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Qi Yanjun pushed open the bedroom door. Without even looking at Lan Yue, who had stood up immediately due to his appearance, he untied his tie and casually threw it away. Then, he took off his suit jacket and continued to unbutton his shirt.

Qi Yanjun had already taken off his shirt, revealing his strong upper body. He was a natural born clothes rack, the muscles on his body were like a painter drawing a colored arc, beautiful and smooth, every inch of him was just right beautiful, such an exquisite beauty, Lan Yue was not in the mood to watch.

Lan Yue: "..."

She really hated this Qi Yanjun to death, he had never been proper and proper. They had known each other for twenty years, but she still didn't understand him at all!

Lan Yue coldly said, "Qi Yanjun, since you dislike our marriage so much, I will not force you to take responsibility for it. After a while, I will ask the Grandpa Qi to divorce us and let you go."

"Free me?"

Qi Yanjun finally stopped his exploration of her body and raised his eyes. A pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes shone with a demonic light, a smile that was not a smile hung on his lips, he suddenly pinched her small chin, his gentle voice carrying a strong chill, "Too late!"

"When your father was on the verge of death, forcing my grandfather to ask me to marry you, when you nodded, it was already too late!"

If she knew that he was so disgusted by being together with her, she wouldn't have said that she was willing to marry Qi Yanjun out of the blue. Grandpa Qi wouldn't have agreed to such a preposterous request just because her father saved his life!

It was her fault!

Lan Yue's body trembled, she kept the thorns on her body and lowered her head, "Sorry — —"

Qi Yanjun looked at her steadily. This woman was very beautiful, he had always known that her father was his grandfather's bodyguard, and they were unavoidably familiar with each other. With the passage of time, he had become a childhood friend, but it was this little Qing Mei who unhesitatingly stabbed him with a knife!

The anger in his heart grew more and more intense, and Qi Yanjun's laughter became more and more joyous. His already devilish face carried a devilish charm that could captivate souls.

"Lan Yue, since you have obtained the position of the Lan family's young mistress, then my rights as a husband should not be excessive."