President's Regret: My Ex-Wife Can't Escape

Chapter 13 You Dream!

Heather was frightened by this scene, but he pushed her away.

"Carey! You let go of him and stop fighting. You're going to kill him! "

"Carey, stop it, stop it!”

When Carey's name was heard, the beaten Mr. Zhao didn't dare to shout anymore. He just held his head and cried, "Oh, Mr. Sheng, don't beat me. I beg you to stop fighting. I was wrong.”

"Please don't. I'll never dare to do this again. I was asked to do it, not me. Mr. Sheng, please forgive me! I didn't want to touch her, really. Ouch. "

Carey seemed to have heard nothing. His fists were still powerful and full of rhythm. All the women around were scared when they saw this scene. They ran faster to escape. There were only three of them in the room.

Heather looked at the scene painfully, her tears could not be controlled to drop.

"Enough, Carey! We're divorced. It has nothing to do with you. It's none of your business! Stop it!”

Wasn't it all his fault that she has fallen into such a situation? Now, what was he doing in front of her?

Carey suddenly stopped, and he stood up without any expression, his cold eyes were with a trace of contempt. He narrowed his eyes, clasped Heather's chin and said coldly, "don't be dreaming. You're just the woman I've used. I'm tired of you. "

Heather's face turned pale. She held her fists tightly and stared at Carey with a trace of stubbornness and anger. However, she said strongly, "in that case, what are you doing here?"

Carey frowned. He just drank too much and wanted to find someone to vent. It happened only because that he didn't like the man on the floor. Carey didn't answer Heather. Instead, he went to the sofa and pulled out a wire.

This was…

Monitor!

Seeing this, Heather turned pale. This man was right. All this was premeditated. Mr. Zhao was willing to see them, not for cooperation, just to humiliate her!

Carey chuckled and threw the monitor directly on the head of Mr. Zhao. He sat on the sofa and said arrogantly, "come here and drink with me."

"You dream!"

"What? Don't you enjoy drinking with this guy? "

Carey's face immediately became gloomy. He took Heather's hand and took her into his arms, forcing her petite body under his confinement. He pinched her bright and attractive red lips, and asked in a hoarse voice: "where did he touch you?"

"It's none of your business… oh ~ "

Heather stared at him, and the hot and punishing kiss came. She couldn't help but squint with a trace of infatuation. Carey, you bastard!

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open. Realizing something wrong, Jacob Shen, who came back in a hurry, felt very sad when he saw this. Then he pushed Carey away and roared, "Carey, what are you doing?"

"Didn't you see that? It's just a lesson for the underdog. "

Carey sneered and spilled a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. He stared at Heather deeply, and stretch out his slender index finger, and rubbed gently on his lips. He didn't know it before. This woman had sharp teeth and a tough mouth.