The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 202 How many men has she experienced in the past three years?
, Mo Zhiqian was sitting alone in the hall on the first floor of the Zeng's house, and in front of him was the bottle of red wine that he hadn't finished at dinner.

Although Jon kept saying that he was Zeng Li's boyfriend, he didn't believe it at all.

At best, but a suitor!
However, the scene just now...

Mo Zhiqian tilted his neck, drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, put the empty glass heavily on the tea table, grabbed the wine bottle, and poured himself another glass.

This woman is really skittish.

First he got along with Lei Yixiang for so many years, then he was that fat-headed Tang Jianjun, and now, he has met another foreign boy... He already knows three of them, what else does he not know?
It has been three years, how many men she has experienced!
Looking up, another glass of red wine entered the mouth, followed by a pop, the sound of glass breaking.

Mo Zhiqian dropped his empty wine glass on the floor tiles.

Holding on to the railing, Mo Zhiqian stepped up the stairs step by step, his feet were a little heavy because of the alcohol.

"Zhiqian, have you had supper yet?"

Zeng Huiyun wasn't asleep yet, waiting for him. There was a bedside lamp in the bedroom. As soon as Mo Zhiqian walked in, he asked with concern.

When he came to the bed, Mo Zhiqian sat down on his buttocks, "Yeah."

The strong smell of alcohol stained most of the room.

"you've been drinking?"

"Drink a little." Mo Zhiqian threw off the slippers, lifted the quilt and got on the bed. When he lay down, he was slightly heavy and made a lot of noise.

Zeng Huiyun wanted to say something more, but the man had already turned his back to her, closed his eyes and snored lightly.

Supporting the bed with both hands, she moved towards Mo Zhiqian, moving slowly, not because she was worried about disturbing him, but... She is now "inconvenient to move".

Turning around with difficulty, facing Mo Zhiqian's direction, Zeng Huiyun stretched out his arm and put it on Mo Zhiqian's waist.

The latter was unresponsive, breathing evenly, and drowsy.

Human beings always have greedy desires, knowing that they can't, Zeng Huiyun's heart is still eager to move.

She has hands and a mouth, which can also make him happy.

The hand on Mo Zhiqian's waist became restless, first he tentatively touched his lower abdomen with his fingertips, and when he saw that there was no response, he became bolder.

The weak fingers slid down slowly, reaching towards the belt, and as soon as the fingertips slipped in a little, they held it firmly.

It was Mo Zhiqian's big palm, which grabbed her small hand, and then clasped her index finger tightly. Although he couldn't continue to move, at this moment, Zeng Huiyun's heart was sweet.

In the morning, when my aunt got up to clean, it was very strange.

In the center of the hall, there are fragments of glass shards, the goblets at home were artificially broken.

Zeng Huiyun and Jon walked down the stairs. Mo Zhiqian and Zeng Huiyun were already up, sitting in the hall, Zeng Huiyun looked up at her, "Sister, are you up?"

"Um,"

Zeng Li's slightly curved lips, she didn't plan to live at home, and she didn't wear makeup. She walked down the stairs without makeup, without eye shadow, and her European-style double eyelids didn't look so obvious. A bit like three years ago.

Mo Zhiqian was sitting on the book sofa, looking down at the newspaper. From the tense lines on the side of his face, it could be seen that he was not in a good mood.

Jon and Zeng Huiyun said good morning, and when he looked at Mo Zhiqian, his blue eyes were obviously proud.

As for the latter, he was still looking down at the newspaper, his handsome face seemed to be covered with ice. If you looked carefully, you would find that the knuckle fingers holding the newspaper were all white from the force.

(End of this chapter)