The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 351
Zeng Li first comforted Fu Wendi a few words, then got up to get each other's coats.

When helping Fu Wendi put it on her body, in Mo Zhiqian's eyes, it was a gentle and considerate move, and even a frown on her forehead.

Are you feeling sorry for this little boy?Or angry at his secretary for getting him drunk?
Ignoring Mo Zhiqian's handsome face and cold eyes, he put Fu Wendi's arm around his neck on his shoulder, and helped him walk to the door of the private room.

Mo Zhiqian's eyes moved with the woman whose complexion was obviously pale, until Zeng Li's figure disappeared from sight.

Only then did he turn back, his cold handsome face glanced at the secretary who was still in his arms.

Zhang Tutu was quite drunk, he was already drowsy against his chest, his cold eyes didn't show much emotion, he held her to the hanger and took the windbreaker together, then turned and walked out the door.

The elevator going down was at the innermost end of the corridor, and when passing the bathroom, the door opened just in time to see the virtuous and considerate woman in front of the sink, helping Wendi Fu to wash her face.

With one arm around Fu Wendi's waist, the other picked up cold water and gently splashed it on his forehead.

He stopped instinctively, and when he spoke, a cold sneer escaped from that straight nose.

"Assistant Zeng is really considerate and careful," said a sneer, very bluntly, even the corners of his lips curved like a knife.

"Your president is very popular, and even Assistant Zeng took care of the old lady's affairs. I really admire Mo."

Suddenly a cold look came over, Zeng Li's complexion was no better than Mo Zhiqian's.

He glanced lightly at the secretary who hung on Mo Zhiqian's body, and the arc of his plump lips was also icy cold.

"President Mo, let's take care of the one in your arms first. Only a creature with a big chest and no brains can do it."

The naked sarcasm, the unabashed language, retracted his gaze, and when it fell on Fu Wendi's face, Zeng Li's tone was soft again.

"Wendy, are you feeling better?"

"Hmm... still uncomfortable..." Fu Wendi put one hand on the sink, frowned her handsome eyebrows, and the word Sichuan in the middle was very obvious.

"If you don't spit it out, it will be better if you spit it out."

"Hmm..." Zeng Li helped Fu Wendi to walk towards the cubicle with the man's logo on the sect, the sound of vomiting, mixed with the comforting words of the woman, was so ear-piercing when it penetrated into the eardrum .

Mo Zhiqian Hei Yao's eyes tightened again, some emotion flashed, and Zhang Tutu who was hanging on his body muttered to himself, "President Mo...want to sleep..."

Lowering his gaze, he couldn't ignore the two groups that were squeezing in front of him, his eyes tightened, and Mo Zhiqian spoke with unprecedented tenderness.

"Be good! Go back to sleep now, and persevere, you have performed so well today, you must give a proper reward..."

In the cubicle, Zeng Li unconsciously tightened the hand on Fu Wendi's waist.

A delicate face, even more cold than ever before, even when breathing, the chest under the floral fabric would rise and fall.

"Stallion!"

The sound of gnashing of teeth pierced into Mo Zhiqian's eardrums through the open door in the cubicle.

Cursing his lips, he smiled coldly, and Mo Zhiqian replied, "Each, each other."

After speaking, wrapped in Zhang Tutu, he strode away.

When Zeng Li helped Fu Wendi out, there was no sign of that man in the corridor.

The sarcasm on the corner of his lips was more like self-deprecating, "Men are all creatures that think from the lower body!"

(End of this chapter)