Dear, you've triggered the anti-theft mode! The setting is 50% for 72 hours. Normally, he has to coax her for half a day before she'll cooperate, but tonight, despite crying in all sorts of ways, she's being proactive and wild.

  His girlfriend was so delicate and charming, Wei Xi felt that... his life would be lost on her.

  Wei Xi is 21 years old, a third-year student in the Performance Department of Beijing Institute of Electronic Science and Technology, an actor.

  My girlfriend was a child star and also an actress, but she didn't study acting, instead she studied fashion design at the art institute, and later plans to be a designer.

  Due to work and career reasons, they have been living apart for a long time.

  Wei Xian was young and full of energy, his girlfriend was petite, delicate and beautiful, every time they reunited, it was like a new honeymoon, spending days and nights cooped up at home, reluctant to go out.

  This time Wei Xiong had just returned from filming a mainstream blockbuster in Africa, and after staying in the scorching heat for more than two months, he thought he had become impotent, but as soon as he saw Chi Zao, his first reaction was...

  Got it.

  The old man is a real man.

  The time difference is too lazy to turn over, holding his wife and kissing her, rushing in the bathroom...

  At this moment, the emotional affair has ended, and Wei Xue is a little tired, but every cell in his body is shouting comfort, this thing, done to one's heart's content, the soul is also beautiful.

  Reached for a cigarette from the head of the bed and was about to light one, but then thought that my wife wouldn't like the smell of smoke, so I gave up.

  She turned her head and glanced at her——

  The little girl's eyes were still a bit unfocused, her expression was even more bewildered, her pale face was flushed with bright red, and her cherry-colored lips were sucked into some swelling.

  Wei Xuan belatedly realized that he had a bit of a beast within him.

  But something even more brutal is yet to come, however, he glanced at Little Ye.

  Damn it.

  He actually still wants to come.

  Wei Xun played a sniper in that main melody blockbuster, and in order to act like one, he cultivated feelings with the gun every day, usually sleeping with it in his arms.

  Originally smooth and tender hands have become rough and coarse after holding guns for a long time.

  Coarse big hands messed with her wet long hair, Wei Xu rolled out a voice from his throat: "Wife..."

  That voice, like sand soaked in spring water, was low, husky, sexy and tantalizing, obviously its owner was already emotionally stirred.

  It was only after a long time that she slowly calmed down, and the daze in her autumn water apricot eyes gradually dissipated, becoming clear and bright. Even her expression showed a few hints of unattainable coldness, but she had just gone through a stormy ordeal, and despite pretending to be calm, she was still ravishingly beautiful.

  Wei Xun thought to himself, "Damn it, his wife's gaze, even when cold, was like a small hook that could capture people."

  He couldn't bear it anymore, and in a hoarse voice, he began to coax her: "Wife, how about we..."

  She glanced at the man who was stirring restlessly beside her, her eyebrows furrowed tightly, and she slapped his big hand open, scolding: "Get out."

  Then she didn't look at him anymore, picked up the white silk pajamas from under the bed, sat up, put them on herself, tied her waistband, and got out of bed immediately.

  She was so exhausted from all the commotion that as soon as she got down, her legs went limp and she couldn't stand steadily, and ended up falling to the ground.

  Fortunately, there was a soft light gray woolen carpet under her feet, so this fall didn't hurt, it's just embarrassing.

  "Hmmph..."

  Behind him, Wei Xun burst out laughing without any politeness.

  Wei Xun is a man, no doubt about it, but he's not the kind of handsome that's popular among young girls these days. He's more like a tough guy, with sharp facial features and an aura that's slightly cold and intimidating. His whole body exudes a sense of ruggedness, and his eyes seem to hold a fierce energy, as if he's always looking at people with a hint of disdain.

  This man is used to having a poker face every day and his smile threshold is ridiculously high.

  But every time he's late getting out of bed, holding onto his old waist and his legs going soft, he can't help but burst out laughing. This laughter is bright and proud, clearly, he's extremely proud of a certain aspect of himself.

  It was inevitable that she would be ridiculed like this, and she felt ashamed and humiliated. She propped herself up, stood up, and glared at them fiercely.

  Wei Xun was used to it, not afraid of heaven or earth, but afraid that he would be beaten up sooner or later. He immediately stopped laughing and retorted in a stuffy tone: "What's there to beat? You're the one with weak legs who can't even stand stably, yet you won't let me laugh?"

  It's inevitable that he won't be taken seriously, because at this moment, Wei Xiao's body is written all over with five big words: low-level and vicious taste.

  She didn't want to have too much contact with such a vulgar man.

  She gave him a cold glance and walked away towards the bathroom.

  Wei Xi looked at Chi Zao's expression and felt a mix of disdain and mockery in her heart.

  This woman is really unbearable, she's so spoiled that she gets whatever she wants and then slaps you in the face.

  At first, his wife was very obedient and gentle, always calling him "Xiao Ge" and expressing her desire to have a home with him and give birth to their children. Although she was not very open on the bed, as long as he coaxed her, no matter how tired she was, she would cooperate.

  Nowadays, he often gets beaten up by various gangs, scolded and slapped in the face, and occasionally even physically assaulted.

  Spoiled rotten.

  But this guy is spoiled by you, and you can only bear with it. So even if Wei Xiao was scolded, he still asked: "Where are you going?"

  "Soon or later, he won't come back, every word counts: 'Take a bath.'"

  Wei Xi got out of bed and walked quickly to Chi Zao's side: "I'll help you wash."

  It was only a matter of time before she shot back with a sharp tongue, her voice as cold as ice and snow: "No need."

  Wei Xidian stared at her persistently.

  It was inevitable that they would lock eyes, and because she had cried earlier, her eye sockets still gleamed with a bright red, but the bottom of her eyes were stubbornly strong, clearly indicating that she absolutely did not want his help.

  The two of them stared at each other for a while, and the atmosphere became awkward.

  In the end, Wei Xuan took a step back and said calmly, "Forget it, you wash yourself."

  As she spoke, she turned around and threw herself back onto that Kingsize soft big bed.

  He took advantage of her while she was washing and came again with a lot of previous convictions, now she refused, he didn't dare to offend her.

  However, Wei Xun, who had fallen onto the bed, felt inexplicably unwell.

  He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that she wasn't as attentive to him as before. When looking at her, her eyes didn't seem as bright and shiny as they used to be. The smile on her face wasn't as frequent as before. Sometimes when he got close to her, she would slightly resist...

  It can't be... someone's here!

  As soon as this thought emerged, Wei Xun felt inexplicably annoyed, and his hand went to the bedside table to touch the cigarette, but this time he couldn't hold back, and instead directly pulled out one, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

  A faint blue mist rose and hovered over Wei Xiao's face, the face in the swirling mist was deeply carved and three-dimensional.

  The feeling that smoking gives people after a breakup is undoubtedly emptiness, loneliness and desolation.

  Wei Xi was no exception, but he hadn't had this feeling for a long time. Since being with Chi Yao, he had been busy with his studies, career and love life, every day passing by busily, fully and steadily. With Chi Yao, he gradually felt a sense of stability and tranquility, like the quiet passage of time.

  Wei Xi felt that this was the best state of life, he was busy with his career outside, his wife was beautiful and elegant at home, and the two of them supported this family together.

  But now...

  "Huh?"

  Wei Xuan let out a sigh and thought about it for a moment before deciding that it would be better to have a good talk with him sooner or later.

  His agent, Zhai Siwen, did not treat him as a cash cow, letting him take on lucrative but reputation-damaging films or shoot 60-70 episode idol dramas for the sake of money. Instead, Zhai Siwen gave Wei Xue projects that were solid team efforts with reliable scripts and substantial films. The pay may not have been the highest in the industry, but as long as Wei Xue took steady steps forward, relying on his explosive performances in one film after another, he would eventually become a big star, and this kind of fame wouldn't be like the fleeting popularity of a young idol, but rather the kind that could sustain box office success.

  The film and television industry is lucrative, as long as the box office results are explosive, endorsements will be plentiful.

  This year, Wei Xi's endorsement earnings are more than his film earnings.

  It was only when he heard that he had another income that he felt relieved, otherwise it would not be worth eating dirt for a diamond ring.

  "What's left of your money now?"

  It's only a matter of time before she shows her true face, and if she weren't really out of money, she wouldn't have come to him asking for 5,000 yuan for an abortion. Moreover, looking at her tense little expression due to poverty, Wei Xi perversely found it quite cute, after all, this was the style of painting she used to do.

  "Xiao Ge, you're out of money, right? I'll transfer 200,000 yuan to you!"

  "Xiao Ge, don't be shy about having no money, just think of mine as yours."

  "Just swipe my card!"

  A rich woman's appearance of keeping a small wolf dog as her lover.

  It's him, because it's true love, he is willing to be supported financially.