Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

Sudden braking at high speed is fatal.

Hearing his daughter's voice, Qiao Zhanbei's body trembled suddenly, beads of hot sweat slipped from the corner of his forehead, he quickly rolled over from Ye Mian, and pulled the quilt to cover the ambiguous scene of the two of them disheveled.

Ye Mian's lust was pushed to the extreme, and when she heard Qiao Qiao's cry, she was also startled suddenly, and for a moment, she lost all desire.

Little Qiaoqiao was wearing a silk nightdress with suspenders and little slippers. She walked to the bed and frowned unhappily when she saw her mother and father sleeping together.

"Qiao Qiao, aren't you asleep?" Qiao Zhanbei sat up with a kind smile on his face, "Want to sleep with Mom and Dad?"

Qiao Qiao shook her head, "Sleeping with Mom."

Qiao Zhanbei: "..."

He was disliked again?

Ye Mian's heart warmed, and she couldn't hold back her joy, she lifted the quilt and said, "Come to Mommy's arms."

It's rare for her precious daughter to cling to her.

Little Qiaoqiao didn't go to bed right away. She looked at Qiao Zhanbei on the other side of the big bed, frowning and pouted.

Ye Mian understood her expression: Let Dad go.

"Brother Qiao, why don't you go to the guest room? The guest room opposite can accommodate people. Auntie just cleaned it today." Ye Mian turned to look at the man beside her and asked in a low voice.

Qiao Zhanbei's face darkened, he didn't speak, he hugged Ye Mian's waist tightly, his face was pressed against her face, and he looked at the little person on the bed provocatively with his black eyes.

Qiaoqiao watched her father hugging her mother intimately, she grabbed her mother's hand and pulled her with all her breastfeeding strength, and she was bound to snatch her away from her father's arms.

Qiao Zhanbei was amused and annoyed when he saw his daughter's small appearance. This little padded jacket was blatantly competing with him for favor.

He kissed Ye Mian in front of the little man.

Little Qiaoqiao froze for a moment, and she pulled her mother harder.

Being so cared about by Gao Leng's daughter, Ye Mian's heart warmed up.

But the big and the small were all vying for favor, she was in a dilemma, struggling in her heart, "Brother Qiao, go to the guest room to sleep, I want to sleep with Qiao Qiao."

Leave the father and leave the daughter.

Hearing this, Qiao Zhanbei raised his elbows, his handsome face hung above hers, and his eyes were fixed on her.

The man's hot and humid breath sprayed on her face. His cold and handsome face had a three-dimensional and deep outline, and in his black eyes, there was resentment in his eyes, as if he had been abandoned by him.

Ye Mian's heart palpitations made her almost soft-hearted, and suddenly she felt that he was really naive, competing with his one-year-old daughter for favor, and he was still trying to curry favor with little people during the day.

"Qiao Qiao seldom clings to me, go quickly." She urged him cruelly.

He fell out of favor.

Qiao Zhanbei let go of her reluctantly, looked at the domineering and strong daughter, and kept saying: my own, my own.

The man walked out of the bedroom in frustration.

As soon as he left, little Qiaoqiao climbed onto the big bed and got into her mother's arms.

Smelling the scent of milk on her body, Ye Mian felt warm in her heart, her baby is really her caring little padded jacket.

Nestling in her mother's arms, little Qiaoqiao closed her eyes, and soon fell into a sweet dreamland.

Holding the little baby's milk-smelling body, Ye Mian almost fell asleep, thinking that a certain man was still guarding the vacant guest room, so she kissed little Qiao Qiao's cheek and got up.

She changed into a sexy black lace suspender nightdress, wrapped it in a silk nightgown, took a box of covers, put them in her pocket, and left the bedroom.

Coax the big ones to go.

But, where is he in the guest room?

Ye Mian felt disappointed for a while, thinking that he had left.

The study room is decorated in a retro style, and the dark wooden bookshelves are full of books, neat and orderly.

Under the bronze chandelier, a man is sitting behind a dark retro American-style desk. He is wearing a dark blue silk nightgown, with a cigarette in his mouth, looking intently at the laptop on the table, typing on the keyboard with his long fingers .

After a while, he picked up the cigarette with his long fingers, lit a little ash in the ashtray, and put it in his mouth again. His deep eyes never left the computer screen for a moment.

Focus and be serious.

You can tell at a glance that you are dealing with official business.

Ye Mian stood at the door, watching this scene, her heart skipped a beat.

She used to be obsessed with his workaholic look.

She swallowed, pushed open the heavy door, and walked in quietly. There was a faint smell of tobacco in the air.

Qiao Zhanbei, with a cigarette in his mouth, was replying to an email from work. When he noticed someone coming in, he raised his head.

Seeing that she was wearing long hair and wrapped in a pearl white silk nightgown, the black lace at the skirt was looming, and he squinted his eyes.

Didn't you go to the father to keep the daughter and sleep with the daughter? Why did you find him?

"Working overtime?" Ye Mian stood by the desk, supported the table with one hand, bent over, leaned forward, looked at him opposite, raised the corners of her lips, and asked.

The belt of the silk nightgown unravels easily and the placket opens to reveal a sexy black lace nightdress underneath.

On the man's white neck, the sexy protruding Adam's apple slid up and down.

"I don't want to stay alone in the empty room, so I came to reply to a few emails. I'm sorry, I used your computer without your permission. Don't you mind?" He looked at her with a cigarette in his mouth, and said politely.

Seeing his cold, white and ascetic face through the curling smoke, Ye Mian shook her head slightly, and took the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Smoking again, still in my study." She said, biting the cigarette herself, and took a deep breath skillfully.

All kinds of styles.

Qiao Zhanbei choked for breath, his throat tightened, and his eyes deepened.

Facing his bewitching face, she blew out a cigarette.

There was a stir in the man's heart, and he was fascinated by her.

"Miss Ye, what do you want from me?" He secretly cleared his throat, looking calm.

Ye Mian bit her cigarette, walked around the solid wood desk, walked to his side, and poured it into his arms like boneless.

The sultry sweet fragrance of the woman and the cool woody tone of the man's abstinence are entangled in the air.

She held the cigarette between her jade fingers, pointed at his face, and exhaled another puff of smoke. She looked at him with winking eyes.

There seemed to be a pair of hooks in the woman's eyes, hooking his soul, and she only heard her say: "I'm lucky to spoil you."

Qiao Zhanbei's lower abdomen instantly felt hot, and his black eyes were full of strong desire. He clenched his molars tightly, slowly took the cigarette out of her mouth with his fingers, leaned forward, and pressed it hard into the ashtray.

He looked back at her, his eyes were fiery, and her heart trembled.

"Well……"

The man held her face and kissed her fiercely.

The smell of tobacco remained in her sweet mouth, strong and sweet, driving him crazy.

Ye Mian kissed him back eagerly, the silk nightgown slipped off her shoulders, revealing one uninjured shoulder, white skinny collarbone, and black lace shoulder straps.

Qiao Zhanbei bumped into this provocative scene by accident, and the animal desire in his body became more wild and unrestrained...

The computer, ashtray, books and other items on the desk were wiped away by the man. He hugged her and sat on the desk. She took out a silver-packed Okabook from her pocket and smashed it on his chest.

Qiao Zhanbei took it in his hand, took out one, looked at her, and eagerly bit it open.

The man's originally cold and restrained face was now full of lust, her heart was burning hot, and her jade legs wrapped around his waist like vines.

Under the bronze chandelier, the light is dim, and the two bodies reunited after a long absence outline a charming picture of lust...