Wen Haowen was in a bad mood, so he went to a bar to drink after get off work.
Ever since he failed to convince Ning Shuqian to divorce last time he went to the hospital, he entrusted all matters related to the divorce to a lawyer. After several negotiations, Ning Shuqian finally agreed to divorce, and he immediately asked the lawyer to redraft a divorce agreement.
But before that, the lawyer called him and told him that Ning Shuqian was very dissatisfied with the redrafted divorce agreement, so she refused to sign it. He called Ning Shuqian to discuss the relevant matters about the divorce. Ning Shuqian only said one sentence: We have been married for 18 years, and you want me to divorce with such a small property? No way!
Then she hung up the phone!
The divorce was at a stalemate, which made him very upset.
More importantly, the old man always gave him a cold look and didn't look at him straight in the eye. He also hit a snag with Wen Xinya. During this period, he went to the hospital to see Wen Xinya almost every day and bought her some gifts from time to time, but Wen Xinya still treated him indifferently and showed no sign of softening.
All this made him deeply feel that his position in the Wen family was worrying.
Thinking of this, Wen Haowen felt even more upset. He asked the waiter for another glass of whiskey and drank it in one gulp.
"Hey! Mr. Wen, why are you here to drink? Are you alone?" A delicate voice with a sweet and soft tone suddenly sounded beside him.
Wen Haowen was a little tipsy, and subconsciously looked at the woman beside him. The woman had delicate makeup on her face, which made her look delicate and charming. Her eyes, which were outlined with light purple eyeliner, had a bewitching light that could captivate people. A slight blink of her eyes was as alluring as water. Her red lips were as alluring as a rose covered with dew in the morning.
The tube-top short skirt outlines the towering and magnificent breasts, which makes people imagine how tempting the cleavage is. The slender waist is tightly wrapped by the clothes, exuding a charming curve faintly. The short skirt is short at the thighs, revealing a pair of long legs as white as jade.
Wen Haowen felt a little dry in the mouth, and his eyes were glued to the woman in front of him as if they had taken root, and he couldn't move his eyes away. A certain part of his body couldn't help but react, and he felt as if he was more excited and uncontrollable than usual.
There was no response, and the woman's voice was somewhat gloomy: "Boss Wen, you don't recognize me! I'm Yang Ziyu. One time... you accidentally hit my head with a folder..." She stretched out her pale hand and stroked my forehead: "Boss Wen, you personally took me to the hospital at that time. You also took me home and sat at my house for a while. Then you approved me for two days of leave."
"It's you!" Wen Haowen's memory was evoked. Thinking of the light blue professional suit she was wearing, which made her look even hotter and more sexy, and exuding a uniform temptation, he was a little dazzled at the time, and he had been thinking about her for a long time afterwards.
However, at that time, he was still touching Fan's husband and didn't really think about that.
Yang Ziyu was very happy to see that he remembered her. Her delicate body suddenly leaned towards Wen Haowen: "Boss Wen, I didn't expect that you still remember me after so long."
The sudden soft and warm fragrance of the jade-like body made Wen Haowen's desire to move even more uncontrollably. His nose was filled with the youthful and tender breath of a young woman, which made his throat tighten and his Adam's apple slid a few times: "Miss Yang is such a beautiful lady, anyone who sees her will never forget her easily."
The alcohol emboldened him, and his unfulfilled worries became stronger at this moment, and he spoke more courageously.
Yang Ziyu smiled charmingly, picked up the wine glass in front of Wen Haowen, put it to her lips and sipped gently: "Boss Wen, you really know how to make women happy."
Wen Haowen smiled in a pretentious manner and said, "Miss Yang, what are you talking about? A beautiful woman like you, how could it be my turn to make you happy? What I said is the truth."
Yang Ziyu is indeed very beautiful, and her hot body is comparable to Ning Shuqian's, but her delicate and youthful body is something Ning Shuqian can never compare to.
Yang Ziyu's cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes were full of charm: "Boss Wen, you really love to joke. It is well known that you are infatuated with your wife. How can the wild flowers and weeds outside be pleasing to you?"
Wen Haowen watched Yang Ziyu sipping from the wine glass he had drunk from. This was already an ambiguous action, but it became even more charming and alluring. A surge of heat rushed to his brain, and his legs became hard. However, he felt unhappy when he heard her mention Ning Shuqian.
Yang Ziyu put her hand on Wen Haowen's shoulder, her fingertips stained with cardamom were strangely charming: "Boss Wen, you came to the bar to drink alone, did you encounter something unhappy?"
Wen Haowen's face darkened again. He picked up the wine glass that Yang Ziyu had placed in front of him and poured the remaining wine into his mouth. Then he thought about the wine that Yang Ziyu had drunk, and his lower abdomen tightened again.
Yang Ziyu's hand gently slid to Wen Haowen's back, and her fingers gently traced the shallow grooves of his spinal cord: "Is it because of the reports about your wife Ning Shuqian in the newspapers and magazines before?" She widened her eyes in disbelief: "Could those reports be true? Your wife Ning Shuqian is really..."
Wen Haowen remained silent and took another sip of wine.
Yang Ziyu said angrily, "Boss Wen, you are so infatuated with me, but your wife doesn't know how to cherish you. She hurt you like this and made a handsome and high-spirited man like you come to the bar to get drunk."
Yang Ziyu's soft and tender murmur made Wen Haowen's mind a little confused. Her words touched his heart. He felt depressed again and grabbed the wine glass and drank again.
But this glass of wine was a bit too much, and he drank it quickly and hurriedly. The high-purity liquor instantly went into his throat, causing his throat to feel dry and painful, and his chest and lungs to feel a heart-wrenching burning sensation.
“Cough, cough, cough…” Wen Haowen bent over and coughed heart-wrenchingly.
Yang Ziyu was very nervous, and her soft hands kept stroking his vest: "Boss Wen, are you okay?"
Wen Haowen coughed for a long time and gradually recovered, but his soft hands moved to his chest to help him breathe: "Boss Wen, are you okay? Do you feel better?"
A charming voice rang in his ears with sweetness, and the hot and humid breath stimulated his sensitive ears. Wen Haowen's body stiffened, and the hard object between his legs couldn't help but stand up and set up a small tent.
"Cough cough cough cough..." He couldn't help but pretend to cough, and suddenly stood up and bumped into Yang Ziyu.
Yang Ziyu staggered, and Wen Haowen pulled her, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and she sat on her legs. Wen Haowen's hoarse voice with a cough came to her ears: "I feel very uncomfortable. I have a private room here. Help me back to the private room..."
The hardness and heat of the buttocks almost softened Yang Ziyu's body, and her voice became softer and softer: "Okay~"