Captive little pretty wife: President, I want a divorce

Chapter 100 The scheming woman (2)

"Daddy, what's wrong with you?" Qiao Xiaoxiao hurriedly ran to Qiao Zhengning's side.

Qiao Zhengning's expression didn't ease, he got up and left the living room alone.

Mrs. Qiao is an insider, so she quickly followed.

The two adults were gone, and the others were silent for a while, but they started playing.

Qiao Shaohang and Su Xiaomo didn't stay for long, and left Qiao's house soon.

When he got home, Qiao Shaohang thought about it, and finally dialed Pei Li'ai.

Pei Liai looked at the caller ID on the phone, raised her lips and smiled lightly, and pressed the answer button.

"Xiao Ai, why didn't you tell me in Z City?"

Even if you decide to forget it, after all, you were born and died together.

"It's nothing, I just want to come to play for a while, you already have a wife, it's inconvenient, it's okay, just have Xiaoxiao to accompany me." She always knew the right thing.

Just the right distance, just the right ambiguity, just the right words, and just the right alienation.

Only in this way can some things be more tempting and seductive, and last longer.

She feels that men are like that, and they will never cherish what they get easily.

So even if she came here for him this time, she would never come to his door automatically, nor would she be stupid enough to frame his wife.

"By the way, how did you meet Xiaoxiao?"

Hearing what she said, Qiao Shaohang didn't feel anything. The Pei Li'ai he knew was always like this.

Independent, self-confident, and won't trouble others easily.

He's married, and it's even more impossible for her to find him.

But that's fine too.

"I met by chance in France, but I didn't expect it to be your sister. This kind of fate is really wonderful."

Pei Li'ai said it lightly.

Qiao Shaohang didn't ask any more questions, the two said a few more casual words, and then hung up the phone with each other.

When he returned to the room, Su Xiaomo had already finished taking a shower and was playing with a notebook in her arms. Seeing him coming in, she raised her head and gave him a smile, and continued to play.

He was almost completely different from her young wife in tastes of convenience.

He felt that many of the things she liked were a waste of time, but his little wife liked them, and he didn't say anything.

After all, there is always a gap between people, and what they like will naturally be different.

But sometimes, he still couldn't help thinking, could this be the generation gap between them?

He walked over quickly, picked up her notebook in one hand, bowed his head and kissed her lips, "take a bath with me."

(End of this chapter)