C1 Her Ex-husband Was a Demon

The fragrance of Mandala rose from the white crystal board in the exhibition hall and wrapped around the moving bodies.

Meng Xiwei elegantly shook the red wine cup between her fingers, looking indifferently at all kinds of people.

Three years ago, she fled this city in a sorry state!

Three years later, she returned beautifully and once again returned to this so-called upper class society.

"Appraiser Meng, I'm sorry to bother you. Your custom-made dress has arrived." The assistant carefully stood beside Meng Xiwei and said softly and respectfully.

"Yes, I know. You can go down first." Meng Xiwei took the gift box and lightly parted her thin lips. A light sentence with a fierce commanding tone.

After saying that, she turned around and walked to the lounge. Meng Xiwei took off her gown.

Her snow white skin was exposed bit by bit, until there was a hideous scar protruding from her chest, which was eye-catching and terrifying.

Meng Xiwei used her slender fingers to slowly cut the scar. Every time she saw this wound, she could not help but think of those dark years in prison.

She closed her eyes, tidied up her emotions and put on the skirt.

"Ah!" She had yet to unzip the zipper on her back when suddenly, a large cold hand caressed the skin on her back.

Meng Xiwei suddenly opened her eyes and exclaimed. When she turned around, she saw the man who framed her and imprisoned her - her ex-husband!

"Long time no see." Jin Huang'ao blocked the way Meng Xiwei could escape. There was a playful smile on his lips.

"Sir, do I know you?" Meng Xiwei coldly smiled. She closed the zipper and planned to leave.

Since the moment he personally sent her to prison five years ago, their Meng family did not owe him anything.

And she had already cut off all ties with him.

"When you came back, you followed me to the lounge and deliberately put on a costume show. Wasn't it just to seduce me? " Jin Huang'ao held her waist and rubbed his fingertips against hers. His expression was arrogant, and his voice contained a hint of ridicule.

Meng Xiwei was shocked by his arrogance, but she could not break free. She said with disdain, "Chief Jin, I advise you to take a look at the brain during the next physical examination."

"Didn't you know me just now? I haven't seen you for a few years, but your mouth has grown." Jin Huang'ao's eyes darkened, and his hand slid along her waist.

"Hiss." There was a slight sound of clothes grinding beside his ear. Huang'ao had already slowly pulled down her gown.

"Stop, Jin Huang'ao!" Meng Xiwei almost squeezed out the words from her teeth. It was cold and filled with disgust.

"Hmm?" Jin Huang'ao pulled his hand into the distance between the two of them and pressed it against Meng Xiwei's nose. He said provocatively, "Why? Do you want to catch me? Tsk tsk, this is much better than rejecting me." After saying that, the smile at the corner of his eyes became even more bewitching.

Meng Xiwei clenched her fists and mocked, "CEO Jin, do you think that after you did those things to me, I would still love you without any principles?"

"A woman who speaks the truth but does not have the heart!" Jin Huang'ao lowered his head and took a bite of her collarbone. He laughed and said, "Women, after all, I have seen how obsessed you were with me back then!"

"Jin Huang'ao, you better wake up. Look carefully. I am no longer the Meng Xiwei that you can use as you wish back then." Meng Xiwei swept her eyes across her face with a cold expression.

"Oh?"

"Yes, I did." Jin Huang'ao pressed Meng Xiwei's body against his. "I did not expect your body to be so tasteless. I can make an exception and take you as my lover."

The sudden kiss on her skin made Meng Xiwei feel uneasy again when she felt Jin Huang'ao's hot body. It was familiar, and memories intertwined with each other.

The sharp and handsome facial outline of the knife, the deep blue eyes like thin ice floating on a deep pool, glittering and unfathomable. The thick eyebrows emitted a suffocating attraction.

Slowly, Jin Huang'ao's face got closer and closer. He even raised Meng Xiwei's chin teasingly, and the red thin lips were about to fall.

"Huang'ao!" A clear female voice came.

"Creak." The door opened.

"What are you doing?" A woman in a lake blue dress walked in and exclaimed.