"My wife looks like this because she has fallen in love with my rhythm. What should I do?
"According to her iceberg-like personality, she must make me make a choice, either get rid of Sister Hua and live a good life with her for the rest of my life; or divorce her and stay with Sister Hua."
"It's impossible to get rid of Sister Hua, how sad she would be!"
"I'm not willing to divorce my wife. I feel pretty good getting along with my wife during this period. Although I haven't had sex with her, I feel like I'm at home when I'm with her."
I want both!
"Well, there's nothing you can do about being handsome. When love comes, there's nothing you can do to stop it. You can only walk around."
I spent half a day wandering around the company, and then went to the hotel for half a day. The whole day passed like this.
When he was about to get off work, Ye Xiong received a fax from Luo Weiwei, which was He Mengji's information.
The information is very simple, only two pages long. Apart from some basic information about He Mengji, there is no extra information. In other words, not much is known about He Mengji in China.
"There is only so much information that can be found on He Mengji. What are you going to do now?" Luo Weiwei called and asked.
Ye Xiong held the information and stared at the photo.
"Is He Mengji pretty?" Ye Xiong suddenly asked.
"Why do you ask?"
"Let me tell you a story: A woman had no choice but to marry the creditor because her father owed money. On the first night of the wedding, the woman said to the groom sternly, I married you because of my old age.
The money dad owes you, I don’t like you at all. In the early morning of the next day, the woman opened her eyes, woke up the sleeping groom and asked, how much money does my dad owe us? We can’t just let it go."
"Dirty!" Luo Weiwei cursed.
But she also heard what Ye Xiong meant.
"If He Mengji is beautiful, I decided to betray her looks and use a beauty trick to seduce her. After I seduce her, don't say I didn't kill He Haodong. Even if I did kill him, He Mengji would only say one sentence
"My brother has done all the bad things and deserves to die a long time ago. Husband, if you kill him, you will do justice to heaven. He is so great. I love you to death." Ye Xiong imitated He Mengji's words vividly.
On the other side of the phone, Luo Wei almost vomited.
This guy's head is filled with all kinds of messy things. How did he come up with such an idea?
"He Mengji is not a fool. She is known as China's think tank abroad. Don't think she is so easy to deceive." Luo Weiwei warned.
"It doesn't matter whether she is smart or stupid, as long as she is a woman."
"You seem to be full-breasted," Luo Weiwei said in a sour voice.
"Xiao Weiwei, are you jealous?" Ye Xiong asked with a smile.
"You're a dead man, I'm just warning you, be careful not to steal the chicken but lose the rice." After Luo Weiwei finished speaking, she hung up the phone with a bad attitude.
"You said you're not jealous, but this attitude is clearly old-fashioned jealousy."
After hanging up the phone, Ye Xiong began to study He Mengji, memorized all her information, and prepared to realize his plan to pick up girls.
In this life, he has become numb to the matter of fighting and killing. If he can use the beauty trick to accomplish something, why not do it?
Problems that can obviously be solved with force must be solved with face. I am so kind.
At seven o'clock in the evening, when Ye Xiong returned home, Yang Xinyi's car was already parked in the garage.
"It's really surprising that my wife didn't work overtime. Could it be that she was forcibly kissed by me today and fell in love with me?"
He just said these words, because he knew that this was absolutely impossible.
Yang Xinyi is the most indifferent goddess he has ever met in his life, as hard to melt as an iceberg.
Du Yuehua was pushed down by him and conquered between his legs; Luo Weiwei was melted by him, and it was only a matter of time before he was pushed down. However, this wife who got along with him every day was not cold to him at all, let alone getting close to him, even his hands were
Never dragged it.
I have to say that this was the biggest failure in his history of picking up girls.
"Honey, I'm back." Ye Xiong walked into the hall and saw Yang Xinyi eating alone, so he walked over.
"My uncle is back, I'll get you a bowl." Seeing Ye Xiong's return, Aunt Zhang hurriedly went to get the bowls and chopsticks.
Ye Xiong sat opposite Yang Xinyi, resting his chin on the table and looking at her seriously.
He found that his wife became more and more beautiful as he looked at her. Even when she was eating, her little mouth moved slightly, which was very charming.
"Honey, your little mouth looks so charming when you suck something." Ye Xiong said infatuatedly.
The words "suck" and "eat" have similar sounds, so Yang Xinyi did not understand his dirty subtext.
"Hurry up and eat. After eating, I have something to tell you." Yang Xinyi said seriously.
"If you have anything, you can talk about it at the dinner table. Why don't you wait until after dinner?" Ye Xiong asked strangely.
"I'm afraid you'll have a big mouth and spit all the saliva on the dishes."
Ye Xiong was speechless. My mouth is very small. It can be described as a small cherry mouth.
But since his wife said so, Ye Xiong had no choice but to finish the meal before talking about it.
After the two of them finished eating, Yang Xinyi said: "I have thought about it carefully. Tomorrow we will go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to go through the divorce procedures."
"I'm not free tomorrow." Ye Xiong said immediately.
"The day after tomorrow will do, too."
"I'm not free the day after tomorrow either."
"The day after tomorrow."
"I wonder if I will be free the day after tomorrow."
Yang Xinyi finally heard it. This guy answered so firmly. This is the rhythm of not wanting to get divorced!
A trip to the Civil Affairs Bureau doesn't take much time at all. Why can't he even spare this little time?
"We had an agreement at the beginning. The divorce was fake and we were just using each other. I remember the contract clearly."
In order to prevent future troubles, Yang Xinyi drafted an agreement with Ye Xiong before getting married. It clearly stated that the marriage between the two was only a temporary measure, and stated that after two years of divorce, Yang Xinyi would subsidize Ye Xiong one million.
"What's the agreement? Why don't I remember it at all?" Ye Xiong pretended to be crazy and seemed like he couldn't remember it at all. "Please take out the agreement and let me take a look. I've been a little forgetful recently."
"I'll take it out and make you die."
Yang Xinyi ran upstairs. After a while, she came down with her face ashen.
"Asshole, did you steal my agreement?" Yang Xinyi said angrily.
She was looking at the door of her room just now and found that the copy of her agreement had been stolen. She knew it must be Ye Xiong's fault.
She secretly celebrated that she had locked the original document in the safe. What she didn't expect was that when she opened the safe, all the other things were still there, but the agreement letter was missing, so she firmly believed that it must be Ye Xiong.
Get ghost.
"Honey, I have never signed any agreement with you. Are you getting older and becoming a little forgetful?" Ye Xiong said seriously.