Rebirth of the strongest scholar goddess

Chapter 97
Wen Mo was originally a very principled person, cold and aloof in his bones.

Kneeling to pick flowers for a high school kid, she has compromised to the extreme.

She also disobeyed him, which was too embarrassing.

It turned out that she was still wrong at noon.

"Help me thank you sir."

She took the bouquet of red roses, her face full of disappointment: "Didn't they say that people in England and France are very romantic? Why are they so rustic?"

Sending red roses these days is really a bit silly, especially since they are not lovers, but brothers and sisters.

Mike also knew that the boss was really a bit rustic. Who would give red roses these days? It's not chasing girls. It must be lilies or tulips for his sister.

"It must be to save money. Look at his broken car. That bastard Yingmuchuan's bodyguard drives a more expensive car than him."

Ye Xingrui talked to herself.

Mike sighed: "The boss is under a lot of pressure, miss, you are too young to understand."

The whole company was staring at it, eager to find out what was wrong. The boss would not dare to drive a luxury car, but wished to ride a bicycle to work.

From these words, Ye Xingrui seemed to hear a little bit of Wen Mo's hard work, and the last anger in her heart dissipated, and she turned to sympathize.

He can't help himself, forget it, there's no point in getting angry with him.

"that……"

**
The River Thames stretches quietly in London, England.

Wen Mo was lying on a bench in the coffee shop basking in the British style, with a notebook beside him, talking endlessly on the video conference.

He is a little tired of this kind of life, however, as long as he thinks that he can achieve that ultimate goal.

It seems that everything is worth it.

He is very tired, but he can still sustain it, as long as...

Muse Cafe is the most upscale coffee shop in London, with pavilions, pavilions, gardens, swimming pools and even promenades. The people who come here for entertainment are rich or expensive.

However, it is another kind of top dignitary to reserve the entire garden alone.

Some women can't hold back anymore and are just about to move.

With a gentle breeze, a silk scarf blew over, Wen Mo reached out and grabbed it.

A blond, blue-eyed, long-legged, half-race girl wearing only a bikini came and spoke fluent Chinese: "Thank you."

Gentleman Wen Mo handed it to her: "You're welcome."

The woman was obviously not satisfied with these two words, and reacted politely and alienated from him.

"Won't you buy me a drink? I can show you a deeper London."

The "deep" has a deep meaning, like a whisper in joy/love.

Wen Mo shook his head, "Thank you, I'm busy."

The woman leaned over her chest, put her hands between her head, and blew: "Really?"

The corners of Wen Mo's cold lips curled up slowly, and the curly-haired leopard-print girl approached step by step, like a queen patrolling her territory, and when she was the closest, she kicked the mixed-race girl's ass.

"Fox spirit, dare to seduce my husband!"

The mixed-race girl was kicked and staggered, and she was about to lie on Wen Mo's body, but Wen Mo quickly dodged to avoid the beauty.

The woman leaned directly on the chair.

"you--!"

She quickly got up and glared at the little elf who appeared out of nowhere.

"You are too much, how can you do it!"

Ye Xingrui tilted her head arrogantly: "It's up to you to seduce my husband!"

The woman denied it flatly: "I just came to pick up a silk scarf."

"Did you pick up the silk scarf with your chest?" Ye Xingrui sneered.

For some reason, Wen Mo let out a "puchi" laugh, which made the mixed-race girl blush, but she didn't expect this man to make fun of her.

"Hmph! People from country C have no quality!"

(End of this chapter)