A Day of Love: The President's Prey

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Crawling his head irritably, he threw the phone back into his pocket, ready to stop the car and take him directly to the hospital.

"Master Sikong..."

The thin female voice with a hint of neglected complaint came to his ears again, and Sikong Jingqiu finally raised his head and looked towards the source of the voice. [

Standing in front of him was a woman.

A woman with so much makeup that it is almost impossible to tell what her original skin looks like.

Sikong Jingqiu froze for a few seconds, then frowned slightly and asked, "Who are you?"

The expression on her face froze, and Zeng Jiawen glanced at Sikong Jingqiu resentfully, not caring at all that Sikong Jingqiu was dripping wet at the moment, hooked his arm gracefully, and leaned forward as if no one else was there, Whisper softly in his ear, "Master Sikong, you are so annoying, just now... you were doing this and that to others in...in the blink of an eye..."

Zeng Jiawen didn't continue talking, because she could tell from Sikong Jingqiu's expression that he had already recognized her.Master Sikong will definitely push that ugly ghost-like woman away, and then choose her. Master Sikong just said to let him come out to find him.

Casting a provocative glance at the woman in Sikong Jingqiu's arms, whose face was as pale as snow, Zeng Jiawen proudly raised her chin, waiting to see the woman who occupied the position that should belong to her make a fool of herself.

However, what she didn't expect was that Sikong Jingqiu not only didn't push away the woman in his arms, but worried that the woman would be cold, so he hugged her even tighter.

Zeng Jiawen stared at the hands around the woman's waist, her eyes almost burst into flames.

Sikong Jingqiu glanced at Zeng Jiawen indifferently, that look was like looking at a stranger, not someone who had been in close contact with in the bathroom just now, "Did you bring your mobile phone?"

Without further ado, Zeng Jiawen took out her mobile phone from her bag, handed it over respectfully, and handed him a handkerchief to wipe his hands by the way.

Sikong Jingqiu glanced at her, skipped the handkerchief, took the phone directly, quickly pressed a few keys, and put it to his ear.

The phone was connected quickly, and a slightly sleepy voice came from the other end, "Hello?"

"Donghai, are you free now?"

"Eh? On lunch break, no shift in the afternoon, what's the matter?"

"Come over to my house right now."

"Is anyone sick?"