When Xiang Zichuan saw Qiao Maoshi laughing inexplicably, he stopped talking and asked, "Why are you laughing?"
Qiao Mingshi shook her head: "I'm laughing at myself. I've been husband and wife with you for so many years, and I might as well understand you as Wen Jiu."
Seeing Xiang Zichuan's puzzled face, Qiao Maoshi suppressed her smile and said, "She has already expected what you said to me."
"However, I am no longer the little girl I used to be, who would be led by your nose with just a few words."
Everyone will grow up.
After a moment of silence, Xiang Zichuan stopped trying to persuade him.
"Okay, then I wish you good luck."
"Thank you." Qiao Mashi opened the door coldly and motioned him to leave with her eyes.
Xiang Zichuan didn't bother anymore, stood up and left.
When he arrived at the garage downstairs, Xiang Zichuan sat in his car and lit a cigarette.
He asked his smart assistant to open the social networking site, and today's hot topics popped up one by one.
The top one is about him.
The news clarified that his divorce from Qiao Mashi was not due to cheating, but purely due to emotional discord.
This can minimize the loss to Apple to the greatest extent.
The news also used the photo of him with Wen Jiu and Qiao Laoshi.
He looked at Wen Jiu in the photo quietly.
This is the closest I have been to her in more than ten years.
When she smiled, her eyebrows were crooked, as if she were filled with stars.
Xiang Zichuan lit cigarettes one after another.
He also looked at Wen Jiu in the photo for a long, long time.
For the first time, he clearly realized that both Qiao Mingshi and Bu Zhongyao were his passers-by.
Only Wen Jiu... has an irresolvable grudge against him and a mixed feeling of resentment towards him.
He is his lifelong enemy, the person who knows him best, and even more...
As the last cigarette in his hand slowly burned out, his eyes became extremely cold.
In the past, he had some conscience and felt a little guilty towards Wen Jiu.
Now it seems that she doesn't care about him at all and doesn't need his guilt.
Then he doesn't need a conscience anymore.
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Lu Jing's apartment is far away from the venue, and he and Wen Jiu have just arrived home.
As soon as Wen Jiu entered the house, she habitually threw off her high heels, ran to the sofa and lay down on the sofa with her bare feet.
Lu Jing went to take care of Xiao Se Se, whom he hadn't seen all night.
Wen Jiu lay down for a while, feeling that she was finally alive, and then slowly asked Xiao Shi to report the unprocessed news to her.
Xiaodouya organized all the links and real-time data for her:
Three pieces of news broke out, with search volume reaching over 500 million, namely:
#秋婄诗 responded that her divorce from Xiang Zichuan was only due to emotional discord and had nothing to do with Wen Jiu. The two have always been good friends#
#AppleCarambola's first collaboration, red roses and white roses shine at Apple Charity Night#
#What is the identity of Lin Qiao, the newcomer whom two top entertainment companies have joined forces to promote?#
There are all kinds of news later, including some that say Wen Jiu is Lily and Xiang Zichuan is the same husband.
However, the popularity was outweighed by the first three, and it did not create any waves.
After Wen Jiu read the data compiled by Xiao Dou Ya, everything was within her plan.
She was in a good mood now and clicked on the first news link to eat some melon.
As a result, the photo of her and Xiang Zichuan, Qiao Maoshi, popped up without any warning.
Just when Wen Jiu was about to slide down, a faint and resentful voice came from behind: "So close..."
Wen Jiu looked back at Lu Jing and smiled: "Just take a photo with him, a scene photo, are you jealous too?"
Lu Jing looked straight at the photo. Xiang Zichuan lowered his head slightly and looked at Wen Jiu, with a smile in his eyes and a focused gaze.
The man's intuition tells him that his mind is not pure.
Lu Jing snorted: "I think he just likes you."
"Don't scare me. It's scary to think about this kind of person." Wen Jiu didn't even bother to say anything and turned off the screencast directly.
She wanted to turn over, but then she realized that her body was very stiff after wearing high heels all day and paying attention to her posture.
She moved to the massage sofa next to her and turned on the switch to give herself a massage, but she couldn't turn it on.
She raised her head and looked at Lu Jing in confusion. Without saying anything, Lu Jing knew what she wanted to say.
"Is the power not plugged in properly?" Lu Jing said as he went around to the back to check the circuit.
Then... fish out the tiny wires from under the sofa.
Wen Jiu glanced at the uneven marks on the edge of the wire and muttered in confusion: "Why does it look like a dog chewing..."
Lu Jing silently glanced at Se Se who was frantically biting his slippers on the balcony... weren't they just chewed by dogs?
It's time to break up the house.
And according to Internet rumors, dogs like Alaskan dogs are top-notch dogs.
Lu Jing looked helplessly at the tattered wire in his hand: "I'll call someone to come over and fix it tomorrow."
Wen Jiu sighed and slumped weakly on the sofa.
It can be seen that she is indeed very tired.
Lu Jing thought for a while, then bent down and picked her up.
Wen Jiu was startled: "What are you doing?"
Lu Jing lowered his eyes and stared at her, and said obediently: "Since the sofa is broken, let me massage it for you."
Wen Jiu was indeed too tired to move, so she lay lazily in his arms.
After he put her on the bed and put her down, Wen Jiu lay down with her hands on her pillow, looking back at him with a smile in her eyes.
"I feel like a rich woman who goes to a shady massage parlor to get a massage from a male technician..."
Slowly realizing what she was saying, Wen Jiu immediately shut her mouth.
Lu Jing pressed his hands on her slender waist. After hearing this, he pressed harder and asked slowly, "Have you ever been to a shady massage parlor?"
Wen Jiu shook her head quickly: "I haven't been there. I heard from Coke and the others that they have been there."
"Oh." Lu Jing raised the corners of his lips slightly.
He pressed gently for a while.
Wen Jiu felt that the force was just right, and it was no different from a massage chair. She relaxed and slowly became sleepy.
Lu Jing's hand slowly moved up and touched the zipper on the back of the dress.
"Senior, take off your dress. It's all pearls. Kowtow."
Wen Jiu woke up a little. The mattress was so soft that the pearls were dented, so her chest pressed against the mattress didn't feel too strange. She forgot to consider whether Lu Jing's hand might be knocked.
.
She nodded and allowed Lu Jing to take off.
The cherry red dress was pulled open, revealing Wen Jiu's slender and delicate back. Against the backdrop of the brilliant cherry red, she looked even more white and pure.
Lu Jing's throat moved slightly, and his deep pupils became a little darker.
He slowly leaned down and kissed the back of her neck.
His breath was as thin as wings, gently caressing her behind.
His hand moved forward from her waist, touched her flat belly, and then slowly moved upward.
Wen Jiu realized the danger and turned to look at him, only to be met with his blatant... desire.
Wen Jiu wanted to curse, but he blocked her before she could open her mouth.
He bit her lip and said vaguely: "Sister Rich Woman, didn't your friend tell you..."
"Does a crooked massage parlor like ours provide special services?"
Wen Jiu reacted, but it was too late.
"Asshole, just wait for me..."
Wen Jiu cursed, but soon she could no longer curse.
Lu Jing was never afraid that she would be angry at this time.
Even if I get tied up and beaten by her tomorrow, it's worth it.
Humph, Long Aotian is a kind of elementary school chicken who fell in love, so he let his girlfriend hug him and act coquettishly to buy ice cream.
When an adult like him falls in love, he always makes his girlfriend cry and beg him...