Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

Fu Zheng laughed and said, "Wen Xiaoliang, only the state officials are allowed to set fires, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps?"

"What? You don't allow it?" Wen Liang raised his eyebrows.

Fu Zheng knelt on the bed with one leg and leaned over, "Let me see how the photo goes."

Wen Liang's clever capture.

This photo is even more intense than the ones I took yesterday with my photography friend’s camera.

"Not bad, right?" Wen Liang glanced at him with an expression begging for praise.

Fu Zheng raised his eyebrows, "What will happen if I choose to put this in the magazine?"

"No." Wen Liang flatly refused.

"why not."

Wen Liang put away her phone and said in a high-sounding tone, "You are in a financial magazine. This photo does not fit the theme. If you are in an entertainment magazine, it would be fine."

This is her private collection.

There is some truth to it.

Fu Zheng buttoned his shirt to the top button.

Wen Liang glanced at him, her heart moved, she got up from the bed, ran to the living room, and said, "The phone is out of battery, I'm going to get the charger."

Fu Zheng didn't notice anything was wrong. He took off the tie hanging on the back of the chair and tied it in a Windsor knot.

"Fu Zheng."

Hearing the sound, Fu Zheng turned his head and looked over.

"Crack."

Wen Liang held the camera towards him.

In the photo, Fu Zheng is wearing a tie with both hands, raising his eyes and staring seriously in the direction of the camera. His face is calm, and his eyes are firm and gentle, making people unable to help but feel involved.

The University of Vancouver photographer is at work.

She didn't even have time to change her clothes. She was still wearing an ultra-short suspender nightgown that only reached the top of her thighs. Her bare feet were on the floor, her round and lovely big toes were pressed down on her second toes, and she was holding a camera with a serious look on her face.

"How else do you want to shoot?" Fu Zheng asked helplessly.

"Do whatever you need to do and don't worry about me."

Wen Liang wanted to use snapshots to get the picture he wanted.

Fu Zheng smiled and walked towards the bathroom with his slender legs.

Wen Liang quickly tested the aperture and shutter, adjusted the parameters, took two steps back and took a candid full-body photo of him walking.

Fu Zheng entered the bathroom and laughed when he saw Wen Liang still holding the camera, "You want to take pictures even when I go to the bathroom?"

Wen Liang: "..."

"That's not necessary."

Wen Liang was standing at the door of the bathroom with a camera, and suddenly heard the sound of water inside...

After reacting, her face turned red and she took a few steps back without leaving a trace.

Fu Zheng came out of the bathroom after washing up, walked directly to the kitchen, took out the cooking pot, poured three fingers of water into it, and was about to put it on the stove.

Suddenly, Wen Liang lowered his head to adjust the parameters without looking at the road, and accidentally bumped into him.

The cooking pot was firmly in Fu Zheng's hand, but the water spilled out.

Spilled on the floor and his shirt.

"Are you okay?" Wen Liang saw that the shirt on his chest was wet, and the muscle lines underneath were faintly revealed.

"It's okay, I'll change clothes later."

Fu Zheng changed a pot of water, turned on the heat, covered the pot, and prepared the rice and set it aside.

"I'm going to change clothes."

"I'm with you." Wen Liang held up the camera, ready to move.

Fu Zheng paused and looked back at her.

The nightgown barely covered her buttocks, exposing her two smooth thighs.

Although they are the only two households on this floor, what if someone passes by the stairs when going out?

Wen Liang glanced down and said, "Wait for me!"

She took out a longer shirt skirt from the closet and wore it casually outside, then took the camera and said, "That's it."

Wen Liang followed him to the bedroom next door.

Seeing him taking out a new shirt from the closet and about to take off his clothes, Wen Liang chose a sunny spot and said, "Stand here and take off your tie first."

Fu Zheng is also willing to play with her.

His slender fingers touched the collar, inch by inch, and slowly pulled open the tie, but his eyes were staring directly at the camera, like hooks, extremely provocative, as if he could look at Wen Liang through the camera.

The sunlight enveloped him, casting beautiful shadows on the wall. The light made his sharp edges and sculpted features even more striking.

Wen Liang's heartbeat quickened, and he clicked a few times quickly, his ears turning slightly red, "That's it, go ahead and unbutton your shirt."

Wen Liang adjusted the focus.

As she said, Fu Zheng pulled off his tie, looked at her with a half-smile, raised his brows, and without saying a word, unbuttoned his chest one by one with slow and elegant movements.

He was seducing her.

The white shirt was unbuttoned little by little.

Wen Liang's breathing became heavier.

The strong chest and well-defined abdominal muscles still had a few drops of transparent water remaining on them, flowing down along the lines, slowly sinking into the suit pants and disappearing.

Wen Liang held his breath and pressed the shutter quickly.

The situation seems to be getting out of hand.

Fu Zheng grabbed the fabric on his chest with both hands, took off his shirt neatly, threw his arms to the ground.

His upper body was naked, and his lower body was in suit pants. Under the traces of the sun, the male's strength and wildness were vividly displayed, without any trace of his usual gentleness and elegance.

Wen Liang swallowed, and suddenly felt a little dry.

Fu Zheng's slender fingers clasped the leather belt and weighed it, looking at her with a half-smile, "Do you want to take off this one too?"

"But...it can be untied..."

Fu Zheng raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure?"

Before Wen Liang could answer, he put his hand on the button of his suit pants.

He twisted his thumb and index finger and the button was unbuttoned.

Next comes the zipper…

The black suit pants hung loosely around his waist.

Wen Liang took a deep breath, looked around, and pointed to a corner, "Sit there."

Fu Zheng sat down cross-legged obediently, with the back of his head against the wall, his chin slightly raised, and his eyes slightly narrowed. In the sunlight, his eyes turned amber, deep and charming.

So handsome! !

Wen Liang leaned down and patted Fu Zheng.

The top two buttons of the shirt dress were unbuttoned. When Wen Liang bent over to take the photo, the neckline of the nightgown drooped, revealing her plump white flesh.

Fu Zheng's eyes darkened.

The soft morning light hit the side of her face, making her skin translucent and flawless.

"Do you still need to take it off?" Fu Zheng slowly pulled out his belt, his voice slightly hoarse.

Wen Liang was stunned, "No, no need."

"I think it works." Fu Zheng smiled.

"what?"

Wen Liang looked into his eyes, and when she realized something was wrong, she couldn't run away.

She didn't even take off any of her clothes, but he succeeded.

After it was over, Wen Liang was breathing heavily and sweating again.

Fu Zheng took Wen Liang back and then remembered that there was still boiling water in the kitchen pot.

He walked over and saw that the water had dried up immediately.

Fu Zheng: "..."

He had to add some more cold water.

When Wen Liang went to the toilet, she noticed a little bloodshot eyes and felt a slight pain in her lower abdomen.

It should be that my period is coming.

After her child was aborted, her menstrual period began to be disordered and irregular, and Wenliang didn't keep track of the days.

Fu Zheng came here just for warmth and coolness.

Now that the misunderstanding between the two has been resolved, the Fu Group still has many matters waiting for Fu Zheng to handle. He bought a ticket for tomorrow and will return to China first.

At noon, the two of them had a meal in a private room of a restaurant outside.

During this period, Fu Zheng went to the bathroom.

"It's you!"

When Ilia saw Fu Zheng, she narrowed her eyes and suddenly recalled the meeting on the plane to Australia a few months ago.

This handsome and stunning face made Ilia never forget it.

So, this time, Ilia recognized Fu Zheng immediately and was so pleasantly surprised that she rushed up to say hello, "Do you still remember me?"