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

Chapter 14

After Ji Zhen went downstairs, she drove directly back to the villa and drove the car into the garage. Suddenly, a light came on. When she got out of the car, she saw that it was Qiao Weiliang. She was sitting in a Dior car that was probably new. How long have you been here.

"Di!"

Qiao Weiliang honked the horn, opened the car door and signaled Ji Zhen to get in the car.

"I thought you were going to observe mourning in the mortuary tonight."

As Qiao Weiliang said, she stretched out her hand and hooked her broken hair behind her ears. Her side face was very good-looking, her chin was not too thin, and it had a graceful curvature. Seen from the side, she always seemed to have a slight smile, which made people feel A bit of a rare weakness.

She had obvious hostility towards Su Mulan, and Ji Zhen was not in a good mood. After hearing what she said, she didn't speak, and even her expression didn't change.

"Yesterday, the official announcement has been sent out. For the filming of Aikan Magazine, all activities will be canceled and a month of secret devil training will be required."

Qiao Weiliang said as he handed Ji Zhen a leather jacket and a few documents, and then put a peaked cap on his head: "I don't care what you do this month, after a month, you must Show up at the airport, and I will organize your fan support group to pick you up."

It doesn't take Qiao Weiliang to say too much, Ji Zhen also knows that at that time, there will be a lot of media present, he not only needs to show up, maybe he also needs to show something to show the 'training results' of this month.

Ji Zhen felt more than once that a woman like Qiao Weiliang was not suitable to be a lover, because she was too smart, and she could always guess his thoughts.

For example, every time he wants to sleep, she will give him a soft pillow just right.

This feeling of being completely seen through by others is not good for Ji Zhen, but the most frightening thing is that he seems to have become more and more used to and even relied on this woman's just right.

Helping him lower his peaked cap, Qiao Weiliang got out of the car, instead of leaving in a hurry, he went around to his side and knocked on the window.

Rolling down the car window, the woman suddenly grabbed his collar, tiptoed to cover his lips, and left quickly after touching him.

"Be careful. Before the contract ends, your name is still written in my spouse column. I don't want to wake up one day within this month, and I will become widowed inexplicably."

The tone is surprisingly domineering.

Looking at those plump and moist lips, Ji Zhen's throat rolled a bit, damn he thought this woman was very sexy when she said that!

Rolling up the car window expressionlessly, the car sped away.

The garage suddenly went dark, and stood quietly in the darkness for a while, Qiao Weiliang rubbed his arms, and smiled coldly: "Ji Zhen, maybe I won't insist on waiting for you every time."

It is too difficult to wait for you to look back once, maybe one day you want to give up.

Early the next morning, Qiao Weiliang was woken up by the sound of the doorbell urging her to death, and went downstairs to open the door with a murderous look. She didn't see who it was, and just slammed the sole of her shoe over.

Then, An Ruobo covered half of his face, and sat on the sofa in the living room aggrieved.

Qiao Weiliang poured himself a cup of warm water to suppress his breath, his complexion was still not good and he sat in front of him, saw a bruise on the left side of his face, and frowned: "Don't tell me, you haven't realized that you are relying on The fact that the face eats."

Face is life to an artist. Although An Ruobai hasn't officially debuted yet, since she is under Qiao Weiliang, she should demand her words and deeds according to the standards of a first-line artist.

An Ruobai twitched her lips: "Wei Liang, you almost disfigured me with a kick last night, you won't forget it all?"

Qiao Weiliang drank the water in the cup, played with the cup, and said lazily: "If you can add the honorific title, maybe I won't be unable to restrain myself from wanting to teach you what is called seniority or inferiority."

(End of this chapter)