The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 138 I'm Not Familiar, But I Press Her Under Every Night (2000+)

Mo Zhiqian's brain was running fast, his handsome eyebrows were slightly frowned, and a name blurted out.

"Zeng Li?"

Xiao Man was startled, and nodded hurriedly after realizing the reaction, "That's right, it's Zeng Li."

I think Zeng Li should be Carry's Chinese name.

Besides, whether he is or not, let's hook up with this superb man first.

"Sir, can you give me a ride?" Under Mo Zhiqian's probing eyes, Xiaoman asked with a smile.

"Where are you going?" Mo Zhiqian raised his handsome eyebrows, restraining the emotions in his heart very well.

Xiaoman was overjoyed, there is a door!

"Hyatt Hotel!" Worried that Mo Zhiqian's words would not be on the way, Xiaoman added another sentence.

"I live there with Zeng Li."

"Well, let's get in the car." With a light tone and a light expression, Mo Zhiqian's handsome face didn't change in any way because Xiaoman said "Zeng Li".

"Thank you, sir." As he said, Xiaoman grabbed the handrail of the car and was about to squeeze in, but was rejected by Mo Zhiqian.

"Sit in front."

"what?"

Xiao Man was taken aback. Under normal circumstances, if a man doesn't refuse, doesn't it mean that he is...interested in this woman?

but……

In the puzzled eyes, Mo Zhiqian had already turned his head and looked ahead, his perfect handsome face was expressionless.

After hesitating for a while, Xiaoman walked towards the co-driver with his head down, resisted unwillingness to open the door and sat in.

"Sir, where do we go first?" As soon as the door was closed, the driver in front asked for advice.

"Back to the hotel."

Three short words, no emotion.

"Yes," the mobile phone nodded, pulled on the handbrake, and the black luxury car drove out slowly.

Holding the backrest with both hands, Xiaoman turned around in surprise, "You also live in Hyatt?"

"En." A single syllable overflowed from his nostrils, and to Xiaoman, Mo Zhiqian seemed unwilling to say one more word.

However, this didn't seem to affect Xiaoman's mood.

Still clasping the backrest with both hands, he half-twisted his body to watch Mo Zhiqian strike up a conversation.

"Sir, what's your last name?"

……

Mo Zhiqian turned to look at him, his expressionless handsome face could be described as facial paralysis.

Wow, so handsome!
Xiaoman secretly had a nympho, his little heart beating wildly.

Abstinence belongs to men and women are not immune.

Mo Zhiqian's gaze turned to the front again, apparently not wanting to answer Xiaoman.

But Xiaoman still didn't give up.

Perhaps, men, like women, do not want to disclose such private issues as age and life.

Therefore, Xiaoman adopted a roundabout policy and led the topic to Zeng Li.

"Sir, are you familiar with Carry?"

Looking at the neon-lit street in front of him, Mo Zhiqian's expression was a little dazed.

Are you familiar with Zeng Li?
Before I got married, I only met twice, and I didn't even communicate with each other.

later……

I'm not familiar with her, but I put her under my body every night...

"Sir?" Seeing that Mo Zhiqian didn't respond, Xiaoman called out.

Mo Zhiqian came back to his senses, and faintly uttered two words from his thinned lips.

"Fortunately."

"Fortunately, what do you mean?" Before joining Jiangmen, Xiaoman had been wandering outside and didn't have much experience, so he asked directly if he had any doubts in his mind.

Seeing the obvious displeasure on Mo Zhiqian's face, he hurriedly said with a smile. "That's not what I heard from carry."

Intuitively, Xiaoman feels that the relationship between this top quality man and carry is unusual.

Because, this man let her get in the car because she mentioned carry, but now, he seems unwilling to mention it, this...is a bit intriguing.

"What did she say?"

Mo Zhiqian Hei Yao's eyes lightly glanced over. In the dimly lit carriage, those eyes were as deep as a pool, and seemed to carry some kind of magical power, which made people fall involuntarily and unable to extricate themselves just by looking at them.

Suppressing the frenzied throbbing in his heart, under the gaze of Mo Zhiqian's deep eyes, Xiaoman licked his lips and said with a smile.

"Carry mentioned it unintentionally once, and I have a very deep friendship with you."

After working in Jiangmen for so long, Xiaoman has also learned how to speak so as not to leak water.

"Really?" It was another faint word, Mo Zhiqian had already withdrawn his gaze, and looked forward again.

With a dazed expression, slightly sad, her thin lips were tightly pursed.

Xiaoman cupped his cheeks.

What to do, she suddenly wanted to pounce on this man to comfort him.

"Sir, we're here." The black luxury car stopped in front of the Hyatt Hotel.

Mo Zhiqian came back to his senses, pushed the door and walked down, as if Xiaoman in front of him didn't exist.

"Sir, which floor do you live on?" Jumping out of the car, Xiaoman trotted up to catch up. At [-], she followed beside Mo Zhiqian, looking petite and exquisite.

After glancing at her lightly, Mo Zhiqian rarely opened his mouth.

"Top floor."

The top floor of the Hyatt Hotel is the VIP floor, which means...

Seeing Xiaoman's eyes full of excitement, Mo Zhiqian asked calmly.

"Why, miss lives on the top floor too?" It's not that he judges people by their appearance too much, it's just that Xiaoman's clothes are too ordinary.

Although it is a popular style at the moment, none of it is a famous brand, at least Mo Zhiqian didn't notice it.

Although I only met Zeng Li once, the wrap skirt she wore that night was a limited edition of Givenchy.

At this moment, he was even thinking to himself, how could Zeng Li be friends with this kind of woman?
Xiaoman smiled embarrassingly, scratched the big brown wave with ponytail in embarrassment, and said in embarrassment.

"How can a poor person like me afford a VIP room?"

At this time, Xiaoman was more thoughtful and did not tell Mo Zhiqian that Zeng Li also lived on the VIP floor.

"yes."

The faint word was more like perfunctory, Mo Zhiqian raised his long legs and strode into the door of the hotel.

Watching the man's tall and tall figure go directly to the VIP exclusive elevator through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, Xiao Man secretly made up his mind that one day, she would be like Carry, wearing a famous brand, living in the presidential suite, and being picked up by subordinates like her.

Leaning on the reclining chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the dimly lit night on the street, drinking the last bit of red wine, lowering his eyes, looking at the right hand that is clinging to the empty wine glass, at this time, trembling uncontrollably.

Gently tugging the corner of his lips, and putting down the empty wine glass, Zeng Li got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower, ready to rest.

Her profession makes a lot of money, but it is also dangerous.

Every time I receive an order, I have to change my identity.

And you can't just wander around casually like ordinary people, because maybe you will run into the "golden master" one time, if you are caught, I believe it will be Sister Hua, and you will be too far away.

But even knowing the danger, she has no choice, because, apart from this job, she doesn't know what else she can do.

Danger is always in proportion to benefit, this is what Sister Hua keeps saying.

What's more, she planned that after earning enough money for retirement, she would hide her name and find a comfortable place to spend the rest of her life.

While walking towards the bathroom, Zeng Li untied the belt of his silk nightgown, and when he reached the bathroom door, the silk nightgown had already slipped down his shoulders and fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)