Ex-Husband Wants To Marry Again - Chap 413
“You know that I am a very face-saving person. Even if I know that I am wrong, I knock out my teeth and swallow blood in my stomach, I am not willing to admit my mistakes. In the past two years, I have controlled myself not to think about him, Control myself not to love him. But it’s useless. I miss him, miss him like crazy. Since the album [All I Want], I’ve written every song for him. There’s nothing grand There is no surging national righteousness, my belief is him.”
Qiao Yuancheng recalled the situation at KTV that day, he always thought he had forgotten this person long ago, but when he saw Cheng Yan, he realized that there was something It has been engraved in the mind and cannot be forgotten at all.
Cheng Yan could easily wake up his memory and at the same time wake him up easily.
He couldn’t pretend anymore.
He didn’t want to pretend anymore.
It was so hard to lie to myself not to love him.
Du Xiang was shocked by his words and couldn’t recover for a long time.
After Qiao Yuancheng’s official announcement, he had to marry Cheng Yan, otherwise his reputation would be greatly affected.
At this time, getting married can solve the problem of copyright, and it can also solve personal problems.
Qiao Yuancheng had considered it carefully.
Du Xiang rubbed the space between his brows, “Since you have made up your mind, I have nothing to say. You alone will bear the subsequent chain reaction. The company will not pay you.” Qiao Yuancheng shrugged, not paying much attention: ”
I don’t care about quitting the showbiz at the worst.”
Du Xiang was heartbroken: “The opportunity you have waited for so long is wasted like this. You are really…”
Qiao Yuancheng smiled: “I want to get married! I really think about it! One has to go crazy once in this lifetime.”
Du Xiang sighed.
There was a lot of mess in the company to be cleaned up, so Du Xiang didn’t stop there. After he left, Qiao Yuancheng returned to the living room, and Cheng Yan was still sleeping on the sofa, sleeping very soundly.
Qiao Yuancheng stared at his sleeping face for a while, then bent down and picked him up.
When sending him back to the bedroom, Cheng Yan woke up.
”Fuck, Qiao Yuancheng, what the hell do you want to do?”
Cheng Yan looked at him vigilantly, and kept shrinking into the bed: “I tell you, you will clarify our matter tomorrow. Pregnant, you can’t talk nonsense in the media.”
Qiao Yuancheng raised his eyebrows slightly: “Not pregnant? I didn’t wear a condom in KTV that day.”
This didn’t make Cheng Yan pregnant, and he was very disappointed. Cheng Yan sneered and said, ” As
for your bullshit level, let me get pregnant and wait for the next life !
” Cheng Yan’s scalp was numb because of this movement, he picked up the pillow and threw it on the approaching man: “Qiao Yuancheng, if you dare to touch me, I’ll chop off the thing under you.” “Shall I hit you, you bastard ! ” Qiao Yuancheng grabbed his ankle, pulled him in front of him, and leaned forward, “Save some strength, I’ll call you later!” If eyes could kill, Cheng Yan’s eyes might have killed Qiao Yuancheng Ling Chi long ago . But he can only learn some anger with his eyes, the gap between his physical strength makes it impossible for him to escape from the imprisonment. Cheng Yan lowered his noble head and said, “Qiao Yuancheng, let’s have a good talk.” Qiao Yuancheng pinched his jaw, kissed his lips, and directly blocked his words . Cheng Yan struggled to get rid of his kiss: “Are you serious?” Qiao Yuancheng raised his eyebrows slightly: “Do you think I’m joking?” If it was really a joke, Cheng Yan wouldn’t be so flustered. But what if Qiao Yuancheng really came?
He stared at Qiao Yuancheng’s face that could fascinate all sentient beings, and really couldn’t understand what the expression on his face meant.
”What on earth do you mean?”
Cheng Yan couldn’t understand Qiao Yuancheng’s thoughts, and his expression was flustered: “If it’s for the copyright of “Love You”, I can give it to you.” The copyright is really not important
.
The important thing is that he wants to get rid of this dog man.
Qiao Yuancheng smiled with his lips curled up, that smile was dazzling: “I want to love you.”
What exactly does “love you” mean?
Copyright, or…
the latter possibility, Cheng Yan dared not think about it, and could no longer hold on to any hope.
How could Qiao Yuancheng love him? The man who was able to abandon him in order to get ahead was simply unbelievable.
When Cheng Yan lost his mind, Qiao Yuancheng leaned into his ear and whispered: “I don’t care about copyright, I just want to marry you and let you have children for me. If one is not enough, you have to give me more children .”
Cheng Yan’s expression froze, completely dumbfounded.
Qiao Yuancheng is crazy!
Must be crazy!
Qiao Yuancheng didn’t give him a chance to speak, he put his palms on his shoulders and pressed him on the bed.
She lowered her head and sealed his lips tightly.
The domineering and crazy kiss completely wiped out all the rationality in Cheng Yan’s mind, he just wanted to indulge in this kiss.
Until hot palms fell on his waist, and the waist of his trousers was ripped off—
Cheng Yan suddenly came back to his senses, he pushed and shoved the man on his body, and resisted vigorously: “Qiao Yuancheng, you are so sick! We have already broken up! I am a lifetime Single, as an old bachelor, I will not marry you either.
What responded to him was Qiao Yuancheng’s fierce actions,
resisting in every possible way, but he still did not escape the fate of being overwhelmed.
Cheng Yan bit the quilt, really wanted to kill the dog man behind him.
Qiao Yuancheng made up his mind to let him have a baby, and didn’t go out after it was over.
Cheng Yan was so angry that he hammered him with his fist: “Get out of here.”
Qiao Yuancheng grabbed his wrist and threw it on the top of his head with force. There was still lust in those dark eyes that hadn’t faded away. Dangerous and scary.
”You still want me to fuck you?”
”You are violent.”
Cheng Yan’s eyes were red, and he was too angry to open his mouth to Qiao Yuancheng’s shoulder.
