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

"What did you say? You have breasts?"

After hearing that, Nan Yunshang deliberately glanced at Meng Jingran with a slight contempt.

"Of course I do!"

Meng Jingran argued.

"Heh...it's such a subtle thing, no wonder you're the only one who knows about it."

Secretary Nan spoke sarcastically again. He placed her on the emergency bed and moved her into the car.

Meng Jingran felt angry again. Was there ever a time when she couldn't win an argument?

"Mr. Nan, if I'm not mistaken, you should have been single for a long time, right?"

"Doctor Meng, I just saved your life with Heimlich. It was all because I was kind-hearted. You don't have to give yourself to me."

"Mr. Nan, I'll give you a psychological consultation someday to see if you have any physical problems? It's free!"

The two people were on the verge of a fight.

"Patient, please calm down a little. I'll fill out your medical records."

The emergency doctor on the vehicle saw that Meng Jingran was still full of energy and felt that she was not seriously injured.

"Ha! You're already quarreling right after you've found your life! I don't think anyone would like a fierce woman like you."

Secretary Nan and Meng Jingran met for the first time, which started with a drama and ended with a quarrel.

That night, when Wen Lan called Meng Jingran to say hello, she had already returned home and was cooking snail noodles.

"Wen Lan, that Secretary Nan has no manners at all!"

She slurped noodles and spoke ill of Nan Yunshang.

"Jingran, don't you have any manners? He paid for Dior, gave you the Heimlich, and carried you to the ambulance. He even asked the driver to drive you home."

Wen Lan spoke fair words for Nan Yunshang.

"My car? If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten about it!"

Meng Jingran really didn't think of this.

"What's that noise? Are you eating noodles?"

Wen Lan heard a slurping sound.

"Snail rice noodle, so satisfying. Add the stinky, spicy and chicken feet, and I also made a fried egg myself."

"Meng Jingran, you look a lot like Nan Yunshang. I just called him and he was cooking snail noodles!"

"is it?"

Meng Jingran slurped the noodles while smiling.

"Okay, eat slowly, don't wolf it down. Bu Yufan said he'll treat you to dinner next week, I'll invite Yang Lucao along as well."

"Okay, see you next week."

Meng Jingran hung up the phone.

On the 28th floor, Bu Yufan and Wen Lan’s luxury residence with river view.

He was in the kitchen frying cod and steak for her.

"Baby, I wasn't full just now, eat these."

Bu Yufan handed over a plate, speaking in his unique tone that was both gentle and commanding.

"Oh my, it smells so good! Is that creamy?"

Wen Lan brought it over with both hands. She looked at the two pieces of perfectly fried cod on the plate and couldn't help but admire them.

"Bu Yufan, how come you are so good? You can even cook a dish like this now?"

She took a fork and tasted it.

"Mmmmm! Delicious!"

She cut another piece, blew it cool, and fed it to her man.

"It's delicious, so eat more. Then you won't be hungry again later!"

Bu Yufan raised his eyebrows at Wen Lan, looking as if he had impure motives.

"Later?"

Wen Lan accepted his invitation.

"Not now?"

She stuck close behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and touched his muscles.

"Touch there again?"

He turned around and spoke to her behind him.

"It hasn't started yet."

She turned him around and removed his extra clothing.

"What do you want to do, little rascal?"

He leaned against the sink, arms outstretched, his voice erratic.

"What else can you do? Aren't you crazy about it?"

She turned off the open flame on the stove and did things that all men like to do to him in a very nice manner.

The floor heating in my house was turned on slightly, so whether I walked on the floor barefoot or with my knees touching the floor, my body felt warm.

Although she couldn't speak for the time being, her hands were not idle. She stretched out her hands casually on his body, and every muscle of his was tense and filled her palms.

"Baby, you're getting better and better."

He spoke these words intermittently, and seeing him like this, she felt more encouraged and became more and more adept at it.

"come over!"

He pulled her up and hugged her from behind, quite suddenly and without warning, going straight to the point.

It was the first time that Wen Lan was close to him wearing clothes, and for some reason, it seemed fresh and unique.

He kept her in one place and wouldn't even let her move.

The more Bu Yufan tried to stop her from moving, the more rebellious she became, which only resulted in him punishing her more severely.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

He leaned down and sucked her earlobe passionately, seeing through her little interest.

"It was... intentional...! Don't feel... bad... for me... I. Like. You. Lose. Control. So. Much."

The intervals between Wen Lan's words became shorter and shorter, and she almost finished the whole sentence word by word.

She got what she wanted.

After a while, after a while.

Wen Lan rested on the sofa for a long time and went to look for the plate of pan-fried cod with cream sauce.

"You like this so much?"

Bu Yufan pulled her into his arms and asked her to eat while lying down. Wen Lan knew what he was talking about.

"Love it! I can't get enough of the cream sauce you make."

She tasted the rich flavor, dipped a little with her finger, and fed it to him.

"baby!"

"Ok?"

"I'll tell you a secret!"

"what?"

Wen Lan was curious about what he was about to say.

He hooked his finger and asked her to lean closer to his ear.

"Baby, I'm the best at making cream sauce."

As soon as these words came out, her face immediately flushed, but it was not because of Bu Yufan's love words which had other implications.

But he, this bad man, started to work on her as soon as he said that.

"Bu Yufan, you are such a bad guy!"

She did not stop him and enjoyed his love openly.

"I admit it's big. I admit it's bad."

He said sweet words to her and held her hand.

"I don't admit it!"

Wen Lan regretted it. She came across the third word.

“It doesn’t get any better than this!”

Who doesn’t know how to say sweet words?

She kissed him lingeringly. The time after this passionate moment was her favorite.

Bu Yufan never slept soundly, but always spent time with her lovingly and affectionately, as if he could never get enough of her.

The two of them joked around, made fun of each other, and even reviewed things in a tender and sweet manner.

He always praised her, saying she was beautiful, soft, nice, great, open-minded, and he liked her...

He can express one meaning in a thousand different ways, which maximizes the emotional value of love.

Which woman would not be confused when there is a man like this around her, who is rich, super handsome, so capable, and so loyal?

"Wen Lan."

"Ok?"

"The day after tomorrow is the weekend. I will book a flight ticket later. We agreed to take our daughter to the amusement park."

Bu Yufan picked up the phone.