Looking at the text message, Song Xingchen's fingers clenching the phone turned white, almost biting his pink lips.

Divorce Lu Tianya?

Is this what they're for?

The door of the bedroom was suddenly opened, Song Xingchen was stunned, and hurriedly looked over, just following Lu Tianya, who came in from outside.

It's still the suit she wore during the day, her coat was in the crook of her arm, her tie was slightly torn open, revealing a lazy and lazy look, and she frowned and looked at her: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Xingchen bit the soft flesh on the inside of his lower lip fiercely: "It's nothing." ”

After speaking, she turned her head and lay down, lifted the quilt to cover her body, the phone was still tightly held in her palm, she didn't dare to look at Lu Tianya, and she didn't reply again.

In my head, it was all those two text messages and photos.

Who the hell is it?

Yesterday, Gu Mingxu told her on WeChat that the names and origins of the two had been investigated, but the hiding place of the two had not been found.

It has not yet been confirmed that the two have a relationship with Xiaobaihua, or the person behind the scenes.

She's in the light, they're in the dark.

They could monitor her every move at all times, but she didn't even know who they were, what their purpose was, or who instructed them.

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy Song Xingchen became.

forced her to divorce Lu Tianya, apart from Xiaobaihua, who else would it be?

But just now with Xiao Baihua, she didn't have the appearance of her handle, and she couldn't be sure if it was really her doing.

After all, private investigators still have no clues.

"Song Xingchen. A burst of hot breath came in her ears, Song Xingchen's heart tightened, and as soon as she turned around, her lips were blocked, and as soon as her pupils tightened, Lu Tianya bullied her, wrapped his hand around her waist, and kissed her......

The man's hot breath was mixed with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, which made her face red and her ears red, and the smell was very strong, and she obviously drank a lot of alcohol......

The sudden gentleness made Song Xingchen stunned. The hand was in his chest, and his voice was difficult: "Lu Tianya, what are you doing." ”

"Don't you like it?" Lu Tianya held her head in his hand and kissed her cheek, extremely gentle and lingering, like a poppy, if you are not careful, you will sink and fall into a place of no return.

Do you like it?

Like, love!

However, can she still like it, and dare to like it?

"I'm not a masochist. Song Xingchen said coldly, pushing him away ruthlessly.

The crook of his arm was buckled by his long arm, Lu Tianya took her into his arms, looked down at her with his eyebrows lowered slightly, and his low tone was gentle: "Still angry?"

The slightly raised tail note is sexy and sultry.

Angry? Her mood can be described by more than two words: angry? She simply wanted to kill Lu Tianya, this bastard!

"Don't bother me, I want to sleep...... Hmm...... Before she could finish speaking, the man kissed again, more fierce and obsessive than the one she had just kissed, almost making her breathless.

Song Xingchen was in his arms, wrapped in his breath, his whole body was a little hot, and his little hands were desperately beating his chest, but he couldn't push him away.

In his slightly rusty kissing skills, Song Xingchen gradually gave up the struggle, did not resist or respond, and let him kiss himself.

It's like an emotionless salted fish.

After a long time, Lu Tianya was reluctant to let go of her lips.

There was only a small light in the bedroom, and the soft light softened his angular and cold face, and it looked even more gentle, with deep black eyes, looking at her deeply, for a moment, all Song Xingchen's disguises and dissatisfaction were almost about to collapse in his eyes.

At the last moment, she turned her head to avoid his gaze, and choked up, "Can you let me go?"

Lu Tianya lay on her side, hugged her into his arms, and rubbed his chin on the top of her head, as lazy as a well-fed lion: "Good, let my husband hold her for a while." ”

The word husband made Song Xingchen feel like an electric shock.

She looked up at his slightly drunk handsome face, and said in a daze, "How much did you drink?"

What kind of drunk is this? You can even say the word husband?!