Scented Woman

Meng Qingge pushed Ji Wanzhou away and got up to adjust her breathing before answering Lee Weisi's phone.

Ji Wanzhou looked at his wife's careful preparation for another man's phone call with a darkened face. Ji Wanzhou's heart felt like it was thrown into a vat of old vinegar. Immediately, he felt a little sore from the pain.

Meng Qingge had heard something and smiled sweetly, igniting the fire in Ji Wanzhou's heart.

Meng Qingge, you have attracted a lot of interesting people around you, but in the end, you won't be my, Ji Wanzhou's, person, so don't even think about running away from me.

Ji Wanzhou walked over and grabbed the phone in Qingge's hand and threw it away. The phone suddenly split into pieces and the screen was extinguished without any struggle.

Meng Qingge didn't even have the chance to look at her phone when she was thrown onto the sofa by Ji Wanzhou. Then, Ji Wanzhou pressed down on her.