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After listening to two sentences, I returned to the sofa and continued watching TV. On the TV, there was the usual fiancée drama. I sneered in my heart.

Xie Zongming's call ended ten minutes later, and he walked over with a coy smile. This was the expression he usually had after he had done something bad.

"What is it?" I asked, picking up a strawberry from the porcelain bowl on the coffee table.

Xie Zongming walked over and wrapped his arm around my shoulder and rubbed it a few times. "It's nothing," he said.

"Oh." "Yes," I said, and even though I'd been cheating twice, his expression was artificial.

Just as I was about to say something more to mock Xie Zongming, my phone suddenly rang. It was a text.

I thought it would be Li Jie, but the screen displayed an unfamiliar number.

"Who is it?" Xie Zongming came closer to me and asked me, looking at his expression as if the person who called was my lover.

I smiled and generously brought up my phone in front of Xie Zongming: "Hey, do you want to take a look?"

Xie Zongming looked at me and hugged me even more tightly, "Haha, I was just saying."

"Is that so?"

I set the phone aside and ignored him.

That night, I lied on my bed. The moonlight shone through the half-opened window, casting a mottled shadow on the ground. By my side, Xie Zongming had already gone to sleep.

The funny thing is he even sleeps with his cell phone under his pillow, afraid I don't know what he's hiding.

I was wide awake at the moment, and I thought of Zhou Jin.

It was the first time in five years that I had cheated on my marriage, but there was no discomfort or guilt in my heart, and I lived as usual, naturally, without a ripple.

I closed my eyes and began to imagine Zhou Jin's clear, silent eyes, the feel of his fingers on my skin, the rush of his breath, the predatory kiss.

I felt a burning desire inside me, and I wanted him.

The next day at seven o'clock, I woke up. Xie Zongming was still sleeping and he usually woke up at seven-thirty.

The sun outside the window was blowing the pale yellow curtains, and I was singing as I fried eggs and bacon.

"I'm in a good mood today." Xie Zongming sat at the dining table and spoke as he looked at the bread and eggs on the table with a slight frown. He doesn't like Western style breakfast, but I don't want to smoke and burn every morning to make him porridge.

I'm not his mother.

I took a bite of bread and answered, "Is that so?"

Xie Zongming did not care about my perfunctory attitude. He wolfed down his breakfast and said, "Tomorrow night, there will be a meal at the company to celebrate the first anniversary of our company's opening. Are you coming?"

he asked me tentatively as he put on his suit.

"I'll go." "No," I said.

He was surprised and paused for a moment before replying, "Why are you thinking about it this time?"

"Hmm?" I looked up at him and glanced at him with a half-smile.

"Sure." "After all, you are also the Lady Boss."

You see, if a man has a problem in his heart, he'll take the initiative to find an excuse for me.

When Xie Zongming went to work, I threw the shirt he wore yesterday into the washing machine. But before I threw it in, I saw a lipstick mark on his collar, like a demonstration.

"Heh." I smirked and threw my shirt into the washing machine.

At that moment, my cell phone rang again. I picked up my cell phone and received another text message from an unknown number from yesterday.

I laughed the first time I saw the contents of the note.

"Yellow faced granny, your husband said that you've loosened up, hurry up and give up the seat!"

"You're not worthy of Xie Zongming at all, get lost now!"

"Even Director Xie couldn't be bothered with you. He said that you were like a dead person in bed and couldn't even move!"

"Hens that don't lay eggs."

The bloodied emoji on the text message stung my eyes. I threw my phone onto the sofa and felt that Xie Zongming's taste was really low. He actually found such a vulgar Xiao San.

The wind blew again outside the window, so gentle that it seemed as if someone was stroking it. I thought of Zhou Jin's slightly cold hands.

I stood in front of the mirror and changed into my sexy underwear that I had never worn in front of Xie Zongming. I wore a white shirt on the outside with only two buttons.

"Ding dong." The doorbell rang again.

I opened the door at once, and knowing who was standing there, I threw myself at the man, lifted my head, and kissed him on the lips.

His body stiffened for a moment, but he quickly put his arm around my waist.

I closed the door with my toes.

He threw me down on the sofa, his movements restrained and gentle, but I wanted him to be rough.

I lay down on the sofa and pulled up his hair, then rolled over and pressed him down and took off my shirt. It belonged to Xie Zongming.

I saw the desire burning in his dark eyes, and I took his face in my hands and kissed it hard.

We did it three times, until we were lying exhausted on the sofa, his pale face flushed, his bare upper body hidden in his pillow, his long fingers resting on my skin, and I wanted to do it again.

I took a cigarette from the drawer and lit it, the smoke obscuring us.

"Ding!" His phone rang again.

I picked up my cell phone and saw that it was still the same number, only this time it wasn't a vicious text, but a few photos.

It was the image of Xie Zongming's bed, with all sorts of positions and intoxicated expressions.

The heroine covered her face, afraid that I would share her picture.

Maybe Zhou Jin sensed something was wrong with my expression, so he leaned over to look at my phone.

There was nothing to hide.

I handed him the phone, and his face suddenly changed. He took one look and hugged me tight, his kiss landing in my face in a mess.

"Divorce him." he asked, his voice testing.

I tried to push him away, but he held me tighter. I bit his lip and said, "I'm not going to get a divorce."

"Why?" he asked me, his dark eyes weak.

I smiled and put my arms around the back of his hand.

After Zhou Jin left for half an hour, Li Jie came back.

"You're here." I welcomed her in. She was truly a beauty. Even though she had two children already, her figure was still very good. There was still a young girl on her face.

Her face was a little pale, which made her look even more pitiful and frail, causing people to involuntarily want to take care of her.

"He found another woman." Li Jie sat on the sofa, holding a tissue case and said, "That bitch is only eighteen this year."

I listened to him silently, thinking, why do you care so much? You clearly married him for money, but now you despise him for being disloyal.

But I can't say it directly, I can only say, "You are his wife, the mother of your two children, he will go home after he has played enough, otherwise you can go and find Little San to hand over his cards."