The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 199 Mo Zhiqian's Uneasiness
Zeng Li got up, walked back to the bench and sat down, glared at Jon before lighting a cigarette, and complained, "Don't tell me sooner."

Maybe what Mo Zhiqian would think if he heard that she didn't allow Jon to sleep on the bed.

"I thought you wouldn't care." When he said this, Jon's blue eyes were tightly locked on Zeng Li, and the emotions inside were deeply understandable.

Zeng Li's action of lighting a cigarette paused again, the lighter had already caught fire, and she looked at Jon with her slightly parted lips in doubt.

Suddenly he let out an exclamation and threw the lighter in his hand, and the metal lighter fell on the floor, making quite a noise.

Next door, Mo Zhiqian froze when he was about to go to bed, and because of Zeng Li's exclamation, he unconsciously tightened his hand holding the quilt, his handsome face was serious, and his ears were pricked up vigilantly, as if he was listening to something.

"Zhiqian, what's the matter?" Zeng Huiyun asked suspiciously, raised his face, and looked at Mo Zhiqian with his scissored eyes.

"It's okay." Mo Zhiqian bent over lightly, lifted the quilt, and lay down on the bed.

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Jon squatted down, picked up the lighter, and sighed helplessly when he got up, "Carry, why are you acting like a child, you can't do this well."

Although Jon said so, he still stretched out his hand, pressed the lighter with his slender white fingers, and stopped in front of Zeng Li.

Zeng Li was absent-minded for a moment, and that night, Mo Zhiqian also lit a cigarette for her.

"Carry? It's going to burn my hands."

Jon reminded aloud that metal lighters will burn your hands after burning for a long time.

"Thank you," Zeng Li leaned closer and said these two words politely.

Jon snapped the lid on the lighter, smiled and said nothing, but seemed in a good mood.

Put the metal lighter on the small round table, turn around and walk to the bathroom.

Looking at Jon's funny back, Zeng Li took a breath of the cigarette, and when he exhaled it, the rising smoke obscured his vision, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression seemed blurred.

Next door, Mo Zhiqian heard no other sound after Zeng Li's exclamation.

Lying on the bed, I always feel uneasy, especially thinking that his man will share the bed with other men.

Lifted the quilt and sat up.

"Zhiqian, what's the matter?" Zeng Huiyun looked at him suspiciously.

"Are you hungry? Shall I get you some supper?" Mo Zhiqian asked with concern.

Zeng Huiyun shook her head, "Not hungry."

"Are you thirsty? I'll get you a glass of water."

"I'm not thirsty," Zeng Huiyun shook her head again, pointing to the cabinet in front of the bed, "I have limited mobility, and my family has installed a bell in the room. If you need anything, just press it, and the aunt at home will appear immediately."

So even if you are hungry or thirsty, you don't need Mo Zhiqian to do it yourself.

"Oh, I was careless." Mo Zhiqian had no choice but to lie down again, and an alarm bell was installed in his home, but Zeng Huiyun didn't go back to live for a long time, so he forgot.

Five minutes later, Mo Zhiqian got up again.

This time, without waiting for Zeng Huiyun to ask, he explained first.

"I'm a little hungry, let's go down and make some supper."

"Let Auntie prepare it and send it up."

"No, in the middle of the night, I'll go by myself. After finishing speaking, Mo Zhiqian got out of bed, and Ta pulled on his slippers and walked towards the door.

One generation went to the door of the bedroom, Mo Zhiqian's footsteps unconsciously lightened, and walked lightly to the door of Zeng Li's room, turned sideways, and pressed his ears tightly to the door.

There was silence inside, and nothing could be heard.

The big hand covered the handle of the door, and turned it lightly. The door was locked inside and did not open.

At this time, in Zeng Li's room, Jon put his index finger in front of his lips, tugged Zeng Li lightly, and then pointed to the door. Zeng Li understood and looked towards the door.

The door lock turned slightly, as if someone was outside the door.

(End of this chapter)