Divorced, still making trouble?

late at night.

The sound of rushing water in the bathroom stopped, Ji Mingzhe cleaned his body, lubricated it well, opened the door and walked out.

The head of the bed in the bedroom was leaning against a young man who was playing games. When he heard the movement, he stared at the screen in his hand and said without looking up, "Go away, don't do it."

Ji Mingzhe paused, and then continued to approach the other party. He first took out the cover from the drawer of the bedside table, then took off the bathrobe on his body, knelt down halfway, and reached out to unbutton the loose shirt the young man was wearing.

"Get out." The young man repeated, his fingertips tapping the screen quickly, as if he was too busy, he didn't even bother to give the people around him a look.

Ji Mingzhe was not affected at all, he unbuttoned the other party's clothes without listening to him, then pulled away the young man's bent leg, moved his face forward, lowered his head, and began to speak to the other party on his own.

The stimulation coming from below made the young man's hands tremble, and the game character died. He finally threw away the phone and looked coldly at the person buried in his crotch.

After a while, he sneered, ran his hand down Ji Mingzhe's back, touched his back, and said sarcastically, "You have to prepare yourself for finding grass. You are as cheap as you, and you are the only one."

Hearing this, Ji Mingzhe stopped his movements, raised his head, stared at the young man for a moment, and asked, "Are you in a bad mood today?"

The young man gritted his teeth, "You should know, seeing you, I will never feel better."

Ji Mingzhe silently lowered his eyes for a while, and then said in a low voice, "That can't be helped, you may have to bear it, after all, you want to live with me like this all the time."

The young man frowned in disgust, and in the next second, he pushed Ji Mingzhe away, got out of bed, and left the bedroom with his clothes open and cold all over his body——

It seems that he doesn't want to spend more time with this person for even half a second.

The door that was slammed shut made a loud noise, and Ji Mingzhe's heart jumped involuntarily.

After a while, he put on his bathrobe and came to the floor-to-ceiling windows, just in time to see the back of the young man going downstairs, getting into a supercar, and walking away.

"Uncle Liu, let someone follow him." Ji Mingzhe said to the butler who came in behind him.

After the butler should step down and leave, Ji Mingzhe bent down and silently picked up all the covers scattered on the ground, returned to the bathroom, and cleaned up the lubricating fluid behind him.

After finishing all this, Ji Mingzhe went to the study.

There is still a lot of work to do, he is too busy, the reason why he will come back at night is because he has not seen Qiu Ye for several days and misses him very much.

But obviously that person did not welcome him.

Compared with him coming back, perhaps Qiu Ye hoped that he could die outside.

Ji Mingzhe pursed his lower lip, took the glasses next to him and put them on, covering the gloomy eyes that flashed past.

Compared to him liking that person, that person can be said to hate him to the bone.

He couldn't blame him.

After all, he was the one who killed Qiu Ye's family and forcibly kept them by his side by despicable means.

You can't ask people to greet their enemies with a smile.

Ji Mingzhe pushed down his glasses, calmed down his depressed mood silently, and focused all his attention on his work. However, two hours later, there was a knock on the door of the study room, and the butler walked over with an unnatural expression, hesitant to speak and then He stopped calling, "...Young Master."

Ji Mingzhe raised his head.

"Young Master Qiu..." the butler coughed lightly, avoiding Ji Mingzhe's gaze, "...he brought someone from the bar to the mansion again."

The moment his words fell, Ji Mingzhe's hand holding the pen tightened suddenly, and the sharp metal tip pierced into his palm. He didn't speak, but sat behind the desk with dark eyes, and it took a long time before he raised his eyebrows in response.

Afterwards, he stood up from the swivel chair, left the study, and called a car to the mansion.

Haoting is a luxury hotel in the center of H, the purpose of Qiu Ye taking people there is self-evident.

After arriving at the place, the housekeeper reported the found information to Ji Mingzhe, "Young Master Qiu is in room 1208, young master, do you want to go up?"

Ji Mingzhe stood outside the hotel door, seeing that the neon sign in front of him did not move, his face was sunk in the shadows, no one could see his expression clearly at the moment, but the atmosphere around him became obviously very oppressive.

The butler followed behind him attentively, and did not dare to say anything.

This season, it was already late autumn, and the dew was heavy and cold in the second half of the night, but Ji Mingzhe seemed to stand still in place, and the time passed by every minute and every second. After an unknown amount of time, Qiu Ye finally let out a cigarette lazily Walked out from the hotel door.

When Ji Mingzhe saw his figure, his body, which was blown through by the cold wind, became alive.

He moved his lips, looked at the obvious hickey on the neck of the person approaching, and asked softly, "Didn't you say that you don't want to do it?"

Looking into Ji Mingzhe's eyes, Qiu Ye slowly breathed out a puff of smoke rings at him, and then with the smell of cheap perfume rubbed off from others, he leaned close to Ji Mingzhe and whispered in his ear, "I don't want to be with you .”

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth curled up viciously, and he added slowly, "I'd rather spend money on a cowboy than you, how disgusting are you?"