"Again?"

The man's voice was deep and pleasant to the ear. It was hoarse, hinting at

unquenched desire, possessing a power that was enchantingly seductive. Jiang Ciyou glanced at the floor, where the lace underwear

was intertwined with the suit, the torn dress, and the high heels rolling under the sofa. All were telling the story of the recent intensity and madness.

"No, I'm tired," Jiang Ciyou refused. This man's stamina was getting better and better. Just now, she almost cried out for mercy.

Despite her words, her small hand still boldly stroked the man's firm abs. The man caught her mischievous hand. His voice, tinged with unsatisfied desire, yet still magnetic: "Don't tease, I might not be able to hold back." Jiang

Ciyou smiled. Her face was originally bright and moving, at this moment her dark eyes were like stars, her red lips like fire, a head of thick black waves spread across her snow-white back, setting off her skin like congealed lard, the petal-like red lips lazily curled up, pulling at the corner of her eye a tiny tear mole that moved. This smile was like that of a modern-day

Daji, enchanting and captivating. The man looked at the woman in his arms, as languid as a cat, and felt the urge to pounce on her again and devour her completely.

"Don't be so stingy. I won't be able to touch it anymore, and I'll miss it a lot." Jiang Ciyou is still grinning. But the man suddenly looks stunned, and his face turns cold in an instant. "What do you mean?" Jiang Ciyou throws off the thin blanket, gets up, and quickly gets dressed. Then she takes out a check from her bag and walks to the man. "Baby, here's five million. It's your compensation, and of course, the villa is yours too."

She places the check in the man's hand. But at this moment, the man is not at all happy to receive such a huge gift. "Jiang Ciyou, do you want to get rid of me?" The man's voice is terrifyingly low. Clearly, he is suppressing his anger. Jiang Ciyou still has a spring breeze on her face. She comforts him by pinching his chin and gives him a kiss: "My husband is back, and it's not convenient for me to play outside anymore. Let's stop here."

The man's face is even gloomier. Jiang Ciyou pecks his good-looking thin lips again: "Be good, if you encounter difficulties in the future, you can still call me." After saying that, Jiang Ciyou gets up, takes her bag, and walks out of the room. After a few steps, she hears something in the room being smashed. Jiang Ciyou doesn't stop. She just smiles helplessly. She has been supporting him for three years, there is no true love, but there is some pretense. Such a sudden cliff-like breakup is indeed a bit hard to accept. After coming out of the villa. Jiang Ciyou drives directly to the airport. Her husband, Yan Feng, has been abroad with his mistress for three years, and now he can't resist the pressure of the family and finally came back. "

Jiang Ciyou, although we are childhood sweethearts and have been dating for two years, I have no feelings for you at all." "The only one I like is Xia Ling. If it weren't for my grandfather forcing me, I would never marry you." "I won't touch you, this is my commitment to Xia Ling." "What I can give you is only the title of Mrs. Yan. If you can't stand the loneliness, you can go out and find a boyfriend, and I will never interfere. Of course, you can't interfere with me and Xia Ling's affairs." This is what Yan Feng said to her on the wedding night. Although it has been three years, she remembers every word clearly. The relationship between the Jiang family and the Yan family is very good, and the three generations of family heads are close friends. When it came to Jiang Ciyou's generation, the Jiang family had a daughter, and the Yan family had a son. They had a child marriage since birth. In order to cultivate the feelings of the two children, they let them play together from a young age, and during the winter and summer vacations, they took turns living in each other's homes.

Their relationship has always been very good, and they even started dating naturally after going to college. Until Xia Ling intervened between them. Speaking of it, it was she who pushed Yan Feng to Xia Ling's side. Xia Ling was their high school classmate. She came from a poor family, was timid in character, but had good grades and was the only student sent to a prestigious school. Like a little white rabbit who broke into the arena, she was always bullied by those arrogant children of the gods. It was Jiang Ciyou who helped her time and time again, and even fought for her. The two became the best friends in high school. Later, they were admitted to the same university. As her high school "bestie," Xia Ling and Yan Feng were naturally very familiar. But at that time, they didn't have any signs. The summer of the second year of college, Jiang Ciyou and Yan Feng signed up for the summer camp organized by the school. Before departure, Jiang Ciyou sprained her foot and gave the quota to Xia Ling. Originally, she didn't want to go, and Yan Feng didn't want to go either, but Jiang Ciyou was afraid that Xia Ling would be bullied by others, so she insisted that Yan Feng go and take care of her. As a result, taking care of it, the two got together.

Coincidentally, that summer, Jiang Ciyou experienced the biggest setback in her life. Jiang Xiaoxiao came back. In the darkest moment of life, Yan Feng suddenly broke up with her and said he wanted to be with Xia Ling. She couldn't bear the various blows. She cut her wrist. She didn't die, but it did lead to various changes in the situation. Yan's father and mother were heartbroken, after all, they regarded her as their daughter-in-law since childhood.

Grown up. Old Mr. Yan even threatened with family shares, forcing Yan Feng to marry her. But less than two months later, he applied for a Yale University exchange student quota and went to the United States. Of course, Xia Ling also went with him. It's been three years...

Soon the car stopped outside the airport. Jiang Ciyou's thoughts quickly returned. Today, the old man asked her to pick up Yan Feng. Jiang Ciyou looked at her watch. The time is just right. Jiang Ciyou looked up and saw Yan Feng pushing a suitcase out of the airport hall. The man was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, with a clear and handsome face, and an extraordinary temperament. Every move was the dignity and elegance of a family child. Originally, the warm face, at the moment of seeing Jiang Ciyou, sank down. Jiang Ciyou smiled, opened the car door to get out of the car, and then walked over. "

Husband, long time no see, I hope you are well." Jiang Ciyou smiled brightly and brilliantly. She, who was born as a broadcasting host, had a very pleasant voice, and with a bit of deliberate coquetry. It is even more charming and irresistible. Even the people around her couldn't help but look more in her direction, secretly envious of the woman's husband. Yan Feng looked at the woman in front of him, but his brows were even tighter. Today, Jiang Ciyou is very beautiful, as if she has been dressed up to see him carefully. She looks a bit different from three years ago. She used to be plain, looking pure and lovely, but now she is exquisitely made up, her hair is permed into big waves, she is all in famous brands, and she is full of laziness and nobility. "

Don't call me your husband." Yan Feng's voice was very cold. He turned his head and looked at the woman in a white dress beside him. Before getting out of the car, Jiang Ciyou had seen her. Xia Ling came back with him. Xia Ling was wearing a loose pure cotton white long skirt, she didn't wear makeup, but a small face with her naturally shy and innocent eyes, still looked very moving. She held Yan Feng's arm with one hand, and the other hand unconsciously stroked her slightly bulging belly.

This action is obvious. Jiang Ciyou asked with a smile, "Xia Ling, are you pregnant?"