The Prime Minister's Wife Is The Richest Woman [MTL]

Chapter 115

Two months later, in a hotel suite in the city center, Wu Weian picked up the gray-green shirt on the ground and buttoned it one by one with his slender fingers.

Then he slowly put on his black suit jacket.

The floor-to-ceiling windows embrace the entire night view of the city, reflecting his almost perfect body proportions.

The man was barefoot, his ankles were delicate.

Wu Weian first took out his mobile phone, turned it on, and walked lazily towards the floor-to-ceiling window. He stood in front of the window and looked at the lights of thousands of homes in the city.

As soon as I turned on my phone, messages started to come in one after another.

Wu Weian leaned against the window and took a quick look. The bathroom door opened and Ji Yunxi, wearing a bathrobe, walked out.

He didn't even turn around, and said calmly, "The agent said that the paparazzi followed us to the hotel entrance and found that you and I entered the hotel one after another."

Ji Yunxi took the laptop and sat down on the sofa: "Well, have you dealt with the paparazzi?"

Wu Weian put away his phone and said, "It's done, but there are always all kinds of rumors about you and me in the forum recently. The more I delete them, the more there are."

She wasn't online for one night, and many people were looking for Ji Yunxi.

She moved the cursor and clicked on the message box while asking, "What do you want to say?"

Wu Weian looked towards the floor-to-ceiling window, where Ji Yunxi, working on her computer on the sofa behind him, was dimly reflected.

Her long hair was tied into a bun at the back of her head, looking a little messy.

Under the white bathrobe, a section of the calf is exposed, straight and white.

It inevitably reminds me of the stunning scene in the bathtub just now.

This relationship between the two has lasted for two months since that night at the beach villa.

They are all very busy, but they can still maintain the frequency of staying overnight once a week.

Wu Weian stretched out his hand and circled Ji Yunxi's figure on the French window with his fingertips: "If one day we can't suppress it anymore, how will we respond then?"

Ji Yunxi: "Then we'll talk about it when we can no longer suppress it."

Wu Weian hummed, and then asked without any emotion: "What is our relationship?"

Ji Yunxi's fingertips paused, and she raised her head: "What do you think our relationship is?"

Wu Weian chuckled: "Do I think it's useful?"

He turned around and said, "Ms. Ji Yunxi, I am a little tired of this kind of relationship."

Ji Yunxi thought about it and reached out to close the laptop.

When they were in Dayu, it was Ji Yunxi who first proposed their marriage, and she mentioned it several times before the man agreed.

So this time, Ji Yunxi stood still and kept Wu Weian as her gigolo.

In the past two months, Wu Weian had hinted at the problems in their relationship several times, but Ji Yunxi pretended not to understand and was determined not to fall into the trap he set.

She just wanted to see how long this man would hold it in before finally saying it clearly.

Ji Yunxi hid the twinkle in her eyes: "So you want to end it?"