Ex-husband, why don't you go to heaven?

Chapter 1 Mr. Ji, you can be cured if you are sick
The sound of splashing water in the bathroom stopped, and then, the frosted glass door was pulled open, and the man came out with only a towel around his waist.

The man's facial features are handsome, his outline is clear, his eyes are deep under his brows, his nose is straight, his two thin lips are pursed into a line, forming an extremely thin and cool arc.

Crystal drops of water slowly slid down his firm and powerful chest, the man's muscles all over his body were tense, and his waist was squeezed with abdominal muscles comparable to that of a fitness trainer.

His skin is not fair, but a very sunny honey color.The bath towel was not tied tightly, and as the man walked, it almost fell from the hip bone.

Under the bath towel, there are two strong and powerful long legs wrapped, while walking, there is a strong male hormone atmosphere, which is enough to make any woman who sees it fall in love.

The man took a dry towel and wiped his hair casually. The phone rang suddenly, which seemed abrupt and harsh in the quiet room.

The man stopped his movements, paused for a while, and was about to get the phone, a plain white hand hung up the phone first, and the next moment, the woman's soft body was pressed against him from behind.

She was only wearing a thin silk nightdress, and Ji Zhen could clearly feel her exquisite curves, which was comparable to any female star in the circle.

The woman's warm little hands slid along his back to his waist, and continued down.

Ji Zhen didn't stop her, but said in a low voice: "Qiao Weiliang, you should know that I can't be hard on you."

"Snapped!"

The mobile phone was thrown on the ground, Qiao Weiliang tore off the bath towel around his waist, retreated to the side of the bed, touched his chin and looked at it generously, refusing to let go of any inch.

"You want to rape me just like that?"

Ji Zhen approached Qiao Weiliang with a sullen face, his eyes were cold enough to freeze people into ice.

Qiao Weiliang raised his eyebrows, reached out and twisted his strong and powerful abdominal muscles, and commented pertinently: "It feels good in the hand, and I will continue to maintain it before I shoot the cover of Aikan Magazine next month."

Ai Kan magazine, the top fashion magazine in the world, many entertainers in China have sharpened their heads and wanted to be on it, but Qiao Weiliang's mouth seems to be a common occurrence.

After Qiao Weiliang finished speaking, she raised her hands in surrender, with an expression of 'I'm here for work, not to take advantage of you' all over her face.

Ji Zhen hugged Qiao Weiliang's waist to prevent her from leaving, leaned over, and almost pressed Qiao Weiliang's waist to the extreme: "In order to get a better shot, should I add some other exercises? Hmm?"

The man's ending sound was raised, which was a bit dangerous.

Qiao Weiliang didn't seem to realize it, not only wasn't afraid, but relaxed on the bed and stretched out his hand to pull down the strap of his pajamas: "If you want to do something, as a manager, of course you have to give up your life to accompany you, let alone..."

Qiao Weiliang's voice paused, she lifted the hem of her nightgown, her movements were natural and smooth, and she didn't feel anything at all, knowing that Ji Zhen's brows were so frown that he could kill a fly, so he could barely stop: "Mr. Do you need me to use more direct actions to remind you of the fact that we obtained the certificate three years ago?"

Ji Zhen narrowed her eyes dangerously, grabbed Qiao Weiliang's hand with one hand and stroked her neck with the other, as if to tease her, but also to strangle her to death.

"Why, can't help it? Stop pretending to be Liu Xiahui?"

Qiao Weiliang hooked Ji Zhen's neck as if he didn't realize it, and clung to his ear and asked with a smile, but was pressed on the bed by the man, his body was tightly attached, Qiao Weiliang could clearly feel how strong and powerful the man's body was .

But he didn't want her, not at all.

His eyes were still indifferent, except for coldness, there was only one emotion left: disgust.

The body's reaction was indeed real, but he had no love for her.

It is said that men fall in love because of sex, but even if Qiao Weiliang doesn't wear anything in front of Ji Zhen, he has no interest in her.

"Mr. Ji, if you are sick, you need to be cured."

(End of this chapter)