Ex-husband addicted to wife after divorce

Should be.

But the premise is that Qi Jingan can really treat her well all the time.

Of course, he has nothing now, and all he can give her is those cheap feelings and tenderness.

He also eats her and drinks her, and she also buys the clothes he wears.

So... everyone gets what they need, and although she didn't pay, it's not a prostitution.

Ling Yue'er was very guilty, she stood up and straightened her long hair.

On the surface, he said confidently: "Whether I will like it in the future, how would I know now."

After speaking, she suddenly saw an obvious bruise and abrasion on his arm.

"What's wrong with your hand, when did you get hurt?" She frowned, the wound was soaked in water, it was soaked white, and there were drips of blood on the rolled up shirt.

Qi Jingan's expression was as calm as ever, and he was not surprised by Ling Yueer's answer.

At least she hesitated.

At least she still cares about him, which shows that Ling Yue'er is still thinking about it seriously.

She was always like this, making him feel anxious, and quietly giving him a little hope.

"When I was pulling Annie in the afternoon, I bumped into an decoration on the sofa. It's nothing, don't worry." He put his hands behind his back.

The decorations on the sofa seem to be metal products, and I don't know if there is any rust. If the wound is too deep, there is a risk of tetanus.

She grabbed Qi Jingan's arm and looked at the depth of the wound carefully by the light.

It seems to be quite shallow.

Ling Yue'er moved closer, and stretched out her hand to open the two wounds that hadn't healed yet.

Qi Jingan frowned, inexplicably remembering Ling Yue'er's black hands on the cliff.

"What are you looking at?" He wanted to withdraw his hand.

Ling Yue'er raised her head and stood up straight: "See if you want to get a tetanus shot. After thinking about the probability of getting a tetanus attack, if you really get sick and die, you deserve to ignore the wound."

Qi Jingan frowned: "It's not as serious as you said, I've seen that there is no rust on that decoration."

"That's good." Ling Yue'er was relieved.

She turned her head and took out the medicine box from the cabinet, it was rare that she was in the mood to disinfect Qi Jingan.

The incandescent light shone on Ling Yue'er's side face, her skin was white and red, and even the tiny hairs were shining.

Qi Jingan looked at her seriously, as if he couldn't get enough of her.

A shadow fell, and Qi Jingan's other hand suddenly landed on Ling Yue'er's cheek.

She glanced at him lightly: "Is the wound on your back healed?"

Qi Jingan immediately tightened his back muscles.

What she asked was not only the wounds caused by those debt collectors a few days ago, but also the wounds Ling Yueer scratched with her fingertips when she was in love.

"It's scabbed over." His throat rolled, his eyes darkened.

After the initial absurd and crazy days passed, Ling Yue'er hadn't touched him for a long time.

This made him wonder from time to time whether Ling Yueer regretted it and changed her mind.

She took the initiative that night, and now it's still like a dream, it's unbelievable.

But her attitude towards him has indeed changed slightly.

Thinking wildly, a pungent smell of safflower oil drifted into the tip of his nose, and his arm suddenly felt a sharp pain.

Qi Jingan sighed silently.

She should have understood long ago, how could Ling Yue'er be so kind and help him clean up the wound.

She ignored the scrape on her back last time.

This time I was in a bad mood, and I took the opportunity to bully him in the name of massage.

Qi Jingan didn't change his face, and let Ling Yue'er vigorously press the bruised skin in circular motions.

"Are you still angry?" He tentatively asked, unable to figure out what Ling Yueer was angry about.

Ling Yue'er was inexplicable: "Why am I angry, you can press it for you, and the bruise will go away quickly tomorrow.

"

"That's it." Qi Jingan withdrew his hand and said nonchalantly, "Don't press it, anyway, it will be fine sooner or later."

"Okay, I'm not too lazy to make that effort."

Ling Yue'er didn't refuse him either.

It's rare that she is in the mood to help with the wound, since Qi Jingan doesn't appreciate it, why should she rush to meddle in other things.

Ling Yue'er put away the medicine box silently, and drove people out of the house.

On the second day, Byron delivered the gift to the door.

Things happened so suddenly, Ling Yue'er didn't have time to send Qi Jingan away, so she could only let him stay in the room honestly again.

"Why don't you tell me in advance, I got up late again today, and I didn't have time to put on makeup." Ling Yueer pouted depressedly, pretending to be cute.

Byron raised the pet box in his hand: "I want to give you a surprise."

Looking at the fluffy, soft and cute kitten, Ling Yueer's unhappiness dissipated instantly, and her heart almost melted.

The kitten has just entered a new home, but it is not afraid of life at all.

It jumped up and down, trying to climb up the sofa, but failed to climb up, but fell down.

Ling Yue'er hugged it to the sofa, and it still chased her hand begging to be petted.

"Your personality is too good, you're really clingy." If Byron wasn't still watching, Ling Yue'er would have turned into a moron on the spot, burying her face in the little milk cat's belly and sucking wildly.

Byron also stretched out his fingertips to tease the little milk cat: "Give it a name, what should it be called?"

"We each have two names, how about choosing one?" Ling Yue'er thought for a while, "I'll take sesame seeds and glutinous rice balls. It looks round and gray and white, much like sesame glutinous rice balls with fillings."

Byron chuckled: "I like the name Tangyuan."

"Then call it Tangyuan? Wouldn't that be too hasty?" Ling Yue'er hesitated, playing with the little milk cat's paw, and whispered: "Tangyuan, do you like the name Tangyuan?"

Tang Yuan meowed and licked Ling Yue'er's fingertips with the tip of her tongue, itching.

"It seems that it likes this name quite a bit." Seeing Ling Yueer's happy look, Byron himself felt happy too.

Today is a rest day, there are no other plans, Byron is going to be with Ling Yueer all day.

The two first prepared to put away the daily necessities, and then installed the cat climbing frame. During this period, the little milk cat kept walking around their feet. Ling Yueer almost stepped on it several times, which shocked her, and the whole person went straight Byron fell into his arms.

Upstairs, in the study, Qi Jingan watched the surveillance video and thought for a long time.

He took out his mobile phone, unable to make a decision for a long time, when he saw Ling Yue'er threw himself into Byron's arms, he finally made up his mind and found out Min Enhao's contact information.

Because of Ling Yueer's sudden death, Min Eun-ho's autism worsened. Shortly after the funeral, his family arranged to go to country D to receive psychological treatment and settled abroad.

Both Qi Jing'an and the Min's family concealed information related to Ling Yue'er in the same way.

The Min family is eager to love their son, and they don't want Min Enhao to have hope and then see the hope shattered with his own eyes, so that he will be stimulated again.

As for Qi Jingan, he didn't want Min Enhao to compete with him for Ling Yueer's attention.

It's just that there is one more Byron now, and he can't blatantly cause trouble, so it's better to find a helper to make things more chaotic.

"How are you doing?" He asked in a deep voice when the phone was dialed.

"What's the matter?" Min Enhao's voice has faded from the youthful and childishness unique to teenagers.

Qi Jingan said reluctantly, "I found Yue'er."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, so long that Qi Jingan wondered if Min Enhao thought he was lying, and when he threw the phone aside and didn't want to talk to him, a voice of surprise and disbelief suddenly came from his ear.

"Really? You won't use this to lie to me, no, how could you tell me such an important thing kindly?"

"You can search for information about me now, and you won't have such doubts anymore. Let me tell you, it's just that I don't want to be kicked out by Yue'er because of meddling in her marriage. As for you..."

Qi Jingan sighed, "I think she will be more tolerant towards you than I am."

"Marriage...?" Min Enhao read these two words in frustration.

He just got the news that Yue'er was still alive, but he didn't want to accept the bad news that she was about to marry in the next second.

"I'm not engaged yet, but it's not far from talking about marriage." Qi Jingan added.

Min Enhao breathed a sigh of relief instantly, and at the same time realized Qi Jingan's plan.

He asked thoughtfully: "So, you came to me because you wanted me to help and hinder the development of their relationship?"

"Aren't you afraid that I will help Yue'er to deal with you? Rather than acquiescing to you pestering Yue'er, I want you to go as far as you can, and stop running to harm her."

Qi Jingan raised the corners of his lips: "But the one she's picking now, let alone me, is even worse than you."

"This kind of challenger, don't you think it really lowers our level?"

Min Enhao was incredulous: "Where did you get the confidence to think that you can be compared with the man Yue'er likes now?"

He has searched for the latest news about Qi Jing'an, and saw that this CEO Qi was forced to withdraw from the Qi Sheng Group because of the attempted rape case, and was almost sent to prison by Ling Yue'er, whose alias was Su Miaomiao.

As expected of Sister Yueer, who can do such a delightful thing!

It is a pity that the lawsuit was finally withdrawn, and I was not able to visit him in prison.

"In my opinion, Yue'er has already broken her heart because of you, and it's because of you that I couldn't contact her for three years. It's impossible for her to get back together with you again. You should give up as soon as possible."

The smile on Qi Jingan's lips froze.

He stood up irritably, turned around a few times, and stopped talking nonsense to Min Enhao: "Are you coming to country A or not?"

"Come." Min Enhao said without hesitation.

"Don't tell her that I notified you, remember, our target now is Byron." Qi Jingan hung up the phone.

Once again confirming the location of Byron and Ling Yueer, he walked through the corridor and returned to his bedroom.

He stayed in the room peacefully throughout the morning. It was not until after lunch that Ling Yue'er led Byron to the room for an afternoon nap that she sneaked in to confirm Qi Jingan's current state.

She believed that Qi Jingan would not mess up their agreement easily, but just to be on the safe side, she still had to warn her.

"Have you eaten at noon? Auntie should have brought you food." Ling Yue'er walked in and scanned Qi Jingan's bedroom first.

This second bedroom is located at the very corner of the villa. After Qi Jingan moved in, it was the first time for Ling Yueer to enter the door.

The basic style of the room hasn't changed much, but the curtains are still drawn tightly during the day, giving it a dark and gloomy feeling.

"Why don't you draw the curtains." Ling Yue'er closed the door and muttered.

Qi Jingan had already hugged her from behind, and pressed her onto the soft and fluffy bed.

"I'm afraid that Byron will see my shadow outside, didn't I almost see it last time?"

In the dark room, with the faint light coming from the crack of the door, he stroked her face with slightly cold fingertips, and kneaded her lips inch by inch until his fingertips felt her warmth.

Ling Yueer frowned, and asked sensitively: "It's so hot in the room, and the air conditioner isn't turned on, and why are your hands so cold?"

In my impression, Qi Jingan's hands were always warm, did he catch a cold?

She subconsciously raised her hand to feel the temperature on Qi Jingan's forehead.

Qi Jingan's voice was hoarse: "I'm afraid I'll be found out if I turn on the air conditioner."

Ling Yueer: "..."

She was convinced.

Do you always feel that Qi Jingan is pretending to be pitiful?
"Don't worry, it's just turning on the air conditioner. I turn it on in almost all the rooms. It won't attract his attention. As long as you stay in the room peacefully and don't go out casually, there will be no problem."

"Okay." Qi Jingan lowered his eyes and kissed Ling Yueer's lips.

The cold fingertips penetrated into her clothes unknowingly, arousing Ling Yue'er's goosebumps.

"Don't move around." She pressed his hand, and the man rubbed it with his big palm, which made her emotionally drawn and a little distracted.

Thrills and immorality are just that.

The more he knew that this was not the right time, the more eager he was to move.

His hands stopped, and his lips covered them again, falling down in pieces. In the scorching air, Ling Yue'er felt that her whole body was sweating, but Qi Jingan, very patiently, licked off the lips little by little. Thin layer of sweat.

He really knows how to arouse her lust.

Every move made Ling Yueer's breathing disordered.

It was too hot.

Even the hot air exhaled cannot take away the body temperature.

Ling Yue'er kicked him lightly, "Go and turn on the air conditioner."

Qi Jingan said, "Okay."

He wrapped his long arms around her waist, and moved her to the head of the bed little by little.

A beep.

The air conditioner was turned on, blowing a cool breeze.

But she couldn't suppress the throbbing in Ling Yue'er's heart.

"You just know how to tease me." She pushed Qi Jingan as if complaining and annoyed, with that little strength she wanted to refuse to return.

Qi Jingan grabbed her hand and kissed her fingertips.

Suddenly, his eyes froze on her fingertips, the couple's diamond ring that was still shimmering in the dark.

To see Byron today, she put it on.

"Can you take it off now?" He kissed her fingertips again, gently trying to take off the unsightly ring.

"Not good." Ling Yue'er's lips suddenly raised a nasty smile, "I'm going to wear it, to let you remember that I am no longer your wife, but the fiancée of another man."

"How about it, other people's wives, this should make you men more excited."

Qi Jingan frowned and said nothing more.

He let Ling Yueer's obscene gaze sweep over him, and wiped the saliva on his clothes with his fingertips.

"Get up, I'm going to take a shower, I'm sweating when I come in, I don't know how you can bear it." She lazily patted Qi Jingan's big buttocks, and said frivolously.

Qi Jingan was reluctant to let go, "Together?"

"No, I don't want Brother Bailun to see anything." Ling Yueer pushed him away.

Worrying about the long delay, Byron couldn't find her after waking up, so Ling Yueer simply took a quick shower in the bathroom in Qi Jingan's second bedroom.

"Don't play tricks." After warning again, she turned and went out.

But he didn't want to be frightened by Byron's figure at the other end of the corridor as soon as he closed the door.