Chapter 132

Within the Shaoxuan Golden House. Jiao, after hearing about the matter of renting a house, he found out the address, so this time it was of use.

Ever since he chased Fu Jingzhi out of the hospital, he forced himself to no longer pay attention to her matters. After Shaoxuan recovered, he and Man Jun went on vacation outside the city for a week.

After they returned from their vacation, Meng Family's villa was redecorated, and he and Man Jun moved in. Perhaps it was because they were eyewitnesses, or perhaps it was because of some unknown reasons, but when he saw Jingjing's favorite study room and Little Spring, he could feel her heart falling into chaos.

After all, he was once his wife. He felt that a man might forget the countless women in his life, but he would never forget his own beginning. Who would he give the night, and his ex-wife would probably never forget, unless he had amnesia!

If they had not married, and had only been together before, perhaps he would have forgotten about it long ago. The person he had not forgotten about was his ex-wife, and not Fu Jingzhi.

For the past few days, he had been thinking about what he did to her, but he had completely forgotten about this reason.

The car stopped in front of the entrance to the residential complex. The security guard said a few words to check it out and then let them off easily. That's right, he was driving in a car. Pap. A handsome man is not a burglar.

Meng Shaoting stopped the car and lit up a cigarette. He wanted to give her a call, but he didn't know her current number, so he went straight up, worrying about how he should face her if her mother was at home. With his head down, he smoked two more cigarettes.

She didn't ask too much, but instead tidied up the table and started washing the dishes in the kitchen. Fang Jin had been very diligent these past few days, so he was listening to the noises in the living room while washing the dishes. As expected, he soon heard knocking on the door …

Quietly knowing that his hands were covered in the dishwashing foam, he used his arms to comb through his hair. Before he could take off his apron, he went to open the door.

Just as he walked into the living room, he heard knocking on the door again. Jingwen quickly walked a step, and as she opened the door she said: "Is it Fang Jin? "It's here, it's here …"

"Hurry up and come in …" "Why are there so many items …" Quiet And Steadfast raised his head with a smile, but he suddenly froze.

The man who stood outside the door was extremely tall and handsome, but his expression was a little cold. It was not Fang Jin, but Meng Shaoting.

Quiet And Steadfast could only feel his heartbeat quicken. Deep in her heart, she felt an inexplicable fear of him. It was because of his viciousness and his viciousness towards her.

Just as he was about to close the door, he was stopped by a single hand. Jing Zhi clenched his teeth and continued to close the door with all his might, Meng Shaoting stepped forward and half of his body squeezed in, he looked at the lady in front of him who had her head lowered, and coldly said: "Who is Fang Jin."

"Mr. Meng, I remember that day in the hospital, you promised me that you would never appear in front of me again." When he saw him being such a rascal, he decided to let go of him as well. He raised her head and looked calmly at the man in front of her who was practically one head taller than her.

"Then I'm sorry, I have a problem with me. I like to go back on my word." Meng Shaoting's face did not reveal any expression of awkwardness, he pushed her away and walked towards the house. He placed the things he was familiar with on the table, then sat down on the sofa with his slender pair of legs. He folded his legs and lazily leaned back. He turned his head to look at the pale her and softly said, "Pour me a cup of tea. I'm thirsty." "Sorry, there's no tea at home." Jingjing looked at his expression and the anger in her heart built up bit by bit. If it weren't for the fact that she had good self-cultivation in her bones, she really would have thrown that pile of things out!

After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the kitchen …

However, Meng Shaoting was not angry. Instead, he looked at her with interest.

She did not pay attention to him nor did she quarrel with him. She was not so foolish as to quarrel with him. When he got angry at her, the one who beat her up was herself!

Meng Shaoting sat for a while, seeing that Jing Zhi did not come out after entering the kitchen, he also felt that it was a little boring, so he stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Standing by the door, he stopped and leaned against the doorframe, watching her wash the dishes in the sink.

He stood there for a while, but when he saw that she didn't even lift her head and only pretended that he wasn't there, he felt sad for some reason.

Before, when they were not divorced, she was either sitting there reading or working in the kitchen. But now, looking at her like this, it felt like a lifetime ago.

He could not help but take a step forward. His deep voice echoed in the small kitchen, "Jingwen, your hair …"

Jing Zhi was stunned for a moment. Her hands that were submerged in the water trembled. Pain welled up involuntarily from her scalp. She lowered her head and stubbornly smiled. "I'm fine."

He gave an evil smile and extended her hand to stroke the hair on top of her head. Jingzhi suddenly took a step back and stopped him, "Mr. Meng, please have some self-respect."

"Self-respect? How have I not touched you? "What are you pretending for?" Meng Shaoting moved closer, and used his hand to pinch her exquisite lower jaw. His black eyes slowly closed in on her, even at such a close distance, her skin still did not have the slightest of flaws, so white that it caused his heart to palpitate …

"Meng Shaoting, I'm going to get married, please, don't touch me again!" When he felt his body pressing against hers, he finally managed to push him away and run out of the kitchen.