It rained heavily all night.

It was not until the sky turned white that the Rolls-Royce Phantom teared through the rain and returned to the Jiangwan Villa.

Feng Jue got out of the car with his eyebrows rubbed.

"Mr. Feng, you worked overtime all night and had a good rest." Song Cheng came out of the driver's seat and said respectfully, "I'll go back first."

Feng Jue took the psychologist to deal with the crying Xu Qingyuan. He rushed to the company to handle the project without even entering the door.

This busyness lasted for a night.

Song Cheng also stayed up all night.

"The rain is too heavy, you're here to stop." Feng Jue stopped Song Cheng who wanted to leave and asked his servant Mrs. Guan to take him to the guest room.

The villa was quiet, and the person who would have sat in the living room and waited for him had long been gone.

Feng Jue walked over, but found a document on the table.

Pure white paper is out of place in this dim light.

That's a divorce agreement.

The sudden uneasiness instantly squeezed away Feng Jue's accumulated fatigue.

He walked over quickly, picked up the divorce agreement, and turned to the last page.

Ning Qianqian's signature has been left there, with beautiful fonts and smooth handwriting.

The strokes were done in one go, without any hesitation.

Feng Jue's chest suffocated, his five fingers tightened, and the fragile paper immediately wrinkled into a ball.

Three years of marriage really came to an end.

Endless anger surged into Feng Jue's heart, and he wanted to leave him like this? Then why did you pretend to be tender in front of him in the past three years? Now you don't pretend anymore?

Feng Jue returned to the bedroom with heavy steps.

The room was dark, and only the shallow morning light from the window fell on the bed.

The woman was sleeping sideways, and the hazy light outlined her beautiful figure. She only had a thin quilt covered her knees, revealing her slender calves. Her toes were dyed with pearly luster, as beautiful as delicately carved white jade, with a perfectly rounded outline.

Feng Jue silently covered her with a quilt, sat beside the bed and stared at her quiet sleeping face.

The ink color in my eyes surged, which made me feel so thrilling.

The room was terriblely quiet, but Ning Qianqian was unaware of anything.

Ning Qianqian only felt that she had a dream.

A hand fell on her waist, reached into her pajamas, pressed against her skin, and stroked her erotic.

Ning Qianqian was so scared that she was out of her mind and hurriedly avoided.

However, the body fell into a warm embrace and was locked tightly.

She wanted to ask for help, but as soon as she opened her mouth, someone sealed her with a kiss, swallowing her voice and only ambiguous moans were overflowing.

The delicate red lips were pressed by the man's lips and rubbed them.

The rough palm swam on her body, leaving clusters of sparks like a prairie fire, and her body quickly rose into a strange heat.

Ning Qianqian suddenly woke up, but the touch was still there.

She was surprised and wondering, and the next second she saw the familiar pair of phoenix eyes.

Feng Jue's face is solid, his aura is unfamiliar and perverse.

Ning Qianqian subconsciously retreated, and then she realized that she was being held in his arms and naked.

Boom!

An alarm bell rang in Ning Qianqian's mind.

She was anxious and angry, and she couldn't stop thinking, "Feng Jue! Are you disgusted?!"

Feng Jue accompanied Xu Qingyuan all night, but she didn't believe that nothing happened!

He slept with other women on his front foot, and came to look for her again?!

Ning Qianqian was so angry that her brain was congested and struggled to push him away, "Don't touch me!"

"I'm disgusting?" Feng Jue let out a low laugh, his eyes were so cold that it was so cold that it was cunning. "Who doesn't disgusted, Song Yuan?"

Ning Qianqian was confused, "What are you talking about... Um!"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Jue suddenly grabbed the back of her head and kissed her strongly.

His kiss was extremely aggressive, fierce and long, and he grabbed Ning Qianqian's breath like a siege.

Ning Qianqian only felt the tip of her tongue numb and the breath was thin, and she felt the illusion that she was on the verge of suffocation.

She didn't know where she got the strength and slapped Feng Jue in the face.

However, before his hand was dropped, Feng Jue grabbed it and held it aside.

He punished him in an average way and kissed him even more brutally.

The lips and teeth were bumped, and Ning Qianqian's lips hurt.

The pain seemed to be contagious, and the lower abdomen also started to hurt slightly.

Ning Qian's eyes were covered with tears, and when her eyelashes blinked, tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

Her nails were embedded in Feng Jue's shoulders, and her voice was even more sucking, "It hurts..."

Feng Jue was stunned, and the tyranny in his eyes retreated.

He looked at her nervously, "Where does it hurt?"

Ning Qianqian's lower abdomen became more and more painful. She curled up in Feng Jue's arms, and cold sweat oozed from her forehead.
Chapter completed!