Author: wife lingering: Mr. President, please let go.

Happy third wedding anniversary, go home early, I have prepared a surprise, you will like it very much. "After sending this message, Luo Yuci put the phone down, re-entered the kitchen, turned down the fire on the stove, went to cut vegetables, and was busy happily. It seems that the news of sinking into the sea did not affect her mood.

Highlights:

Chapter one I wish you a happy divorce

"Happy third wedding anniversary, go home early, I have prepared a surprise, you will like it very much."

After sending this message, Ruan Xinger put down her mobile phone, re-entered the kitchen, turned down the fire on the stove, and went to cut vegetables. She was so busy that she was in high spirits.

It seems that the news of sinking into the sea did not affect her mood.

The servant stood by and said, "Madam, let me help you."

"No, you do your thing. I want to cook for him myself tonight. "

The servant envied, "The wife and husband really love each other."

Ruan Xing smiled arm in arm at night and said nothing.

She had a deep talk with Zhou. Are they in love?

It's not so much love as taking part in accidental amusement.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Zhou Cishen got home, and the servant was available to leave.

Ruan Xinger was late as soon as she set the chopsticks, and the warm breath of the man behind her enveloped her. Her chin was pulled over and her lips were rudely blocked by men. She paused and stretched out her hand to push him away.

Zhou Ci's waist was deep, his slender fingers were holding his chin, his black eyes were slightly narrowed, and his words were cold: "Isn't that why you specially called me back?"

Ruan Xing explained softly: "No, today is our third wedding anniversary. I really have a gift for you. "

Zhou Ci let go of her deeply, adjusted her slightly wrinkled shirt and said simply, "No need for gifts. After all, your usual surprises just surprise me, not make me happy. "

RuanXing lip Angle to take the lead in the evening, did not refute, turned into the kitchen.

Soon, the last dish was served.

Ruan Xing sat opposite Zhou Cishen in the evening, poured red wine into his glass and poured it for himself.

She picked up the glass: "To celebrate our third wedding anniversary, cheers."

In the lamplight, the man's facial features are delicate, his jaw lines are cold and deep, his nose is straight, and his thin lips are slightly pursed, indicating that he is not satisfied with this wedding anniversary dinner for only two people.

Ruan Xingyue smiled, but I didn't expect him to respond to her. She picked up the red wine glass and gulped it down.

After drinking, she continued to pour the second cup.

Cup after cup.

Finally, Ruan Xingyue was a little drunk. He looked at the man with no fluctuation on his face on the table. His tone was a little long: "Zhou Ci is deep, even today, can't you give me a smile?"

"What do you want me to do, go crazy with you, or spend this boring anniversary with you?"

"How can it be boring? Life can have several wedding anniversaries. Maybe after this time, there will be no next time. "

Zhou Ci seemed to hear some jokes and whispered, "Will you just let it go?"

Ruan xingye shook the liquid left in the cup, and her eyes were a little wet by the soft light: "It should be ok ...no."

Zhou Ci didn't want to waste time with him here, so he got up and went upstairs.

He took off his tie and his suit jacket. Just as he was about to unbutton his shirt, a pair of soft little hands were put on his back, and the overwhelming smell of wine followed.

Ruan Xinger said late, "Don't worry, my gift hasn't arrived yet ..."

Zhou Ci turned around deeply, put his hands in his pockets and looked at her without saying a word.

Ruanxing's cheeks were red at night, and a pair of dense eyes looked at him innocently, which made people unable to move their eyes.

Zhou Ci has a deep Adam's apple. Even if he doesn't want to admit it, the person in front of him is undoubtedly beautiful and has enough capital to make a man move.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be framed by her.

Further down, the lips dipped in red wine are deep red and bright.

When those little hands reached into his shirt, he almost raised her chin without thinking, printed her lips and pried her open.

Ruan Xinger groaned in pain at night.

When she got to bed, her eyes were blurred and she just hooked his neck.

The man put his hand beside her and hooked his eyes, like a silent irony: "I thought you didn't want to."

"You don't know that when a woman says she doesn't want to, she actually does."

Zhou Ci sneered deeply, bowed his head and kissed again.

Ruan Xing is particularly active tonight, with his teeth biting his lips, and the smell of blood like rust permeates between his lips and teeth.

This kiss is like a game. Whoever wins can dominate the other side.

Just as he was reaching for the things in the bedside table, Ruan Xinger said without warning, "Zhou Cishen, let's get a divorce."

The man hanging on her paused: "What did you say?"

Even though Ruan Xinger knew that he had heard clearly, he clearly repeated: "Let's divorce."

Zhou Ci lost interest for a while, got up slowly, and her voice was cold: "How much is it?"

She always does. She will do anything to get the money.

"Not a penny."

Ruan Xing took out a divorce agreement from under the pillow at night: "Look. If there is no problem, you can sign it. "