The ex-husband who can't get rid of [entertainment circle]

Qi Yue felt a shudder down her spine and felt a trace of fear.

He knew that Gu Wenzhe could do what he said, and he always kept his word.

He subconsciously looked out through the glass window, the garage was quiet and there was no one else.

Qi Yue's body stiffened uncomfortably, and her hands holding the steering wheel became tighter and tighter.

He didn't have to turn his head to look, and he knew what kind of eyes Gu Wenzhe was staring at him.

In front of him, Qi Yue has always been like a prey, divided into his own hunting range by this wolf.

Neither of them spoke anymore, but the atmosphere in the narrow compartment became more delicate.

A little nervous and a little ambiguous.

Qi Yue swallowed, the sense of danger made him want to escape from the carriage.

He quickly put his hand on the door handle and turned it. The door only opened a gap before it was slammed shut by another powerful hand behind him, making a "bang" sound.

Qi Yue's hand was still holding the doorknob, but Gu Wenzhe didn't intend to take the hand off his hand at all.

A drop of sweat spilled from Qi Yue's forehead, and he was too close, he could feel Gu Wenzhe's body temperature behind him, as well as his faint scent of men's perfume.

Qi Yue suddenly felt that she couldn't escape.

"Why don't you talk, come home or here?" Gu Wenzhe's breath blew against Qi Yue's ears, making him itchy slightly, shrinking his neck, but it just gave Gu Wenzhe a gap, allowing him to press his face close together .

Qi Yue really wanted to escape this time, but she couldn't.

This time the silence didn't last long, Gu Wenzhe spoke again.

Qi Yue turned her back to him, couldn't see his expression, only heard his voice.

"I miss you."

Qi Yue's heart, which had been beating like a drum, suddenly calmed down. He couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, he only felt complicated and melancholy.

Gu Wenzhe leaned his head on his shoulder, wrapped his arms around his waist, his movements were extremely gentle.

Qi Yue wanted to sigh very much, whenever he was at a loss, he wanted to sigh very much.

But soon, he had no time to think about sighing.

When her body was suddenly pulled over and pressed down, Qi Yue's eyes widened and her breathing stopped.

Gu Wenzhe's face was close at hand, his eyes were fixed on him without blinking, still like a wolf.

"Chris..."

Qi Yue has seen his expression too many times, and there is only one signal in his mind at this moment: danger.

When her lips were tightly sealed, Qi Yue looked out through the glass window again, but fortunately there was still no one there.

Qi Yue tried his best to push Gu Wenzhe who was pressing on him, but without waiting for a reaction, his seat was pushed down suddenly, he was unprepared, startled, and quickly grabbed Gu Wenzhe's arms.

This action gave Gu Wenzhe the convenience to attack, and made him and Qi Yue closer.

Qi Yue wanted to sit up in panic, but she was so suppressed that her lower body couldn't move at all, and he pressed her hands back on the chair.

His eyes moved wildly in panic, and suddenly fixed on Gu Wenzhe's collarbone looming in the collar of his shirt.

Every time they did it before, Qi Yue would stare at him.

He is a clavicle lover, but in the past he always liked to look at women's collarbones. It was not until he met Gu Wenzhe that he realized that men's collarbones are more attractive.

"No, someone will see."

The T-shirt was lifted to her chest, Qi Yue finally couldn't keep silent and opened her mouth.

Unfortunately, the effect is minimal.

"You owe me a year's share, starting today, you have to make it all up to me."

Gu Wenzhe kissed his neck uncontrollably, with such urgency and impatience.

It seemed that a little hesitation would make Qi Yue disappear in front of him.

It seemed that he couldn't bear such a situation at all.

"What was the reason for the divorce?"

Familiar body, familiar feeling, Qi Yue's rejecting hand became weaker and weaker, and her consciousness became more and more lost.

He didn't answer Gu Wenzhe what made him choose to divorce and escape a year ago.

Gu Wenzhe didn't ask any more questions, he knew that he couldn't get Qi Yue's answer at present.

But he also knew that he must get this answer.

Gu Wenzhe grabbed Qi Yue's lips fiercely, and kissed his lower lip deeply. Qi Yue's lower lip was thicker than his upper lip and felt soft to the touch.

"Chris...not here...go home...go home please."

Qi Yue's chest heaved violently, and the feeling that it was getting harder and harder to lose control made him panic.

Keeping her current position in mind, Qi Yue tried her best to avoid Gu Wenzhe's plunder, and said this sentence.

"late."

Gu Wenzhe's urgent panting, and his body pressed tightly against him, showed that he had no choice but to fire.

Qi Yue thought, it would be great if anyone can stop Gu Wenzhe now.

Fortunately, he finally ushered in a glimmer of light.

A piece of the default ringtone of the Apple mobile phone, ding ding dong dong.

Qi Yue was overjoyed, who called, so timely.

When the bell rang for the third time, Gu Wenzhe stopped kissing the lips on Qi Yue's abdomen.

Qi Yue's tense body relaxed a little.

"Your call, don't you answer it?"

He glanced at Gu Wenzhe's fully dressed clothes, then at himself about to be undressed, and hurriedly urged him.

Gu Wenzhe took out his phone from his pocket and looked at it.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qi Yue wanted to break free, but his body was still under his pressure and could not move at all, only the legs that clamped his waist could kick twice.

"Nick, what's the matter?"

When Gu Wenzhe picked up the phone, seeing Qi Yue kept moving around, he glared at him through the glasses and pressed him even tighter.

The other end of the phone froze for a moment, and then a voice that Qi Yue could also hear came: "What are you doing? The voice is so wheezing?"

Gu Wenzhe was a little impatient, "I'm busy." Subtext, speaking directly.

"Well, you didn't tell me when you came back. Xiaofeng knew you were back and said he wanted to invite you."

Hearing this, Gu Wenzhe was patient and polite, "Thank your wife for me, I will contact you when I am free."

"...Your voice is very strange." The other party still couldn't help asking.

"I'm not free now, let's talk later, hang up."

After Gu Wenzhe finished speaking, he quickly hung up the phone.

Qi Yue in front of him stopped making trouble, and chased him with bright eyes and asked, "I see that the name of your phone contact is Nick, and you said his wife's name is Xiaofeng, so it couldn't be Chen Jiacheng who called you just now?" Bar."

Chen Jiacheng, the youngest winner of Auska Best Actor, has always been his idol.

Unexpectedly, Gu Wenzhe knew him.

"You know him well?" Gu Wenzhe's words were a bit sour.

Qi Yue was nervous at first, so he didn't hear it at all, and said with excitement on his face, "Yeah, I really like him..."

The color of excitement was fleeting and became a little unbearably distorted.

The long-lost feeling made Qi Yue's breathing very short.

"I don't like it when you like other men."

Gu Wenzhe spoke lightly, his voice was hoarse.

"It's not that kind of liking..." Qi Yue quickly explained.

Gu Wenzhe turned the seat back a bit, and placed Qi Yue between his body and the seat, allowing him to be firmly controlled by him.

There is no escape, no escape.

"Then what are you to me?"

Gu Wenzhe chased after him and asked.

Qi Yue was like a string, Gu Wenzhe plucked it with the fastest fingering, making him lose control.

"I…"

Qi Yue's mind went blank, he heard his question.

But he didn't want to answer his question at all.

Gu Wenzhe stared at him closely with sharp and affectionate eyes, full of anticipation for his answer.

In the end, Qi Yue just bit her lip, closed her eyes, and didn't speak again.

There was a hint of disappointment in Gu Wenzhe's eyes.

He hugged Qi Yue tightly, as if drinking water after being thirsty for too long, wishing he could swallow Qi Yue.

"Qi Yue."

Gu Wenzhe bit Qi Yue's neck unwillingly, and finally turned into a kiss, muttering in a low voice, revealing a trace of pain.

"You really make me helpless."