The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 1194 Bet once with Hai Laner

Walking out of the ward, the smile on Zhao Xiaosong's face disappeared, replaced by a touch of coldness.

He couldn't guarantee whether Chu Silu would let him go in the end, but he knew that if he was prosecuted by the police for drug possession, he would be in prison for the rest of his life.

He is still young, less than 30 years old, which is the golden age of a man, so he wants to gamble once. For the rest of his life, Hai Laner can only be his bet.

After walking out of the hospital, Zhao Xiaosong called a photographer from the company, borrowed an equipment from him, and drove him to Hai's villa.

After get off work, it was also time for dinner. Huang Minzhu was busy at the dining table, and looked up in surprise when she saw Zhao Xiaosong coming in.

"Xiao Song? Why are you here? Where is Lan'er, who will take care of her?"

Zhao Xiaosong walked over with a smile, "Mr. Hai said that I don't need to accompany him."

"What about dinner? I just wanted to deliver it to you." Huang Minzhu held a food box in his hand, and already put two in the bag.

"No need, Mr. Hai has already eaten."

Zhao Xiaosong pulled up a chair, put the camera in his hand on the dining table and sat down politely. Hegson was not in the living room. He didn't know whether he was pushed out for a walk by the nanny or locked in the room.

"Oh, did you eat then?"

Huang Minzhu took out the food box that was put in the bag. Zhao Xiaosong looked at the dishes on the table and picked up a pair of chopsticks to grab the food. "No, I just happened to be hungry."

"Oh, eat it quickly, while it's hot, it tastes good."

Huang Minzhu also sat down, turned her head to the kitchen and ordered, "Sister-in-law Xu, add another pair of bowls and chopsticks!"

Mrs. Xu came out with a pair of bowls and chopsticks. Huang Minzhu and Zhao Xiaosong sat opposite each other and had dinner together. Like a family, Huang Minzhu helped Zhao Xiaosong add dishes from time to time, and kept saying, "If you know you are coming, let the kitchen do it." Some nourishing soup."

Zhao Xiaosong raised his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up obliquely, "It's okay, I can make you orgasm without drinking the nourishing soup."

"What are you talking about?" Huang Minzhu pretended to be unhappy, and looked at Zhao Xiaosong with affectionate eyes.

"What? Did I say something wrong?" Zhao Xiaosong held the rice bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, leaned over the dining table, deliberately lowered his voice, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of evil.

"Do you know how loudly you screamed when you were lying under me, you should really take a machine to record it for you to see for yourself."

"If you talk nonsense again, I won't eat it for you." Huang Minzhu shyly and angrily stuffed a piece of meat dish into Zhao Xiaosong's mouth. The latter raised his eyebrows while chewing, "Are you willing?"

"I hate it!" Huang Minzhu wrinkled her nose feigning displeasure. The old woman was so cute that she felt disgusted no matter how she looked at it.

Huang Minzhu didn't pay attention to the machine that Zhao Xiaosong put on the dining table until after dinner.

"what is this?"

Zhao Xiaosong glanced over and pretended to be mysterious and said, "This is a good thing."

"Good stuff?" Huang Minzhu looked left and right curiously, "Isn't this a camera!"

"Congratulations, you got it."

Zhao Xiaosong leaned back on the chair, knocking on the table unconsciously with one hand.

Huang Minzhu looked up at him, "What are you doing with this?"

"Didn't I just say that?" Zhao Xiaosong blinked ambiguously, "Record your profligate appearance."

"you!"

Huang Minzhu bit her lip pretending to be unhappy, but she was actually looking forward to it. I heard that young people nowadays like to record the details of their love, and then watch it together, how romantic it is.

"What? Don't you like it? It's popular now, and I heard it can add to the fun," Zhao Xiaosong leaned forward, his tone deliberately low and ambiguous.

(End of this chapter)