Rebirth of the Crazy Wife: Abusing her Dominant Ex-husband

When I came back from the exhibition banquet, I looked at the corridor and saw that the lights in the studio were on.

Pushing open the door of the studio, she saw a woman with long hair disheveled and only a scarf on her body. She was sitting with a paintbrush in her hand, painting the painting on the easel. Zhuang Mingyue knew that he was back when she heard the sound of opening the door. Look back at him and continue doing what you are doing.

A black suit jacket was draped on Zhuang Mingyue's shoulders. Zhuang Mingyue stopped moving his hands, and Zhan Yan knelt down in front of her like he was condescending, "Why don't you rest up so late?"

The person who had been living and drinking outside for a long time had not returned. When he heard his voice again, he felt strange yet familiar.

Zhuang Mingyue didn't look at him and answered him calmly: "I woke up and didn't know what to do, so I just finished the work."

Zhan Yan looked at the flower in her hand, which was in a forest after the rain. Raindrops were still hanging on the leaves, and the mist gave people a hazy beauty.

Zhan Yan doesn't know how to draw, but it can be seen from her handwriting that Zhuang Mingyue's level is indeed good.

"What did you draw?"

Zhuang Mingyue said expressionlessly: "Yushulin, the new game made by senior brother needs a background. It will be delivered in three days."

Upon hearing the name of the painting, Zhan Yan's eyes instantly darkened, and a trace of cold air radiated from his body.

The smell of alcohol on his body quickly dissipated in the air, and in addition to the smell of alcohol, there was also a biting smell of perfume on his coat.

Zhuang Mingyue took off her suit jacket and gave it back to him, "Wash up and go rest. Nuannuan is in Little Xingxing's room. Don't disturb her."

Zhan Yan stood up and suddenly grabbed her hand. The paintbrush in Zhuang Mingyue's hand fell to the ground. "What are you crazy about?" Thinking of the people who were still resting next door, she lowered her voice. .

With her hand held in the air, Zhuang Mingyue looked at the place where a red mark had been pinched, and she frowned in pain.

Zhan Yan stared at her with gloomy eyes, and there was a storm in his eyes. The calmer he became, the more violent the storm came.

If he didn't say it, Zhuang Mingyue didn't know what he was angry about.

She didn't know if it was because he was drunk, but Zhuang Mingyue felt something was wrong with him from the moment he came in, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

To this day she still can't forget him.

Zhan Yan suddenly grabbed her, and he lowered his head and kissed her fiercely. He swept through her mouth like a city conqueror, with the bitter smell of alcohol and cigarettes filling her mouth.

Zhuang Mingyue lowered her hands to his chest, "Oh~ let go... let go..."

Unable to break free, Zhuang Mingyue simply gave up her struggle slowly. He bit her lip as if punishing her, and Zhuang Mingyue groaned in pain again.

She felt a faint smell of blood filling her mouth.

I couldn't push him away despite the disgusting smell.

I don't know how long it took, Zhan Yan pushed the weak woman in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding on to the glass window with both hands. She thought she was waiting for his invasion, but she didn't wait for his next move.

"If you want, finish it quickly and don't disturb them." There was no emotion in Zhuang Mingyue's tone, and she treated him step by step, letting him complete what he wanted to do.

The woman in the mirror is entangled, her long hair is messy, and the shawl originally draped on her body has fallen to the ground. The broken spot on her lip still has blood stains. Her lust is seducing people, her stubborn face, There was no light in her eyes through the glass window, and there was no trace of him. Everything she did seemed to be a kind of torture to her, and she was not willing...

Seeing her calm eyes, Zhan Yan felt a stab of pain in his chest.

Zhuang Mingyue's chest calmed down, but before he could make a rough move, the man behind him pulled up the pajama straps that had slipped from her shoulders, and suddenly hugged her gently from behind.

Zhan Yan rested his chin on her shoulder, and Zhuang Mingyue looked at the tiredness in his brows and eyes through the mirror, "Just wait for me, it will be fine soon."

Zhuang Mingyue's long hair rested on the other shoulder, and she felt the only hot body temperature on his body, while her eyes were dull and she looked blankly at the dark night covered with snow outside, "Can you let me go? Zhanyan!" "

"The smell of you makes me uncomfortable."

Zhan Yan: "Have you missed me these days when I'm gone? Huh?"

Zhuang Mingyue was still indifferent to him, "Don't you know?"

No matter what the answer is, Zhuang Mingyue doesn't care.

But Zhan Yan never cared.

Zhan Yan: "It doesn't matter, as long as Mingyue stays with me."

Zhuang Mingyue thought about what he had just done with other women, and she strongly resisted his touch. Now... she felt sick when she smelled his scent.

Zhan Yan held back and let go of his hand. Zhuang Mingyue wanted to leave, but was not able to do so.

"Why are you running?" Zhan Yan held her hand and put it on his chest, "Help me unbutton and take a shower."

His strong breath made her feel uncomfortable, "You can do this yourself, I'm going to bed."

Zhan Yan did not let her go easily, "Do you think you can run away?"

yes! She can't run away.

Zhuang Mingyue seemed to accept her fate, unbuttoned his chest with trembling hands, and took off his black shirt. The smell of perfume became stronger and stronger.

After taking off everything, Zhan Yan forced her to go to the bathroom with him.

The hot water was poured down, and Zhan Yan's naked body pressed against hers, "This time... let's try it here?"

Zhuang Mingyue raised her head: "You are crazy!"

The bathroom in the studio is only separated by a wall from the room where Nuan Nuan sleeps, and any slightest movement can be heard clearly over there.

"I can take it easy."

In the bathroom, Zhuang Mingyue was almost driven crazy by his torture.

She has so many women outside, is there no one who can satisfy him?

From the bathroom to their master bedroom, pajamas that fell off Zhuang Mingyue were scattered at the door of the corridor.

In the room, Zhuang Mingyue sank into the soft big bed, enduring his violent impacts again and again.

It didn't end until dawn.

When the time came, the nanny was about to go to the room to wake Zhuang Mingyue up for breakfast, but when she saw the dress on the floor, she was silent for a while.

It looks like the gentleman is back.

The servant picked up the dirty clothes and took a look at the studio. He was shocked by the scene in front of him. The ground was in a mess, and even the easel fell to the ground.

The two of them were so crazy last night!

The servant quickly tidied up the things.

Su Nuannuan woke up refreshed, while Wang Mei was dressing little Xingxing.

Su Nuannuan asked at this time, "Aunt Wang, where is Mingyue? Did she get up so early?"

Wang Mei: "Master Zhan came back last night. He should sleep with the eldest lady now."

"What!" Su Nuannuan was stunned for a moment, "Zhan Yan? Are you sure it's Zhan Yan? Aren't he already married to Ying Yueyao?"