The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 162 Soon
"Really?" Zeng Li straightened his movements, looked at Mo Zhiqian with charming eyes, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

"Well, soon," Mo Zhiqian closed his eyes, but he didn't notice the deep meaning in Zeng Li's eyes, and then he exclaimed "Ah...", it turned out that it was Zeng Li who fell there. The hand at the office, grasp it tightly.

Bad man, actually lied to her, since it was broken, how could it still be hard.

Standing up, he patted the non-existent dust on his hands, and Zeng Li looked at the sad-faced man on the floor with a half-smile.

"Where's the laundry room?"

Mo Zhiqian was still in the mood of looking at all the mountains and small things, covering a certain place with his hands, and said unhappily, "It's still the same room as before."

Zeng Li thought for a while, then turned and walked out of the room.

In the hall on the first floor, Zeng Li walked towards the stairs with a deliberately light footstep.

I don't know if the aunt at home didn't get up or Mo Zhiqian ordered in advance, but there was no one in the hall.

Taking a long breath, Zeng Li walked towards the laundry room with normal steps.

Turn on the drum washing machine, the clothes inside have been dried, take it out, shake it out and have a look, fortunately, there are not too many wrinkles, it should not cause others to think about it when you wear it out.

Putting his underwear on his arms, Zeng Li returned to Mo Zhiqian's room again, walked into the bathroom, and came out in a neat suit after a while.

Mo Zhiqian was sitting on the sofa, with one long leg crossed over the other, the hem of the silk nightgown was wide open, revealing his white and slender legs, and his hands were casually placed in front of him.

Seeing Zeng Li come out, he didn't speak, Hei Yao's eyes followed her figure all the time, his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly.

Walking in front of Mo Zhiqian, Zeng Li grabbed the satchel lying on the sofa, slightly bent his lips, and said, "Thank you for taking care of me last night."

After finishing speaking, he was about to turn around when Mo Zhiqian's voice sounded from behind.

"Does n often get drunk like this?" Afraid that Zeng Li would not understand, he added, "At the bar."

Zeng Li turned around, raised his eyebrows, "I'm never drunk!"

How many times, she wished that she could get drunk, and then she could have a solid sleep, but how many times, she clings to the goblet, facing the night outside the window, until dawn...

Zeng Li turned around gracefully, and walked out of the room without hesitation.

"Vicious woman."

Facing the empty door, Mo Zhiqian gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice. He put his hand in front of him and rubbed it unconsciously. There was still a faint pain there, and he needed comfort.

Back at the hotel, Zeng Li took off his clothes and called the hotel service to take them to the laundry room.

It's not that she is hypocritical, she is a little obsessive-compulsive, and she can't wear unironed clothes. She thinks that she has finished her work in T City, and it's time to leave.

He just took a shower, and the big brown waves were still dripping. He took the unfinished bottle of red wine from the wine rack, walked to the small round table in front of the French window, sat down, and poured himself a glass of red wine, while Slowly sipping while looking out the window in boredom at the passing traffic.

It was not what she wanted to have an intersection with Mo Zhiqian again.

But since the matter had already happened, she didn't want to think about it anymore, and she was about to leave anyway, believing that this should be the last contact.

After taking a sip of the red wine and putting the goblet on the small round table, Zeng Li got up to get his phone.

If there is a friend she misses in T City, it is Lei Yixiang who has returned to China and settled down.

Unlocked it, found out a series of numbers, and dialed it, Zeng Li put the phone close to his ear.

Tilting her head slightly, she was wearing a light pink embroidered nightgown, like a star endorsed on the screen, she didn't need any rouge, as long as she stood there, her noble temperament was very eye-catching.

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　The [-]-word update is complete, babies, wash up and sleep after poking, Fei Xiang is tired like a dog, don't worry, I'm going to rest

　　
　
(End of this chapter)