The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 361 Borrowing Mr. Fu's Place to Cook Some Breakfast for Auntie
"Ah... um... Mo Zhiqian, don't, ah... you should stop..."

Zeng Li kept twisting his body, trying to break free from Mo Zhiqian's shackles, but how could he break free easily when he was suppressed by a strong and tall man.

If you could still laugh at the beginning, then now, you will be crying.

She was the most ticklish.

But the man who played tricks still didn't show any intention of stopping, those few fingers kept "playing" on her body like a pianist.

The teasing eyebrows and eyes are still muttering words, no, I must make you feel happy...

"Mo Zhiqian, I surrender, I was wrong, I shouldn't be kidding you..."

Zeng Li raised his hands, and the nightgown he was wrapped in had already been pulled away, and big brown waves were spread messily on the bed, his face flushed red, feeling very blurred.

Stopping what he was doing, Mo Zhiqian's eyes tightened, and he bit Zeng Li's lips hard as a sign of punishment.

"See if you still dare to play tricks in the future!"

"I dare not, I really dare not."

Zeng Li is very knowledgeable about current affairs, his body is still suppressed by Mo Zhiqian, he is in a straddle position, his legs are kneeling on both sides, and at the same time, his own is also tightly clamped by him, it is difficult to move.

snort!With a cold snort, Mo Zhiqian slowly got up and walked to Zeng Li's side, and then embraced her with his long arms.

"go to bed!"

The two words carried a domineering order, Zeng Li actually closed his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up.

……

Fu Wendi was awakened by the scent that got into his breath, the light smell of oily smoke was the smell of cooking at home.

White and slender fingers landed on the temples, rubbing her swollen temples, closing her eyes, the scene of last night was rolling in her mind like a revolving lantern.

Mo Zhiqian's secretary made it clear that he just wanted to get drunk and didn't talk about work. It was just a goal, drink!
If he refused, he might be forced to drink alcohol.

The scent that got into his nostrils was even stronger. Thinking of the simple breakfast Zeng Li made that morning, Fu Wendi felt hungry.

Lifting off the quilt, got up, walked out of the bedroom, and saw the man in the kitchen who was concentrating on preparing breakfast, Fu Wendi was stunned.

The early morning sun cast a ray of light through the balcony window, covering the entire kitchen. A tall and slender man was standing in front of the stove, holding the handle of the frying pan in one hand and a spatula in the other, stirring something.

In the haze of light, the figure of the man was plated with gold, hazy and tall, very eye-catching.

Fu Wendi admitted that in terms of appearance, he is not Mo Zhiqian's opponent. First of all, in terms of altitude, he has suffered a lot.

His height of [-] may not be considered short among men, but when standing in front of a man of [-], he is much inferior.

With her phoenix eyes narrowed and the corners of her lips curled up, Fu Wendi walked slowly towards the kitchen.

Mo Zhiqian was still concentrating on preparing breakfast, when he heard footsteps, he thought it was Zeng Li, raised his lips and turned his eyes to look over.

When he saw Fu Wendi, he didn't seem surprised, instead he nodded his head as a greeting.

"Why are you here?" Fu Wendi's face was gloomy, for this unexpected guest who didn't know when came to her apartment.

Mo Zhiqian smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, I borrowed your place to make some breakfast for my sister-in-law, sorry for the inconvenience!"

He clearly said he was sorry, but Mo Zhiqian's face showed no apology, and even provocation.

Originally, he wanted to talk about preparing breakfast for his woman, but Mo Zhiqian knew what Fu Wendi was taboo about, so he intentionally clung to the "aunt-in-law" relationship in order to scare him off.

Sure enough, after Mo Zhiqian's voice fell, Fu Wendi's handsome face instantly darkened.

(End of this chapter)