Chapter 294

When she went into Jiang shaoxun's office, she saw that he was not on the desk. She was wondering. The door behind her was suddenly closed. Then, the sound of locking the door came.

Chang Huan turned back and saw Jiang shaoxun standing behind him. Did he just stand behind the door?

Jiang shaoxun slightly opened his arm toward Changhuan: "Huanhuan, can you give me a hug?"

When he said this, his voice was full of uncertainty, but Chang Huan frowned at him, and stepped back to pull the distance between them.

Jiang shaoxun saw Changhuan's backward movement, and a little sadness flashed in his deep eyes. This is his office, and there is no one around to disturb him. The door has been locked. Although Changhuan looked at him with hatred, he still wanted to hold her in his arms.

This feeling became stronger and stronger, and Jiang shaoxun approached Changhuan.

Changhuan was flustered. Jiang shaoxun didn't seem to come to talk about divorce with her at all. She tried to be calm: "Mr. Jiang, I'm already here. Please tell me what you have to do."

Her voice is very cold. It seems that he has seen jackals, tigers and leopards. Jiang shaoxun is cruel. Whether Changhuan hates him or not, the only thing he wants to know now is that he wants to hold her, kiss her and even touch her.

He just opened his long legs, extended his arms, put on his slender waist and pulled it into his arms.

Changhuan couldn't avoid it, so he bumped his nose into his chest. His chest was very hard, and it hurt a little when he bumped into her nose. The air at the tip of his nose was his slightly cigarette smell, familiar and strange, which made her nose sour.

She pushed Jiang shaoxun away: "Mr. Jiang, let me go."

The harder she struggled to get out of his arms, the tighter he held.

Jiang shaoxun hugs Changhuan's soft body. Every trace of her sweet smell is in the air. He breathes greedily. He hugs Changhuan tightly and whispers in her ear: "Huanhuan, Huanhuan."

This seemingly affectionate cry, this seemingly gentle embrace, but like a lot of knives, mercilessly stabbed in Changhuan's heart.

"I won't let you go." After Jiang shaoxun said these words affectionately, he reached for Chang Huan's chin and kissed his long cherished cherry lips. The sweetness exploded between their lips like soda candy. Chang Huan's struggle ignited his fire.

Changhuan was pushed to the sofa by him, and the tearing sound of cotton and silk resounded in the air. She only felt her shoulder cold, as if she was aware of what was going to happen. She grabbed Jiang shaoxun's shoulder and her eyes were red: "Jiang shaoxun, let me go."

Her voice was shrill and frightened. Jiang shaoxun held her in his arms. Her deep and hoarse voice rang out: "Huanhuan, I miss you. I miss you day and night."

Miss her?

How ridiculous, miss her? Will she be engaged to song Mianmian immediately when she disappears?

Miss her? What happened to the child in Song Mianmian's stomach?

She couldn't get away. Now Jiang shaoxun is like a fierce beast.

His kisses fell heavily on her face and neck. He had kissed the wound on her neck which was specially covered with a scarf. He clasped her hand, and his hand almost roughly scratched her skin. Where he touched her hand, she only felt tingling.

Chang Huan's tears fell from his cheek. Did he just take her as a prop to vent his desire at any time# 160;

The cool wind invades the whole body, she closed her eyes painfully: "Jiang shaoxun, don't let me hate you."

Jiang shaoxun gently kisses the tears on her face, but he still presses down on her. If she doesn't have him in her heart, he would rather remember him in the way that she hates him. He says in her ear: "hate."

Changhuan's heart is cold. Her hands cling to the edge of the sofa and close her eyes to bear the pain brought by Jiang shaoxun. Her tears seem to run dry and she can't cry any more. She is very cold. Even if she feels his temperature, she still feels cold.

"Huanhuan, Huanhuan."

He almost tormented her and fainted. His whole body was as sour as a marathon. His sweat dripped down her cheek and fell on her chin. He saw that she was bitten by bloody cherry lips and gently kissed her lips: "Huanhuan, don't bite."

Chang Huan felt that time was very slow, and it was very long. He didn't know how long it took for Jiang shaoxun to stop his rude action. He pitifully kissed Chang Huan on the forehead and said, "Huan Huan, I love you."

A man's words are not believable, especially the love expressed under such circumstances. He loves her, that is, he loves her body.

Song Mianmian is pregnant. He can't touch song Mianmian, so he comes to her to vent. Changhuan's heart is as clear as a mirror. She puts her hand in front of her eyes and covers her tears.

Jiang shaoxun took out a tissue and gently wiped it clean for her. Her clothes were roughly torn by him, so he covered Chang Huan with his coat. He kissed her cheek and said in a low voice, "I'll have someone send the clothes here."

Chang Huan did not respond.

What position does he put her in now?

A lover? But she and he are legally husband and wife.

Husband and wife? That's ridiculous again. He's engaged to song Mianmian.

Jiang shaoxun's slightly rough hand caressed her cheek, which brought a little sting to her cheek. He said fondly: "Huanhuan, you are thin."

"I'm sorry I didn't bring you out in person. There have been too many things that have wronged you recently."

Jiang shaoxun's gentle words, but did not bring a little comfort to Chang Huan, tears overflowed from the fingertips, are just nice, beautiful words, a meet will be rough with her man, what love can be said.

"Huanhuan, don't cry. Does it hurt?"

Jiang shaoxun didn't feel happy this time. He only knew that Changhuan was very nervous, and he was afraid that he might hurt her.

Just when Jiang shaoxun wants to see if Chang Huan is injured, Chang Huan takes her hand away from her eyes and raises her hand. With a "pa", the palms of her palms are in pain, while Jiang shaoxun's head leans to one side.

The five palmprint on his face could be seen vaguely.

Jiang shaoxun was silent for a while. His eyes were so deep that he couldn't see his emotion. Changhuan thought he would be angry, but he took her red and swollen hand and said: "don't use this way next time, I will love your hand."

"Keyboard, durian, washboard, you choose one, I will execute it."

Chang Huan remembers the scene of Zhang wanran apologizing to herself and Jiang shaoxun kneeling on the washboard in front of her. It's too far away.