Chapter 50

His wet black hair stuck to his face. Chaos but also madness. Wild, vaguely, when he saw her narrow and seductive eyes wantonly sizing her up, Jingwen couldn't help but lower her head. Her face was already flushed red. "Why are you looking at me like that …"

He bit the tip of his cigarette and picked up the cigarette that was still burning. His thin lips slightly raised as he lazily said, "Come in. Look at the dirt on your head. Go and take a bath."

Such casual words, really just like a couple who had been married for many years. Jingzhi couldn't help but smile. Actually, she was such an easy person to be satisfied with.

As long as he was willing to give her a little bit of good, she would willingly bring her entire world before him.

"Yes." She raised her head and smiled at him, like a blooming flower. Meng Shaoting's eyes froze for a moment, before he laughed too, "So ugly, what are you laughing at!"

He even reached out to pat her head, unable to resist the urge to laugh even more heartily. His eyes were bright and clear, and his tone unconsciously carried the meaning of a spoiled child: "Hey, Meng Shaoting! Am I really ugly? "

"You're so ugly, I can't be uglier than that. I don't even understand how I could marry such an ugly woman like you!" He sat straight down on the sofa, his long, slender hands folded in front of him. Overlapping her legs and raising her chin slightly, she looked like a supreme king. However, there was a faint smile on her face. How could she be that ugly? However, she was one of his women. It was just an ordinary one.

Knowing that it was a little disappointing, Meng Shaoting lowered his head and took off her clothes, hanging them on the clothes rack. Behind his back, there was a curve and convex shape, and his line of sight followed along his thin shoulders all the way down to her slender waist.

When Jingwen came out of the shower, she saw him sitting there with a glass of red wine. She went over and poured a cup for him as well, then sat down beside him and took a sip.

The light was blurry, and the atmosphere was perfect. Meng Shaoting placed the cup down, and used his hand to grab Jing Zhi's lower jaw, forcing her to raise her head, while he looked at her condescendingly, as though there were sparks in the air.

Aware that his slightly parted lips contained the faint aroma of fragrant red wine, Meng Shaoting slowly lowered his head, their faces only separated by a centimeter.

A strong male aura that belonged solely to him gushed over as Jing Zhi gradually found it difficult to breathe. Subconsciously, Jing Zhi closed her eyes while trembling under his devouring gaze …

As the rapid breathing provoked him, Meng Shaoting did not wait any longer and lowered his head to kiss him ruthlessly. Her bright red lips …