the scattered hair from his forehead. When he raised his head again, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

She raised her fingers towards Zhao Chuang.

The other party was stunned for a moment, and the next second he grinned and leaned towards Qu Su, the lust in his eyes obvious.

"Miss Qu, you smell so good." He sniffed deeply, tilted his body, and was about to fall on Qu Su.

With a sound of "Pah!", Zhao Chuang was suddenly slapped in the face.

The slap was so hard that Zhao Chuang was confused for a few seconds. When he came to his senses, Qu Su was lazily leaning against the wall, carefully wiping each finger with a wet wipe in disgust.

"Mr. Zhao, I think your father forgot to use his brain when he gave birth to you, right? Even the dogs on the roadside can't bark as well as you." After saying that, Qu Su continued to walk to the bathroom in high heels.

When had Zhao Chuang ever been so angry? He calmed down and shouted with his eyes wide open: "Damn it! Drag her over here!"

Qu Su suddenly stopped, and the people who rushed forward suddenly stood still.

She has thick, long black wavy hair hanging down to her waist, barely covering her waist that cannot be covered by the backless skirt. Her slender straight legs are dazzlingly white, and everyone is staring at this beauty.

I saw Zhao Chuang staggering over with his face covered.

"Anyway, I'm having a fight with Mr. and Mrs. Langque. You said that in the divorce agreement, I only want one of Mr. Zhao's legs. Will he agree?"

The woman's voice was soft and charming, but Zhao Chuang suddenly felt cold, couldn't move his legs, and was mostly drunk.

Who in the capital doesn't know that Lang Que is ruthless and the word "gentleman" has nothing to do with him.

If Qu Suu really doesn't want the family property, but only wants his legs, I believe Langque will generously give them both to her!

"Stop scaring me!" Zhao Chuang's arrogance became lower.

Qu Su sneered lightly, with a sarcastic look on her face. She took a step forward and left without looking back.

He laughed at Zhao Chuang, a nouveau riche, for being so stupid, and also laughed at himself for being pitiful. He was looked down upon by others in the past, and after being Mrs. Lang for three years, he was still looked down upon by others.

It seemed like these people were just waiting to see her laugh.

Also, she was the one who desperately wanted to marry after the Qu family fell into disgrace. On the surface, this group of people respected her as Mrs. Lang, but behind the scenes, who didn't scold her for being ugly?

After going to the toilet, Qu Su was not interested in continuing to play. He sent a message to his friend and left the bar.

As soon as she went out, the driver stood beside the car and opened the door for her.

Qu Su drank a lot, and after getting into the car, he didn't care about any etiquette. He took off his high heels and lay down.

She frowned slightly, always feeling something strange because the thing on her pillow felt warm.

In a slightly tipsy state, Qu Su was too lazy to get up, so he stretched out his hand to randomly explore the things under his head.

"Where are you touching?" A low, cold voice suddenly sounded.

Qu Su was stunned for a moment. After opening his eyes and thinking for a few seconds, he sat up straight with excitement!

"Lang, Langque!"

She didn't realize that her hands were still in places they shouldn't be.

The man stared at her, grabbed the little hand, and his eyes were dark and unclear: "Have you thought about it?"

Qu Su was ashamed and annoyed.

He tried hard to pull his hand away, but the other party remained motionless, showing no intention of letting go.

She prides herself on being a person who is fearless, but she is led by Lang Que to act like a hooligan!

"release!"

Qu Su looked at his face, his eyebrows were cold and sharp, his facial lines were clean and neat, and his eyes seemed to contain a soft light, making people fall deeply into it.

The slender finger bones that were holding her tightly became increasingly cold and depressed, and the fingertips were still gently stroking her palm, seemingly absent.

She gasped for air, and her eyes instantly became filled with mist: "Langque, you hurt me."

The man frowned, relaxed a little, and gently rubbed the back of Qu Su's red hand.

"How squeamish." He sounded dissatisfied.

Qu Su took the opportunity to withdraw his hand and sat far away from Langque.

"Su Nian is not squeamish. It seems that she is more to Mr. Lang's taste."

Langque was stunned for a moment and leaned in the back seat of the car. The tenderness that flashed through his complicated eyes disappeared without a trace as if it never existed, replaced by a familiar indifferent indifference.

He closed his eyes and pinched his eyebrows, and the dissatisfaction between his eyebrows was obvious.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qu Su pursed his lips, feeling inexplicable irritation in his heart, but stubbornness appeared on his face.

Langque acquiesced.

They have been married for three years, and although they can't be called respectful guests, this man has never had any gossip. Apart from work, he always spends most of his time with her in bed.

But this time, Langque was on a business trip for half a year, and he appeared in the same frame with a woman and even became a hot search topic!

He went shopping with the woman, ate French food together, and gently helped her try on jewelry...

Now he has no explanation, it's as if she punched cotton and it was purely self-emotion.

Look, she is extremely depressed, but people don't take her seriously!

"Have you received the divorce agreement? If there is no problem, Mr. Lang, just sign it." Qu Su's voice was cold, suppressing the depression in his heart and playing with the diamonds on his nails with his eyes down.

Langque: "The contract has not expired yet."

Qu Su: "There are only two months left. Since Mr. Lang has a new love, why not show kindness and let me go free in advance."

Langque: "So anxious?"

Qu Su: "Yes."

Langque opened his eyes, his angular face showing coldness and alienation: "The content of the agreement needs to be changed. Assistant Chen will contact you later."

Qu Su frowned and turned to look at the man with cold eyes.
Chapter completed!