He didn't care much about his son, but his parents regarded him as a family heirloom and loved him very much. They firmly disagreed with his divorce and couldn't let his grandson live without his biological mother.

More importantly, his sister also firmly opposed his divorce.

Later, the more he nurtured his daughter, the deeper his affection became, and he soon became a slave to her. When he thought of divorce, his daughter would no longer have her mother to take care of her, which was very detrimental to her physical, mental and growth, so he slowly gave up the idea of ​​divorce.

idea.

However, now that he is so outstanding, how can an ordinary girl from a small place like his first wife still be worthy of him? Cheating or finding one or two other women as psychological compensation has become a natural thing for him to do.

This time, while he was going to his sister's house for dinner, he stopped by the house of a confidante.

This confidante is not a first-class beauty. Just in terms of appearance, if she scores 100 points, she would only be in the 70s at most. But she is a painter and has a very literary and artistic temperament. This is the temperament.

It fascinated him.

Once upon a time, he was also a literary young man who liked to write poems and play the guitar, but he had to give it up later because of his studies and work.

Before coming here, he had already contacted this confidante in advance. Knowing that she was working at home, he dropped by.

The female painter lives in a community with a history of nearly 20 years. It was a welfare house allocated by a certain unit.

Nowadays, most of the residents there are retired elderly people, but the environmental sanitation and security of the community are still quite good.

Lin Chaohua's car had already applied for a pass in this community, and he went in without a hitch. He parked the car downstairs of the unit. He came to the door of the female painter's house by familiar means, passed the electronic code lock, and walked in directly.

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The room was filled with a faint smell of tobacco. Lin Chaohua frowned slightly and followed the smell of tobacco all the way to the studio. Sure enough, he saw his confidante "smoking" at a glance.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't smoke anymore?"

Lin Chaohua walked up to her and asked somewhat unhappily.

The female painter blew out a smoke ring at him and said with a smile: "I am creating, so I have to smoke a little, otherwise I will have no inspiration. Do you want to take one too?"

"Forget it, I don't want to be addicted."

Lin Chaohua rolled his eyes at her angrily, then sat down on a nearby chair.

"Didn't you smoke one last time? You won't be addicted. Come on, I just took a few puffs on this one and I'll give it to you."

As she spoke, the female painter enthusiastically pushed the "cigarette" she was holding into Lin Chaohua's mouth.

The female painter was very annoying. She came forward and hugged him affectionately. Moreover, it was the one she had just smoked in her mouth. Lin Chaohua felt hot and could not help but open his mouth slightly and took the "cigarette" in his mouth.

The female painter laughed proudly, her branches trembling wildly, and a patch of whiteness flashed on her low-cut clothes. Lin Chaohua almost stared at her.

The female painter blinked at him ambiguously, then took out another "cigarette" and lit it. Then she sat down on his lap, put one arm around his shoulder, and started puffing away with him.

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The expressions on their faces gradually became psychedelic, with silly smiles appearing from time to time.

At this moment, a loud bang was heard and the door was suddenly pushed open.
Chapter completed!