The female supporting role just wants to survive, but the boss insists on falling in love

After Zhuang Xiao finished speaking, her brain fell into a long silence and she couldn't help but hold her breath.

In the cloakroom of a medium size, one person and one system were caught in an invisible confrontation.

It lasted so long that Zhuang Xiao felt his hands holding the clothes hanger were sore from the force. Zhuang Xiao loosened his hand, took two steps back, leaned his back against the glass cabinet in the center, and tried to calm himself.

"Wife."

"Wife!" Tu Yan's voice broke through the solidified air and reached Zhuang Xiao's ears.

He was a little hesitant at first, as if he was not used to it, but he soon liked this name and called it with confidence, even dragging out a short ending tone to seem much closer.

Zhuang Xiao's tense breathing eased. She tilted her head and said, "The button of my underwear is stuck. Now!"

The sound in the bedroom immediately weakened, and after a long while, he hummed, "Oh."

"He is the hero. He has gathered the luck of this world. Everything is inevitable. It's just a matter of time." When Tu Yan was talking, No. 23 remained silent. After the brief conversation between the two, it spoke in a low voice, as if it was afraid of something. "You can stop it today, but you can't stop it in the future."

"The one I want to stop now is just you." Zhuang Xiao found the key point. She couldn't let No. 23 gain the power to overwhelm Tu Yan through the development of the plot.

"As for the future..." Zhuang Xiao also fell into deep thought. What happened today was just a coincidence. God knows how much effort she put in to get Tu Yan to agree to a divorce.

"Wife..."

While Zhuang Xiao was in a daze, Tu Yan's hesitant voice came from the bedroom, "Do you want my help?"

Zhuang Xiao could imagine Tu Yan's shy look when he heard the voice, and couldn't help but smile, "Yes."

There was silence for a while before Tu Yan's voice came from the other end of the bedroom, "I'm here."

What followed was Tu Yan's suppressed "ouch", as if he was walking too hastily and bumped into something in a panic.

In short, when Tu Yan stood at the door of the cloakroom, his collar was tilted, he was barefoot, his cheeks were red, his eyelashes were drooping, and he didn't know where to look with his eyes.

Zhuang Xiao was only wearing underwear, looking lazy and charming. She leaned against the glass cabinet and tilted her head. "Why don't you come in?"

Tu Yan clenched his hands hanging at his sides into fists. The scene before him clearly exceeded his expectations. Although he had been looking forward to it a little, the vividness of kissing his wife clearly broke through his bottom line and easily made his heart beat disorderly.

Tu Yan paused for a long while before slowly stepping into the cloakroom.

Zhuang Xiao turned his back and said, "The buttons can't be unbuttoned."

Tu Yan lowered his head, his tall figure blocked the light, and his grey-black shadow was cast on his lover's snow-white skin, rising and falling along the curves of bones and muscles. The thin white shoulder straps pinched the flesh, squeezing out a little bit of soft flesh, easily arousing the desire of the viewer.

Tu Yan, who had remained calm even in the face of a huge crisis, was so nervous for the first time that his fingers trembled. After taking a deep breath, he reached out and touched the translucent gauze strap.

"How to solve it?"

Tu Yan heard his own voice, which was unusually hoarse.

After asking, he realized that his question was a bit silly.

More importantly, it exposed his "bad intentions".

"Hehe..." As expected, Zhuang Xiao was amused, and Tu Yan felt the skin under his fingers tremble slightly.

"It doesn't matter." Zhuang Xiao said, "Then I'll teach you once."

Fortunately, his wife was very patient, and Tu Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he could exhale, Zhuang Xiao's action successfully made his breath stuck in his chest, and he froze in place.

As he was unable to unbutton his clothes, Zhuang Xiao reached back and touched his back. He flicked his fingers gently and there was a slight "click" sound, and the back buttons popped open.

The stretched back, with flexible and delicate lines of the spine winding down, tempted Tu Yan's eyes to follow.

Tu Yan's tall stature played an important role at this moment. His commanding perspective allowed him to see the graceful curve in front of Zhuang Xiao, a hint of pink flashed by, and she was held by a pair of hands.

Tu Yan's breathing became heavy and his brain seemed to be on fire.

While he was dizzy, some images flashed through his mind. It was still the person in front of him, wearing a red satin sling and riding on his waist...

He was distracted for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he found that his arms were filled with warmth and fragrance.

The person in her arms looked up at her. Her long hair was slightly messy, her face was jade-like and her lips were red. Her face was covered with powder. Her lips were bright red and the indentations from her teeth could be vaguely seen. "Husband."

These two words were like a switch, Tu Yan's rationality was completely shattered, and there was only one thought in his mind: this is my wife, my lover.

It turns out that even if the mind forgets, the body's feelings are still there.

Tu Yan pried open Zhuang Xiao's teeth with familiarity. His impatient movements brought about a burning sensation, and his arms were so tight that he seemed to want to embed her into his body.

……

When Tu Yan regained his senses, he found that his palms were filled with warmth and soft touch. He rubbed them reflexively, causing the person in his arms to murmur.

Zhuang Xiao was wearing a nightgown, and he helped her put it on. Now he actually lifted her skirt up in his sleep, and his hand reached into her skirt, hugging her in his arms, flesh to flesh...

Realizing this, Tu Yan's cheeks turned red and he secretly cursed himself for being shameless.

Of course, despite the scolding, his "deviant" hands showed no sign of moving away.

After condemning him, he unceremoniously tightened his arms and hugged the person tightly.

Zhuang Xiao felt his movements in a daze, yawned a little, raised his head slightly, and leaned on his shoulder.

"Did I wake you up?" Tu Yan whispered, patting her as if he was coaxing a baby.

Zhuang Xiao felt a little sleepy in this delicate atmosphere. Smelling the familiar smell, he suddenly remembered the warning of No. 23. He asked, "If I divorce you again, will you still give me half of my property?"

Tu Yan paused, a little bit unable to believe his ears, "Why do you want to divorce again?"

You're getting divorced again before the test of remarriage is over?

His brain started to throb whenever he heard the word "divorce".

"That's not the point." The point is property! Property!

"Don't worry about it. I'm happy." Zhuang Xiao randomly brushed the hair stuck to the back of his neck, propped himself up, stared at Tu Yan with burning eyes, and fully demonstrated what it meant to be unreasonable. "Just tell me, are you going to give it to me or not?"

"Give it to me." Tu Yan nodded, looking a little aggrieved, "Can you not leave me? I will give it to you even if you don't leave me..."

"Ah!" Zhuang Xiao shouted excitedly after getting the answer and threw himself into Tu Yan's arms.

With Tu Yan's confused expression, she held Tu Yan's face, patted him hard several times, and smiled brightly, "Hubby, you are so nice!"

Tu Yan looked at his wife's lovely appearance, and something in him honestly rose up...

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Six years later.

You Jun was sleeping until he woke up naturally. He rushed to the office leisurely. As soon as he got off the elevator, his capable assistant came forward and said, "Boss You, Boss Tu is here. He is waiting for you in the office..."

You Junzheng's footsteps stopped immediately. Not only did he stop, he even began to fall back. "He said I had something to do today and didn't come..."

"Boss You!" The assistant interrupted him and pointed at the office door. "I'm afraid it's too late."

The office door was open, and Tu Yan, dressed in a neat suit, was standing at the door, staring at him.

You Junzheng held his forehead in pain and walked into the office dejectedly, "What brings you here?"

Although it was a question, You Junzheng answered without hesitation, "I can never be your best man again."

"Really?" Facts proved that he was right. "You customized the new supercar and I paid for it. Are you not going to be a boss?"

You Junzheng turned his head and stared at Tu Yan, unable to suppress the panic in his voice, "Is this really the case?!"

"Since you have no intention, forget it." Tu Yan nodded and took out a beautifully framed invitation from his pocket. "May 20th, welcome."

You Jun was holding the invitation, trembling a little, and looked up at Tu Yan, his face full of despair, "Tu Xiaoyan, is it possible that the thing that couples celebrate once a year is called a wedding anniversary?"

"It's between you two, and you live your life on your own."

"I'm not asking you to drag your relatives and friends into getting divorced and remarried every year!!!"

Tu Yan took a step back, worried that You Junzheng's saliva would splash on his face, and blinked leisurely, "What's the difference?"

You Jun was trying his best to suppress the surging emotions in his heart. He took a deep breath and pulled Tu Yan to sit down. "Tell me, what are you thinking? In the past few years, you two have treated your divorce like your wedding anniversary. You divorced and got married every year..."

"You don't understand. This is a taste." Tu Yan was very frugal with his words.

You Jun was gritting his teeth, almost biting his tongue, and silently said "calm down" several times before he found his voice and quickly grasped the key point, "Did this divorce take away half of your assets again?"

Tu Yan nodded as a matter of course, "Of course."

"She's stuck here? And she's talking about fun? Bullshit fun!" You Junzheng wanted to replace the invitation with a brick and hit him on the head to wake him up, "Wake up! She only loves your money!!!"

Tu Yan stiffened his neck and raised his head, saying: "How can loving my money not count as loving me?"

Looking at Tu Yan's cocky look, You Jun was pointing at Tu Yan with a trembling finger, "You, you, you... go check your brain!"

Facing You Junzheng's collapse, Tu Yan had no sympathy at all and remained in high spirits. After saying "Remember to come", he left.

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In the Huanyu Building, all employees received the annual email, "To congratulate Mr. Tu and his wife on their wedding, we will give them three days off and make up one month's bonus..."

The employees have gone from being excited at the beginning to just taking a quick glance at the headlines and are too lazy to even open it.

As the workday drew to a close, the staff in the secretary's office gathered in twos and threes, holding drinks. "Again?"

"Yeah." The person who replied was a little listless.

"Is this the sixth time?" Someone counted on his fingers.

"Counting my first marriage, this is my seventh time." Secretary Wang, an old employee of the company, gave the accurate answer.

The girl next to him was flipping through her phone. Their marriage had become a hot topic, and she echoed, "It turns out that it's no wonder that Mr. Tu's business is so big. His creativity is really endless!"

"So why is this?" a newcomer asked curiously.

Secretary Wang thought about Tu Yan's tender expression when he looked at Zhuang Xiaoshi, took a sip of tea, and said leisurely: "For love~"

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On the picturesque island, facing the cool and moist sea breeze, Zhuang Xiao and Tu Yan, dressed in blue wedding dresses, hugged each other, their bare shoulders shivering in the wind.

Tu Yan hugged her tightly, put his warm hands on her shoulders, and gently stroked them. "Are you cold? How about going inside first?"

Zhuang Xiao shook his head and looked up at Tu Yan's increasingly mature and handsome face. "Just hold me."

When their eyes met, they exchanged a tender kiss.

"We won't be on the island next time." Zhuang Xiao said softly.

"Okay." Tu Yan agreed for no reason. "How about going to the desert? What's that word...wasteland style?"

"I will think about it."

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