The Beautiful Doll of the Judge
Julia

Now with the new status that Khati will have, he does not have to work hard and live happily.

"Come on, get in my car," Jun asked.

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At a hotel, a pair of humans had just exited a hotel room. The man tidied up his recently dried female hair.

"Thank you, honey" said the woman. He flicked his long hair back.

The man just smiled while tidying up his glasses. I heard the phone ringing. The man reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his cell phone.

"I'm first, honey?" The woman tidied up the bag strap on the shoulder, and stepped away.

"Mmh, sorry, Julia. I can't take you, " said the man who put his phone to his ear.

"Later call me," added the woman who placed her hand near her ear with her middle finger folded. He's moving towards the elevator.

Her appearance is quite sexy with a supportive posture. Tight jeans with a tear above the knee, then a loose shirt shirt that opens on the shoulder that shows the smooth skin. Plus the high heels are quite high, making his appearance like an idol artist.

Julia is indeed a professional model and many famous brands want to use it as a model of its products. But he is selective in choosing which products he will support.

The beautiful woman hummed a little as she entered the empty elevator. The elevator stopped at the parking lot. No need to go far because the car is parked not far from it. He stopped at the door of the car and looked for the key in the bag.

"Eh, sorry, Ma'am."

"Yes?" He had not yet turned his head, a hand with a handkerchief smothering his nose and mouth. It was in vain that he fought back, when he finally fainted by the dope he inhaled. The man immediately restrained the woman's body.

Another man came. "How's it?"

"Big!"

The man looked down. The woman dropped her car keys so easily the man picked them up. Before long, the two men took Julia's car with the woman collapsed in the back seat.

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"Well!" suhut.

I see happy and satisfied faces. Jun again shook tightly Baskoro's hand for marrying Khati. "Thank you, Uncle." He called out 'Uncle' to the middle-aged man for the first time.

Baskoro patted the man's sturdy shoulder proudly. "No. I'm the one who thanked. I'm picking up my niece, right? Take care of him."

Jun nodded.

"Yes, Khati."

"Yes, Uncle." The woman who dressed modestly when married looked happy. He is smiling cheap.

"Try kissing your husband's hand" his uncle asked again.

Embarrassedly, Khati grabbed the husband's hand, and kissed the back of his hand. Jun only saw the courteous treatment his wife showed.

"You guys got along, huh? Don't follow your emotions too often."

"Okay, Uncle," the judge added. "Yes, Uncle. My parents now live in Singapore, so I'll introduce them to you later."

"Oh, yeah. Its alright. Next time I'll meet them."

"Regarding her dowry ...."

"Oh, don't think about it. I know, you'll definitely buy it for your wife. So I just believe it. Just look at your wife now. Only you give 250 thousand from your wallet as his dowry, he's happy enough. What matters is sincerity."

The two glanced towards the woman who blushed in embarrassment noticed by them. For some reason, guilt tucked in Jun's heart when he saw the sincerity of the wife. He also saw his assistant pull over for receiving a phone call. "Oh yeah, how about we go on with dinner?"

When he took his wife and uncle to the table, the assistant called out to him. The man pulled over and spoke together. "What's wrong?"

"Julia has been dealt with" said Todi who was a witness at the closed marriage.

"Whoever flies at any time."

"What about the clinic address?"

"Let me send, sir."

"Ok, please drive the president home."

"Ah, fine, sir."

Jun and Khati accompanied Baskoro to dinner while chatting until the middle-aged man came home. The man is driven by Jun's car to his hotel.

"Mmh, so your uncle's coming home tomorrow?" ask the judge to make sure.

"Yes, the morningest plane."

"Mk."

Both of them stepped up to the stairs.

"There's something I want to talk about. Maybe you should pray Isya first just to my room."

The woman glanced at the man who had just become her husband. What ... does he want me? Ah, you're greedy, Khati! Not likely. It's been nice that he helped you, now you still want to sleep with him.

But ...he's my husband. It's only natural that I want more? His heart sounds contradict each other.

The two parted at Jun's doorstep. The room is next to him.

"Don't you take it long?" jun's message that made the woman's heart troubled. Does that guy want it?

Before long, someone knocked on Jun's room. "Lake in!"

Khati walked in and saw the man sitting in a chair by the window.

"You're sitting anywhere."

The woman then chose to sit in the nearest place, Jun's bed. "What do you want to talk about?" ask him directly at his goal. He called 'Father' because he did not know where to take this marriage.

"I have a request. I want you to have plastic surgery." The man stood up.

"Plastic surgery? Wh-wh-what for? Why can't you with this face? I'm pretty comfortable with my face right now." He touched his face with both hands.

"It's to protect you, but this operation isn't just any face." The man came to Khati with a photo placed on the bed. "I want you to turn your face into her."

The woman took the photo with a frown. "Julia? He's a famous model. Why should I be him? 'And the guy's still alive? What if we meet each other later? Is he not angry?"

Mmh ... smart is also his brain. "Don't worry. I've secured it."

"What's? What do you mean by securing it? You didn't kidnap her, did you?"

Jun sighed. Head's dizzy. Why would I get a wife like this? It was also difficult to hide the true facts from him. He can guess everything right. Or am I being too stupid? "You'd better follow my request."

"No ah, I don't want to." I nodded and looked to the side.

Jun was getting upset. So far no one has dared to refute it, but the wife is able to do it. "Ck, I'm your husband, you must obey my request!"

The woman looked at the husband's face, deep. Why is this man talking about his position as a husband? Then what does it mean to marry me for? "Why are you talking about obligation now? Didn't we make an agreement from the beginning that you married me for saving me?"

This woman ... how to control it yes .... The man clenched both hands in anxiety. But then he took a slow breath and tried another way by persuading him. He spoke slowly while trying to smile. "Therefore I'm asking you for plastic surgery. It's safer for you right now" he said, trying to be patient.

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