Amnesia ex-wife is sweet and cute

Yuncheng, Qingmeng Pavilion.

Fog shrouded the luxurious villa, and the silver Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly drove into the courtyard.

Lan Zhen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the man shining like a diamond under the light.

"Jincheng, you're back."

Taking the man's suit with her white hands, Lan Zhen smiled gently as she looked at the tall and healthy figure in front of her.

"Ah."

Lu Jincheng's expression was as pale as water, and his voice was cold and indifferent.

Change clothes, take a shower.

Not long after, Lu Jincheng walked out of the bathroom in his nightgown, and looked up to see the charming and slim woman on the bed, rolling her Adam's apple quietly.

Seeing Lu Jincheng walk to the bedside, Lan Zhen turned over softly, wrapped her two slender arms around his neck, then gently took off the lace pajamas, revealing the soft fragrance of the plump breasts.

"I'm on top today." Lan Zhen's voice was soft, and she breathed endlessly enchanting in her laziness.

An irresistible desire to move was itching at the tip of Lu Jincheng's heart. He clenched his long and slender hands tightly, and lifted the woman's smooth and slender waist, and the two of them instantly became one.

"Hmm..." Lan Zhen hummed softly, calling the man's name: "Jincheng..."

Lu Jincheng's face was indifferent, and his seductive ketone body couldn't melt the coldness in his eyes that never melted all year round.

In Yuncheng, this man turned his hands into clouds and his hands into rain, sweeping the business and political circles, his appearance is handsome and eye-catching, and his power is unrivaled.

At a young age, he is rich and powerful in the whole city, making countless girls and celebrities dream of him and flock to him.

But everyone knew that it was such a darling from heaven who was forced to marry the flirtatious and seductive Lan Zhen as his wife.

He never loved her.

Lu Jincheng stared contemptuously at the woman with a slightly swaying waist, his cold eyes turned into deep disgust.

After a long time, the charming bedroom returned to tranquility. Lan Zhen dragged her limp body and looked at the man beside her. He had already fallen into a deep sleep, but there was still no trace of warmth.

……

The next day, the morning light was faint.

Lan Zhen got out of bed cautiously, saw that Lu Jincheng was still asleep, put on her dress and opened the door and left.

It was rare for her to cook today and prepare a breakfast for Lu Jincheng.

As the young mistress of the Lu family, Lan Zhen doesn't need to do the chores at home by herself, washing hands and making soup is just a small program to adjust the relationship between husband and wife.

Not long after, the kitchen was full of fragrance, Lan Zhen put the dinner plate on the table, took off her apron, turned and walked out of the kitchen.

"Jincheng, you're awake."

As soon as she got to the stairs, she saw Lu Jincheng coming down. His cold face was extremely inconsistent with the warm season.

"Yeah." Lu Jincheng pursed his lips and squeezed out a cold response.

"Jincheng, it's time for breakfast."

Lan Zhen looked at this ruthless and indifferent face, and greeted him with a smile on the corner of her lips.

"En." Lu Jincheng still spoke indifferently, with undisguised alienation and estrangement written all over his body.

"There is your favorite tuna salad for breakfast." Lan Zhen didn't care, and followed the man calmly.

This time Lu Jincheng just nodded slightly, staring straight ahead with cold eyes and walking towards the restaurant.

"Jincheng, I have something to talk to you later." Lan Zhen still followed closely behind, with a gentle smile on her lips.

"Eat breakfast first." Lu Jincheng slowed down and glanced back coldly.

While speaking, he stepped into the dining room with spotless black leather shoes, and he sat gracefully, looking at the rich breakfast on the table and picked up a knife and fork.

Lan Zhen stopped beside him without taking a seat.

This is unusual, but Lu Jincheng didn't bother to notice it, and didn't even want to think about the meals and tableware as single servings.

"Taste how it tastes." Lan Zhen said warmly when she saw him put the tuna salad on the plate, her eyes flickered, "Jincheng, today is our fourth wedding anniversary."

Lu Jincheng paused, looked up at Lan Zhen, lowered his head again, and said indifferently, "Well, I forgot."

"I'll notify my assistant to make a reservation for a restaurant, and I'll bring you a gift." Lu Jincheng added in a flat tone with low eyes.

Lan Zhen nodded, and suddenly her slender body moved.

"Jincheng, wait for me." The voice gradually drifted away, and she walked towards the stairs with lotus steps.

After a while, Lan Zhen returned to the dining room, with her white and tender arms behind her back, her clear eyes looked at the half-eaten food on the table.

Just as she was about to speak, Lu Jincheng spoke first: "Why did the taste of breakfast change today?"

Lan Zhen pursed her lips, stared at his handsome side face, and stopped talking.

Lu Jincheng is extremely sensitive to the taste of food, but now he knows it later.

She was about to say "I made the breakfast" but that ended in another sentence, and a document fell on the corner of the table.

"Jincheng, let's get a divorce." Lan Zhen's voice was as calm as water.

The meal delivered to his mouth was still in the air, Lu Jincheng's eyes were dazed, and his sexy Adam's apple slipped slightly, "What did you say?"

"Jincheng, let's get a divorce, we don't owe each other." Lan Zhen's face was indifferent, as if she was gossip.

Lu Jincheng put down the knife and fork, his dark eyes suddenly turned cold, mixed with some doubts.

He glanced at the documents on the dining table, and the words "Divorce Agreement" were prominently written on it.

He didn't understand Lan Zhen's sudden behavior, let alone the meaning of the phrase "neither owes each other".

The tall figure got up from the dining table and walked in front of Lan Zhen. Lu Jincheng looked down at the stunningly beautiful face in front of him.

She even changed into a brand new dress.

Lu Jincheng's peaceful face suddenly retracted, and the frozen expression was filled with a cold breath, pulling Lan Zhen's soft and delicate jaw, his eyes were awe-inspiring, and he moved his lips lightly.

"You want a divorce? Just because I forgot my wedding anniversary?"