✨ ex-husband, remarrying 36 ✨

Aya Qingxuan thought about it for a whole day.

When she opened her eyes, zz jumped out immediately, [Host, you...]

This seat is asleep.

zz: ? ? ?

It is also convinced if it believes the host.

Ling Qingxuan rolled over and got out of bed, and summoned the spirit sword from the space.

[Host, are you going to practice swords? 】

No, this seat decided to commit suicide.

zz: ! ! ! Is this what you've been thinking about for a day?

Ling Qingxuan put the spirit sword on her neck.

The spirit sword glowed with fluorescence and was very sharp. As the master wished, bloodstains soon appeared on Ling Qingxuan's fair neck.

A black pig appeared out of nowhere, the pig face panicked, [Host! stop! 】

The spirit sword turned and pointed at zz.

Bright red blood flowed into the clothes from the scar.

The stark contrast of black and white makes people dizzy.

"zz, are you willing to come out?" The little girl's voice was cold, and zz could feel the fierceness on the sword.

Isn't this special handling for special cases?

[Cough, my energy can still **** out temporarily. 】It said that it was about to go back, but as a result, it was entangled in spiritual power and could not go back at all.

Aya Qingxuan dialed the room phone with an indifferent expression.

"Hello, I want to order food."

zz looked relieved, the host was really nice, and when he saw it came out, he prepared something to eat.

[Roast suckling pig, as well as the parts of the pig, come here. 】

zz: ? ? ?

Ling Qingxuan put down the phone, walked up to it again, waved her hand, and zz was thrown aside.

"You pressed my little guy."

Ling Qingxuan's voice was shallow, and she stretched out her hand to smooth out the place where Yan Jing had just been stepped on by zz.

zz seems to be stuffed with dog food.

[Host, I also thought about a solution for a day. Isn't this a loving kiss? If you kiss the villain, maybe he will wake up instantly. 】

"What you said makes sense." The spirit sword fell on zz, and a layer of pig hair was gone.

There are tears in zz's eyes, its pig hair, huh!

[Host, if you have something to say, let go of my hair! 】It is about to become a bald pig, uu will definitely despise it when he sees it.

"It's easy to say." The aura turned into a transparent rope, hanging zz in the air.

zz is wronged, zz wants to cry.

zz feels like he will be boiled in the next second.

[Host, this is not what I did. 】zz begged for mercy.

"This seat knows that it is the main system."

zz can't make a surprised expression anymore, how does the host even know about the main system, could it be...

No, the host's performance doesn't seem to be fully remembered, but is it part of it?

"zz, as an errand runner, it's actually okay to be killed."

Come on, let's get rid of the classic quotes, zz cry, [Host, people are just poor and helpless pigs, don't get rid of me. 】

After making trouble for a while, his brain was congested. When the food delivery staff came in to put things, he was surprised, "Guest, I can help you bring this pig to the kitchen. What do you want to do?"

This guest looks like he likes pork. It's not easy to find all the pig parts.

zz was too scared to speak.

"Eat raw."

The food delivery staff was startled and hurriedly saluted and went out.

Besides sashimi, is sashimi still popular now?

zz was thrown to the side of the chair and sat in front of this whole pig feast full of colors and fragrances.

It swallowed saliva, and it was quite fragrant.

"What do you want to eat first?" Ling Qingxuan sat 'intimately' across from it, holding chopsticks.

[Hey, people don't want to eat it. 】

The steaming braised elbow was placed beside zz's mouth.

Hold back! This is the same kind, you can't eat it! !

zz was about to collapse, and the space couldn't go back, it stared at it and suddenly froze.

Aura woven into a net around the two of them, stronger than a copper wall.

zz returned to his senses, neither noisy nor noisy, the signal between it, it and the main system was suddenly cut off.

【Host! I said from the beginning, you have to believe me, I am really on your side. 】Without the real-time monitoring of the main system, zz can finally say something that cannot be said.

Ling Qingxuan controlled the spiritual energy and said coldly: "Besides, what else do you want to tell me?"

zz paused and said: [Host, I know that you have never really regarded the task as a task, but doing this is beneficial to you and harmless. I am just a subsystem, and I cannot interfere between you. I can only give some hints occasionally. . 】

[Also, it's...] zz grabbed the pig's hair and gritted his teeth: [You can give up the mission at any time, if the mission fails, there is no targeted punishment for you. 】

Ling Qingxuan: "If the mission fails, the person who will be punished is not this seat, right?"

zz: [...Yes. 】

From beginning to end, only one person is punished.

[Host, the answer can only be found by yourself. I don't know how much you remember, but don't look at it one-sidedly. You can feel it yourself if he treats you well. No matter how much I say, it's useless. 】

Lingqing Xuanxuan glanced at the person on the bed, "Why do you want to help him?"

[Because...] zz screamed suddenly, the body turned into a streamer and returned to the space, and the net woven by spiritual power instantly turned into stars and dissipated in the air.

zz?

Aya Qingxuan called it.

But no response.

Ling Qingxuan returned to Yan Jing and held his hand.

What the **** do you want to do, little guy?

'I want you to love me. '

Yes, he said it so bluntly.

When did she become someone who needs to start worrying about doing things.

The little girl leaned over, kissed his lips, and passed over her spiritual power, which was absorbed without hindrance this time.

The man's pale complexion gradually turned rosy, and the temperature of his body returned.

Yan Jing only felt that his whole body was wrapped in coldness, and there was warmth in this coldness, which made him in a state of covetousness.

Opening his eyes, he looked at the indifferent expression of the little girl, his heart skipped a beat, and he tried to get up quickly, but he fell back when he got up a little.

Body numb... numb.

"Dear cough, yes, don't worry, I'm fine!"

The voice is also hoarse.

Yan Jing was a little shameless.

Just as he was thinking about how to say he fainted, his lips that were as cold as snow touched him again.

Cool, with some sweetness.

Yan Jing's heart beat fast, his hands trembled slightly, and he was able to move.

He immediately wrapped around the little girl's petite body and pressed him tightly.

The cold fragrance swept into the tip of his nose, a smell that reassured him.

It is like drawing from a clear spring, comforting from the mind to the body.

Until breathing became difficult, he reluctantly let go of the little girl in his arms.

"My dear, I'm sorry for worrying you."

His eyes were a little guilty.

He actually took advantage of his wife just now!

Simply beasts!

[System prompt: The current favorability of the villain Yan Jing is 97. 】

Half sitting up, Yan Jing pursed his lips and tangled.

Why did his body suddenly become like that? Could it be a sequelae?

If there is one, there will be two. Will this happen suddenly?

If so......

Yan Jing looked at his tightly clenched hand and pulled it away. After a while, Shui said, "I, we won't remarry!"

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✨ ex-husband, remarrying 37 ✨

Yan family.

Yan Jingsheng lay on the bed helplessly.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, really wanting to find a hammer to kill himself.

Ling Qingxuan's attitude that day was obviously much more relaxed than before, why did he propose not to remarry.

Why did he want to die.

The man covered his face, really wanting to go back in time.

The phone rang, and he slowly picked it up and put it to his ear.

"President Yan, the project with Mr. Ling is about to start, but you haven't come to the company for three days. Is there something wrong?"

Yan Jing's voice was dejected, "I'm thinking about myself three times."

Assistant Wu over there coughed, "Mr. Yan, if you are unwell, I will arrange someone to contact Mr. Ling. What do you think of Xiao Lu?"

Xiao Lu?

That project team staff member who has been flirting with flowers and has hooked up with half of the women in the Yan family?

"Assistant Wu." Yan Jing sat up from the bed, "Do you have any opinion on your boss?"

Assistant Wu was serious, "No, I'm doing it out of work considerations."

Yan Jing rubbed his temples, "No rearrangement, I'll go in person."

"Okay Mr. Yan, the trip went smoothly."

Yan Jing threw the phone away.

He changed his clothes and passed by Dr. Chu's room, only to remember that this person hadn't come back for several days.

Everyone is busy falling in love, only he is busy dying.

"Jing'er, are you going to find Lingya?" Mother Yan asked while looking at Yoga.

Yan Jing had been behind closed doors for three days, and she was watching.

After he was taken away that day, neither of them could get in touch. Fortunately, Yan Jing came back later, otherwise she would have called the police.

"Yeah." Yan Jing wore his tie listlessly.

Mother Yan beckoned the servants to take out a large bag and hand it to Yan Jing, "Bring these to her."

"Okay." There is still some weight, "What is this?"

"It's not for you, you don't need to know."

Yan Jing first went to the coffee shop near Yan's to pack some desserts, then called the little secretary to confirm the time and rushed to Ling Qingxuan's company.

His hands were full of things, and he looked like he was going to the market.

"Mr. Yan, do you need help?" the little secretary asked.

Yan Jing shook his head and refused. As a man, how could he not even mention these things.

"What about Ayaki?"

"The vice president is not here, Mr. Ling is a little busy, you can go to the reception room and wait for a while."

How could Yan Jing keep Ling Qingxuan busy by himself? He went directly to Ling Qingxuan's office with his things. He knocked on the door and asked, "Wife, can I come in?"

young secretary:? ? ? So what happened these days.

Yan Jing's mouth was quick for a while, but it was too late to take it back.

"Exactly, come in."

There were a lot of things piled up on the desk, but Aya Qingxuan handled it very quickly.

Yan Jing finally knew why she said it was right.

Because after he came in, the president's chair was given to him.

"Yan Jing, come on."

After the little girl cheered, she sat down to rest.

Yan Jing entered the work state with a confused look, and began to deal with it seriously.

Ling Qingxuan took a sip of tea, but decided to let Chu Yun go.

The little secretary persuaded: "Mr. Ling, should we report a missing person? It's been a long time since I couldn't contact the vice president."

This situation is very wrong, and she went to the surrounding hospitals to inquire, but Chu Yun didn't go to the hospital at all.

As for his home, the little secretary didn't know where his home was.

Ling Qingxuan put down the cup and said solemnly, "Let's open it."

"I agree too." Yan Jing took the time to raise his hand, "If there is a shortage of manpower, I can find someone here. If you have any needs, you can directly mention it."

The little secretary glanced at Ling Qingxuan, and immediately said, "Okay, Mr. Yan, I'll list it now."

Although their company is developing well, after all, it has only been a few months, and it is not a matter of one or two days to gain a firm foothold, and the people below have been working overtime for a long time.

Now Mr. Yan provides people for free, don't do it for nothing.

...

After being busy until lunch time, Yan Jing had time to take a breath.

Except for the time when he just woke up, he hasn't had such high-intensity work for a long time.

I only drank two sips of water on the way and never left the chair.

"Your company is developing quite well." Yan Jing shook his hand.

"It's also your company." Ling Qingxuan picked up the food he brought and put it to his mouth.

The man opened his mouth to eat it and asked in confusion, "Mine?"

The little girl said lightly: "The original company is yours, and the money invested is also your Yan's shares. This company was originally intended for you."

Yan Jing was stunned for a moment, and didn't even open his mouth to eat the second bite she handed over.

"Why, why?"

In the past, Yan Jing had Yan's family, and he didn't look down on other companies at all, but Ling Qingxuan started to run this company when he was not completely good.

At that time, Yan's board of directors was eyeing him, and he could lose everything of Yan's at any time.

This company is the backing that Aya Qingxuan prepared for him.

"Because..." The little girl reached out and wiped the rice on the corner of his lips, dragged her tone, and said slowly, "You are mine."

If everything needs a reason.

Then this is a general reason.

Yan Jing's eyes were slightly moist, the emotion that needed to be vented was about to burst out of his chest, he took a deep breath, nodded and said, "They are all adults, you have to be responsible for what you say, I am yours, and I will always remember this sentence. of."

"Don't remember, you are."

Ling Qingxuan calmly gave him another mouthful of rice.

Throughout the afternoon, Yan Jing sat tired and happy on the office chair, and the curvature of the corners of his lips never let go.

The little secretary was worried that he had cramps and needed to be sent to the hospital.

As a result, before it was time to get off work, Yan Jing quickly solved everything.

And energetically wagging his tail in front of Aya Qingxuan, "Do you want to have dinner together?"

He performed well today, the little girl nodded and said, "Okay."

When Yan Jing left, he put the two bags into the car again.

The two entered and exited the company together, only in the elevator, so only the little secretary and the front desk would see it often.

Now that the front desk is immune, I smile and nod to say hello when I see them, and the rest remain silent.

After eating, Yan Jing sent Ling Qingxuan back to her door.

Yan Jing said, "It's so heavy, can I put it in for you?"

"Come in and sit for a while."

Yan Jing walked in quickly and put the things on the table, "I almost forgot about this dessert. I bought your favorite kind and other breads."

As he spoke, he went to open it, and another bag slid toward the table. He only grabbed a corner of the bag, and the contents poured out.

Yan Jing saw his photos, certificates, certificates, and a bunch of love letters and gifts from girls.

In the next second, he quickly packed his things and threw them under the table.

What the **** is assisting or removing CP?

Why should he collect the things he has long since thrown away for his wife!

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✨ ex-husband, remarrying 38 ✨

Yan family.

Yan's mother is still complacent, and if she shows Ling Qingxuan these things that prove her son's excellence, she must feel that she can't miss such a good man.

The door was pushed open, and Mother Yan looked up when she heard the voice, and said with a smile, "It's the doctor."

The white coat on Dr. Chu's body has long disappeared. He smiled warmly at Yan's mother, "Old Madam, Mr. is almost recovered, and I should move back."

"Are you going back? I've troubled you during this time. I'll let someone help you sort it out and send it to you."

Dr. Chu shook his head and said, "No, I don't have much, so I'm bothering you during this time."

He really doesn't have many things, just a few clothes, a row of white coats, and a backpack can be packed.

When Dr. Chu left, Mother Yan noticed that he had dark circles under his eyes and his face was slightly haggard.

She wanted to ask something else, but it was his personal business, so she didn't say anything.

Dr. Chu went to the hospital to get some medicine, and his colleague greeted him, "How is your friend?"

Dr. Chu just came back a few days ago, and he also took a lot of medicine.

"It's almost ready." Dr. Chu slowly unpacked his bag, said a few words, and drove to Chu Yun's house.

The boy was lying on the bed, half asleep with the quilt covered, his chest was wrapped in gauze, and there were faint red marks on it.

Dr. Chu opened the door gently, walked over to him, and reached out to touch the temperature of his forehead.

"The quilt is not covered properly, and I am not afraid of becoming a fool if I have repeated fever."

After helping him cover the quilt, Dr. Chu turned around to go to the kitchen to boil hot water, but his wrist was pulled.

"If you become a fool, you will be so distressed that you will always be with me." Chu Yun opened his eyes and stared at the person beside the bed.

"Chu Qing, I'm not dead, a man's words should be counted."

Dr. Chu patted his hand away, "You said it."

"But you did it." Chu Yun smiled and said, "You agree too."

Dr. Chu went to the kitchen with a stern face, Chu Yun tilted his head to look at the wishing star on the bedside table, pursed his pale lips and smiled.

You have to heal up and go to work quickly, or you will be fired by your boss.

Without a job, how can I support my family.

...

After Chu Yun came to work, Ling Qingxuan immediately sealed him in the office.

"Mr. Ling, do you want to send this coffee?" The little secretary was at a loss as he held the coffee.

"No." What kind of coffee is the half-dead person drinking.

At noon, the little secretary asked again, "Mr. Ling, that meal..."

"Don't eat." You won't die of starvation if you don't eat a meal.

The little secretary felt a moment of silence for Chu Yun. After a while, she saw President Yan coming to Ling Qingxuan to eat with lunch.

"Wife, come to dinner, I made new dishes for you today."

Ling Qingxuan: "I'm here."

The little secretary coughed twice, the double standard could not hurt.

Now Mr. Yan has become the person in their company who can come in to find a wife without making an appointment.

The little secretary received a call from the front desk while looking for time to stay away from this sweet scene.

"Huh? Someone else came to deliver food? What's your name...Chu Qing? Looking for the vice president?"

Why does this name sound familiar? Vice President didn't call it when he was taking a nap.

The little secretary took the opportunity to go downstairs to see Dr. Chu. Even if it was the first time, Dr. Chu had a warm temperament that made people feel good.

"Hello, is Chu Yun here?" Dr. Chu put one hand in his pocket, and the other hand was holding the lunch box.