The female supporting role in Quick Wear fell in love at first sight again

Tao Yao was drowsy lying in a rocking chair when it suddenly creaked, and the next second Tao Yao was awakened from her sleep.

Song Zhao picked her up and she lay on his chest. The rocking chair couldn't bear the weight of both of them and it rocked violently. Tao Yao was a little scared and wanted to struggle.

As a result, he was slapped hard on the buttocks, and a hoarse voice of a man was heard, and the chest of the man trembled slightly.

"Want to try it?"

Immediately afterwards, Tao Yao's hand was grabbed by Song Zhao, and her lips were blocked by Song Zhao.

The next morning she woke up in Song Zhao's arms. As soon as Tao Yao opened her eyes, she slapped Song Zhao in the face without any hesitation.

This bastard only knew how to torment her. Tao Yao was so angry after beating him that she kicked Song Zhao again.

"Song Zhao, I'm hungry. Get up and make me breakfast."

Song Zhao was not angry at all for being woken up by her, and gently touched her forehead with his lips.

"Okay, you should get some more sleep. You worked hard last night."

Tao Yao wrapped herself with the quilt and turned over to cover her head to catch up on her sleep. Of course she was tired, as she was the one who worked hard last night, while Song Zhao was the one who enjoyed the benefits of having two wives.

When she woke up, breakfast was ready and Song Zhao was feeding Song Yunan.

Tao Yao drank a mouthful of porridge, looked up and glared at Song Zhao.

"Aren't you going to work? Song Zhao, aren't you busy as hell every day? How come you have time now?"

Song Zhao chuckled and scratched her nose lovingly.

"The company won't go bankrupt without me. Don't worry, I will work hard to make money and won't let you and Yun An go hungry."

Tao Yao slapped his hand away harshly and rolled her eyes at him rudely. Song Zhao really knew how to flatter him.

"Who needs you to support me? I can't spend all the money my parents gave me in my lifetime. Who cares about your filthy money?"

In Song Zhao's heart, she is still extremely cute even when she is in a bad mood.

"Yes, my wife is a wealthy woman, so you will have to support me and Yunan. I can be a househusband and take care of you and Yunan at home."

Without the harassment from Sheng Mingrui and the Song family, Taoyao's life was extremely leisurely. In order to help Song Yunan grow up quickly, Song Zhao sent him to kindergarten.

Song Zhao also returned to his normal get off work and home life. Tao Yao was the only one at home, and her life became extremely boring. All she did every day was eat and sleep, and she had to accompany Song Zhao to have sex at night.

That day, Tao Yao suddenly remembered that her six-month appointment with Song Zhao was about to come.

Tao Yao picked out a sexy black tasseled miniskirt from the cloakroom, put on some delicate makeup, and walked into the bar.

As soon as she entered, the men in the bar became excited. Tao Yao chose a private room. Her red lips curled up and her long, beautiful legs were placed on the black leather sofa.

She took out a black card from her bag and threw it on the table. "Pick a few male models for me. Remember they have to be good-looking and have good figures. Money is not a problem."

When the boss saw the card, a smile spread across his face. "Okay, I'll make sure you're satisfied."

In less than a minute, three handsome male models were brought in. They all had good figures and were dressed very coolly.

The system's eyes widened, thinking that the vixen must have gone crazy today. It silently lit a stick of incense for Taoyao in its heart and said, "May you be lucky. In the last world, you were not locked up in a small dark room, but in this world, you will probably have to go there again."

Its guess turned out to be correct. Just when Taoyao was drinking the wine fed by the handsome guy, eating the fruit fed by the handsome guy himself, and holding the handsome guy's hand to take advantage of him.

The door was kicked open and Song Zhao rushed in angrily with his men.

Tao Yao's hands were still on the male model's abdominal muscles. When she saw Song Zhao's face shrouded in black mist, she swallowed guiltily. After she came to her senses, she immediately encouraged herself. It was okay. Why should she be afraid? She and Song Zhao were going to divorce anyway.

Tao Yao straightened her chest and said, "Song Zhao, what are you doing here?"

Song Zhao winked at the bodyguard behind him, and the three male models were detained by the bodyguard.

Among them, the male model whose abdominal muscles Tao Yao had just touched asked Tao Yao for help aggrievedly, "What are you doing? Let me go, sister, let them let me go."

Song Zhao glanced at him coldly, his aura frighteningly low. "Shut up and take them all out."

"Song Zhao, please release them. I'm telling you, I want to divorce you. Didn't you say before? You'll divorce me in half a year. Now the time has come. What's wrong with me coming out to have some fun?"

The door was slammed shut with a bang, and the dim light of the bar shone on Song Zhao's face, making his expression look even more gloomy. He was like a snake lurking in a damp and dark cave, and Tao Yao was the rabbit that accidentally entered his territory.

Tao Yao realized that something was wrong with Song Zhao, and she moved towards the door cautiously.

"Song Zhao, don't be like this. Didn't we agree that we can part ways amicably? When the time comes, your mother will find you a new wife, and you can continue to live your happy life."

Tao Yao's hand just touched the door handle, and the next second when she thought she could escape, Song Zhao carried her on his shoulders and threw her heavily onto the black sofa.

After school today, Song Yunan found that his father and mother did not come to pick him up. The person who came to pick him up today was a fierce-looking uncle wearing black clothes. The uncle said that his mother was sick and his father was taking care of her, so he could not come to pick him up today.

When Song Yunan heard that his mother was sick, his little face immediately turned into a wrinkled bun. He was afraid of getting sick because he had to get injections and drink bitter medicine. If his mother was sick, would she also have to get injections and drink bitter medicine? He asked his uncle with some concern.

"Uncle, my mother, when will her illness be cured?"

The bodyguard driving in front coughed twice awkwardly. How should he answer the young master's question?

"Master, the lady will be well soon. The master told you to wait patiently."

Song Yunan nodded vigorously, clenching his fists firmly, "I will wait patiently for Mom to recover."

That night, Song Yunan had a nightmare. He dreamed that his mother was locked in a dark house by his father. His mother was crying very sadly, and his father seemed to be beating her.

The next morning, he finally saw his father. His father looked very ugly. When he hugged him, he saw the scratches on his neck. Song Yunan immediately thought of the nightmare last night.

He started to pout and cry, "Daddy, don't hit Mommy, Yun An, I will be good."

Song Zhao wiped his tears helplessly and said, "Dad won't hurt Mom. Dad loves Mom the most in this world. Yun An, don't be afraid."

After listening to his father's words, Song Yunan rubbed his eyes with his little hands and said, "Dad, can I see Mom? I miss her."

Song Zhao gently touched Song Yunan's hair, "Mom is seriously ill. We have to wait until she gets better, Yunan. Mom doesn't want you to see her sick and ugly."

In the dim basement, the walnut wooden door was pushed open by a pair of white hands, and a woman climbed out of the door. She wore a long chain on her snow-white ankle.

Suddenly, a pair of big hands from behind grabbed the woman's ankles and dragged her back.

Then a woman's crying voice begging for mercy came from the door, "Song Zhao, I was wrong, please let me go."

The woman's crying did not make the man show mercy, but instead brought her even more severe punishment.

Seeing that begging for mercy was of no use, the woman started cursing again.

"Song Zhao, you are a fucking lunatic. I hate you."