My divorce is going crazy! My husband's whole family is dumbfounded

There was the sound of a shower in the bathroom. Wen Lan pushed open the door and snuggled into Bu Yufan's arms.

"hungry?"

He gave her a wicked smile and looked down at her in his arms lovingly.

"are you not hungry?"

She met his gaze playfully and asked him back bluntly.

"Only you can feed me."

He punned and tore the light purple lace on her body.

"You're so violent?"

"Who made you like it!"

She asked him questions and he answered them, and there was a lot of communication.

"Didn't you have enough last night?"

She was a little worried that he didn't enjoy himself.

"Ms. Wen, it wasn't last night. We did it until 2 a.m."

He reminded her with ulterior motives.

"You've been doing this for so long?"

she blurted out.

"You've been crazy for so long!"

He had no intention of letting her go.

"Am I crazy?"

Her face was red and her body was covered with soap bubbles.

"It's crazy! Your neck, your back, your sex lips, your booty and thi..."

Bu Yufan sang the lyrics of the song to her.

She was so embarrassed that she blocked his mouth when she heard the last word.

"You don't want me to tell you?"

He grabbed her wrist and removed her fingers.

She nodded, her face flushed.

"If you don't want me to say it, then you have to let me do it."

He turned her around, his firm, perfect chest and abdominal muscles pressed against her back.

This ups and downs made her calves tremble.

So much so that when Bu Yufan wanted to take her out for dinner, she seemed to have trouble even stepping on the accelerator or brakes properly.

He held back his laughter, switched driving positions with her, drove her car himself, and took her to eat Cantonese food.

Both of them had surprisingly good appetites.

They scrambled to eat the steamed grouper.

She refused to give him any more of the palm-sized South African abalone.

He would scoop a few spoonfuls of her bird's nest to eat.

"Mr. Bu, like cures like?"

"Miss Wen, don't forget to change the sheets when you get home."

"Bu Yufan, are they all mine?"

"Wen Lan, first yours, then mine."

The car was going very fast, at a speed that others could not understand.

Her phone rang, it was a WeChat message.

Wen Lan glanced at him casually, and his expression froze instantly.

Fortunately, Bu Yufan was still trying to steal her bird's nest and didn't notice anything unusual about her.

The message was sent by Zhou Yajun, Bu Yufan's biological mother, with whom he had not yet broken the ice.

"Lanlan, I heard from Yunshang about you and Bu Yufan. I am very relieved and have no regrets. What I said as a joke at that time, I wanted to have a daughter-in-law like you, and it turned out to be true."

Wen Lan's eyes turned red and she was a little moved.

She was just thinking about how to reply when Bu Yufan gave her one of the cherry jelly he had just handed over.

"Try it. It's sour and fruity, and it helps relieve greasiness."

"it is good!"

She put her phone down, lowered her head and concentrated on eating the dessert he had chosen for her, pretending nothing had happened.

"Bu Yufan."

"Ok?"

He ate dessert with her, looking happy and cheerful.

She didn't know where to start.

"I love you, Bu Yufan."

He looked at her and smiled at her with the same emotion, and there was a hint of boyishness in that smile.

It is simple, clean and purely boyish.

"Wen Lan, please choose a time. I want to visit my future mother-in-law."

"Bu Yufan..."

The words were on the tip of her tongue, and she wanted to bring up Zhou Yajun's matter, but she swallowed them back.

"What's wrong? Why are you hesitating? Is it because I can't do it?"

"Oh! You said that on purpose! I'm not worthy of you!"

"Miss Wen, when did you become so humble?"

"Mr. Bu, thank you for not disrespecting me. I am divorced and have children."

After hearing this, he no longer had that joking look on his face and put down the cutlery in his hand.

"You're angry?"

Wen Lan suddenly remembered that under the heavy rain, he once said with tears in his eyes that he loved all of her.

"Divorced, with kids, so what?"

He asked her back.

"Bu Yufan..."

"Wen Lan, this is the life you've lived. From now on, it's mine too."

"Bu Yufan, you always make me cry."

"Cry if you want to. Cry as much as you want in my arms."

He took her hand.

"There's one more thing. Miss Wen, if you don't want a child for the time being, I don't quite agree with taking emergency contraceptive pills, but..."

"Who said I don't want it!"

She interrupted him quickly.

"You really want to have a baby with me?"

"Yeah! I really want to!"

"why?"

He seemed to be thinking about something, as if he was asking a question even though he knew the answer.

"I hope I can give you a special and happy home!"

Tears welled up in her eyes.

"You are my happiness."

He raised his chin to hide his emotion, sniffed, looked at her lovingly, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingers.

Bu Yufan once said that he wanted Wen Lan to take charge of IELTS Culture and Tourism, and he was not lying.

He did not give her such a position out of favoritism.

This woman's intelligence and courage are exactly the same as his.

Even her unexpected ruthlessness, which was rare in the world, conquered him again and again.

The company location of IELTS Culture and Tourism is right next to the IELTS headquarters.

Bu Yufan also spent a huge amount of money to buy a building from the Republic of China era, a two-story garden building, and registered it in her name instead of the company's.

The employees of the Cultural and Tourism Branch all know very well that their beautiful female boss only comes to "work" every afternoon in her light purple Rolls-Royce, which is unique in the city.

"The construction of Dailing Hotel has been basically completed. The location maps of various details, as well as the construction and decoration of guest rooms and public areas, will be followed up by the engineering department of IELTS headquarters. What we need to do is to make a good operation plan for Dailing. Pay attention, Yin He, this is a complex operation model."

Wen Lan assigned tasks to Yin He, one of the persons in charge of the Dailing project.

Yin He was the person Wen Lan personally selected from a pile of resumes. He was less than 30 years old, had a master's degree from an agricultural college, majored in an unpopular field, and had a rebellious streak in his elegance.

"Boss, a compound operating model? I don't quite understand."

Yin He has a strong academic atmosphere.

"If you don't understand, go learn it. I don't pay you such a high salary to listen to your nonsense."

"Boss, this is the truth."

"Any useless words, including the truth, are nonsense. I want to see the first draft of this plan in three days."

Wen Lan had a rhythm in his mind, and he spoke and acted like a boss.

"Boss, there are currently three companies engaged in the design and production of cultural and creative products, all of which want to cooperate with our Dailing project."

"Have you seen it? What do you think?"

"not so good!"

"Yin He, if you're not that good, don't waste my time."

"I said I was not qualified, but you insisted that I come to the project department in Dailing."

The department that Yin He was originally going to interview was the engineering department of the IELTS headquarters. His major in the Agricultural College was landscape design.

"Yin He, you'll never make it in the world if you just rely on landscape design. Since you know your problem, go and solve it. Submit your report in three days, or you'll be fired!"

Wen Lan gave the death order very resolutely.