The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 331 What Mo Zhiqian means is older than me

Zeng Li didn't know what was wrong with him, whether he was still in motion sickness or because of rejection.

Even though his stomach was empty, he was still gagging.

Mo Zhiqian stood behind him with a handsome face, seeing that she was still holding on to the toilet and retching, he turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

After Zeng Li had almost vomited, when he returned to the living room, Mo Zhiqian was standing on the balcony not knowing what he was doing.The range hood inside was whistling.

Holding on to the armrest of the sofa, Zeng Li sat down, his body was so weak that he leaned against the sofa and closed his eyes.

After resting for a few minutes, Mo Zhiqian came to the front, Duang said something was on the coffee table, and said in a cold voice, "Eat this!"

Zeng Li opened his eyes, stared blankly at the condescending man in front of him, and then looked at the coffee table belatedly.

A serving of pasta presented in front of us, attractive in color, looks like it should be tasty.

"You did it?"

Zeng Li said, nah, more doubts.

"Nonsense." After the words fell, Mo Zhiqian turned around and walked to the other side of the sofa, sat on it with his trousers up, picked up a pack of cigarettes on the coffee table, took out one and put it in front of his lips, lit it and leaned against it On the sofa, Jun Mian's expression remained unchanged.

Zeng Li...

He looked at the gloomy-looking man, then looked at the spaghetti in front of him, and licked his lips. His stomach was so empty, he hesitated to pick up the fork, and put some into his mouth.

The delicious taste filled the taste buds, and the taste was smooth, just the right feeling, which was very suitable for her appetite.

After taking a sip, Zeng Li lowered his head. Although his stomach was empty, he ate gracefully. Ten minutes later, a plate of spaghetti was completely filled in his stomach.

While Zeng Li was eating noodles, Mo Zhiqian kept looking at her with his forehead propped up, his eyes were dark and he couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Taking the napkin and wiping the corners of his lips, turning to Mo Zhiqian, Zeng Li said politely, "Thank you."

Mo Zhiqian closed his eyes, and ordered coldly, "Take the plate to the kitchen."

"Oh,"

Zeng Li got up, took an empty plate and walked to the balcony.

After a few steps, the man behind him spoke again.

"Bring me some milk that's warm in the microwave."

Zeng Li...

He didn't stop walking, but secretly wrinkled his nose. This man is really used to ordering people around.

But after eating his bowl of noodles, he asked her to help heat the milk.

Well, for the sake of how delicious this pasta is, I will help him get it once.

When returning from the kitchen, Zeng Li put a cup of warm milk in front of Mo Zhiqian, "Your milk."

With one arm in front and the other stroking his chin, Mo Zhiqian's legs gracefully overlapped.

"Drinked."

"What?" Just as he put down the glass of milk, before he could get up, Zeng Li leaned over Mo Zhiqian.

Because of the haste when he came out, inside the open coat was a loose home knit sweater with a basin-shaped neckline. When he bent over, all the good things inside were presented in front of the man.

Mo Zhiqian...

The dark eyes tightened, and the emotions inside deepened, but he still said, "Drink the milk."

Zeng Li...

How come there is a feeling of being watched by elders to eat food.

Just a little thirsty, he grabbed the milk glass and raised his face, drank the glass of milk, and put the empty glass in front of Mo Zhiqian.

"It's okay this time!" The unhappy tone contained obvious sorrow.

Just as he was about to turn around and sit down on the sofa, the man who was sitting leisurely spoke again.

"Go brush your teeth."

Zeng Li...

"Mo Zhiqian, I'm not your daughter! I'm older than you!"

The man who was originally looking up, his dark eyes fell on Zeng Li's chest, and said pointedly, "Well, he is older than me."

(End of this chapter)