Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Wen Haowen was in a bad mood and came to a bar to drink after work.

Since the last time he went to the hospital and failed to persuade Ning Shuqian to divorce, he entrusted all matters related to the divorce to a lawyer. After several negotiations, the lawyer finally relaxed and agreed to the divorce. He immediately asked the lawyer to re-draft a divorce. protocol.

However, the lawyer called and told him that Ning Shuqian was very dissatisfied with the re-drafted divorce agreement, so he refused to sign. He called Ning Shuqian and wanted to discuss the related matters of divorce. Ning Shuqian only said one thing. : Couples for eighteen years, so little property wants me to divorce, no way!

Then she hung up!

The stalemate in divorce made him very upset.

More importantly, the old man also showed him his face all day long, instead of looking straight at him, he also touched soft nails on the side of Wen Xinya. During this time, he went to the hospital almost every day to see Wen Xinya, and would buy her some from time to time. A gift, but Warm and Ya still ignored him, without any signs of softening.

All this made him deeply feel that his position in the Wen family was worrying.

Thinking this way, Wen Haowen was even more upset, and asked the waiter for a glass of whiskey and poured it into his mouth.

"Well, Mr. Wen, why did you come here to drink? Are you alone?" Jiao Didi's voice, with a sweet soft voice, sounded beside him suddenly.

Wen Haowen was three-pointed, looking subconsciously towards the woman next to her. The woman's face was painted with exquisite makeup, looking beautiful and charming. A pair of eyes with light purple eyeliner, with a charm of ecstasy, gently In the blink of an eye, it is like a water-hook person, with gorgeous red lips, like a rose with a dewdrop in the morning.

The tube top short skirt, which outlines the towering and magnificent waves, makes people wonder how seductive the wrapped ditch is, the waist tightly wrapped in clothes, faintly exuding curvaceous curves, and short thighs. Skirt, exposed a pair of long legs as white as jade.

Wen Haowen was a little dry and agitated, and his eyes were like roots sticking to the woman in front of him. He couldn't move his eyes. He couldn't help reacting to some part of the body. He felt like he was more excited than usual. Difficult.

Without receiving a response, the woman's voice was a little murky: "General Wen, you don't know me! I'm Yang Ziyu, and once ... you accidentally hurt my head with a folder ..." She said she stretched out her white hand He stroked his hand toward his forehead: "At that time, it was still Mr. Wen that you personally took me to the hospital. You also sent me home and sat in my house for a while, and then granted me two days off."

"It was you!" Wen Haowen's memory was hooked, thinking that she was wearing a light blue professional suit at that time, she became more and more hot, and mixed with the temptation of a uniform, he was a little dazzled. Fan, he thought for a while.

However, he still touched Fan's husband at that time and didn't really think about that thought.

Yang Ziyu was very pleased to see that he had come to him. Her delicate body suddenly leaned towards Wen Haowen: "General Manager, I haven't thought that you still remember me for so long."

Suddenly the nephrite Wenxiang came in, making Wen Haowen's mind more and more uncontrollable. His nose was all a young woman. The tenderness of youthfulness made his throat tighten and the throat knot slipped a few times: " Miss Yang is so beautiful and beautiful that she will never forget it at any first sight. "

Drunkness and courage, the unfinished thoughts at this moment, have grown a bit at this moment, and talked boldly.

Yang Ziyu smiled charmingly, took up the wine glass in front of Wen Haowen, put it on her lips and sipped softly, "General Manager Wen, you will make women happy."

Wen Haowen smiled in a pretentious manner: "Miss Yang, what's the matter? Wouldn't it be a beautiful woman like you? It's my turn to cheer you up. I'm telling the truth."

Yang Ziyu is really beautiful. Her hot body is comparable to Ning Shuqian, but her tender and youthful body is not comparable to Ning Shuqian.

Yang Ziyu's cheeks were reddish, and her eyes were fascinated with water: "General Wen, you really love to joke. It is well known that you are infatuated with your wife. Where can the wild flowers and weeds outside get into your eyes?"

Wen Haowen watched Yang Ziyu sipping in the glass he had drank. He had been ambiguous, and he became even more charming and fascinated. A rush of enthusiasm rushed to the brain, and his legs hardened, but he heard She mentioned Ning Shuqian, and was a little bit upset.

Yang Ziyu's hand was placed on Wen Haowen's shoulder, and the cardamom was stained with cardamom's fingertips: "Mr. Wen, have you come to the bar to drink alone? Have you encountered any unhappiness?"

Wen Haowen's face sank again, took Yang Ziyu's wine glass in front of him, and poured Yang Ziyu's remaining wine into his mouth, and then thought that it was Yang Ziyu's drink, and the lower abdomen could not help but tighten.

Yang Ziyu's hand gently slid to Wen Haowen's spine, and his fingers gently traced the shallow groove of the spinal cord of his spine: "Is it for the previous report on your wife Ning Shuqian in the newspapers and magazines?" It's impossible to widen your eyes Confidence: "Is the report true, your wife Ning Shuqian really ..."

Wen Haowen was dull and did not speak, and took another sip of wine.

Yang Ziyu said indignantly: "You are totally obsessed with Mr. Wen, but your wife does not know how to cherish it. This hurts you, so that you are handsome and handsome, and a man with a good spirit also comes to the bar to drink and drink."

The soft jade of Yang Ziyu's soft jade made Wen Haowen's thoughts a little confused. When he said something to his heart, he was depressed again, grabbed the wine glass and filled it again.

But this glass of wine was a lot. He poured it quickly and hurriedly. The high-purity fine wine instantly drank into his throat, his throat was sore, and his chest and lungs were burning.

"Cough cough cough ..." Wen Haowen coughed and broke his heart.

Yang Ziyu was tense, and his delicate hands kept stroking his vest: "Mr. Wen, are you all right?"

Wen Haowen coughed for a while, then gradually eased, but the pair of soft, but moved to the chest to smooth his air: "General Wen, are you okay? Are you comfortable?"

The charming voice rang in his ears with sweetness, and the hot and humid breath stimulated his sensitive ears. Wen Haowen's body was stiff, and the hard objects between his legs could not help raising a small tent.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh ..." He could not help but cough, suddenly got up and bumped into Yang Ziyu.

Yang Ziyu's body was stunned, and Wen Haowen unknowingly or unintentionally pulled it. The whole person sat on her leg, and Wen Haowen heard a hoarse voice with a cough: "I'm very uncomfortable. I have a private room here. I go back to the private room ... "

The hips were stiff and hot, and Yang Ziyu's body was not softened, and the sound became softer and softer: "Okay ~"