Chen Ze put his clothes in order and looked at Ji Hanjun with a forced smile.

"Really? Did you record it?"

"without…"

“Recorded!!! Recorded!!!”

Ji Hanjun looked at the person in his hand with gritted teeth, and without giving her a chance to speak, he dragged her out of the room.

Shen Qiqi was dragged out of the house: “Brother, go back and coax her well.”

Damn, this is simply a stumbling block in the world of him and his wife.

Ji Hanjun closed the door, drove the man out and went upstairs, only to find that the bedroom door was locked.

fine…

He has the key...

Ji Hanjun opened the door and saw Shen Ze lying on the bed covered with a quilt, ready to take a nap.

"Wife, don't go to sleep yet."

Ji Hanjun sat down on the edge of the bed, his face full of desire, and leaned over to kiss him on the lips.

Then he saw Shen Ze raised his hand and wiped his lips.

"Wife, you..."

"I won't let you kiss me, I hate you."

Just after wiping, the person beside the bed leaned over and kissed her again, this time putting his head directly in.

Chen Ze raised his hand to push the person away, sat up directly from the bed, and took a tissue from the bedside table to wipe his mouth.

"Oh…"

Ji Hanjun looked at his actions with a dark look in his eyes, and his emotions could not be seen clearly. He directly grabbed the hand he was using to wipe his mouth and blocked it tightly.

There was no point in struggling, as someone was already angry and had a firm grip on him.

"If you wipe it again, I'll just # you."

Shen Ze sneered, his lips swollen, and he looked up at him angrily.

"Did you really record it?"

Someone grabbed my hand and suddenly pressed it against ##.

Ji Hanjun's eyes were dark and his breathing was hot.

"If you have the time to record, you might as well # it once more."