The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 229 My Woman Is Not as Thick-Skinned as You

"You!" Liang Tingting choked, seeing Xue Jingrui's smug look, she suddenly snorted sarcastically, "If you don't even have the ability to make women orgasm, what qualifications do you have to be a duck!"

"Ahem!" On the opposite side, Zeng Li coughed, and put his hands in front of his lips. With such a movement, Mo Zhiqian lifted her hand and turned his face away. Zeng Li's expression was a little unnatural .

In the past, I heard Liang Kaola and Chu Silu talking about sex in front of everyone, but now it was Xue Jingrui and Liang Tingting.

In that encounter in Paris, Liang Tingting clearly said that the two had divorced, and now...

I don't know if she is too conservative or really out of touch with the times. I always feel that it is better to discuss such a private matter behind closed doors. In front of so many people, the two people discussing it don't feel anything, but she, the listener, feels embarrassed.

"Okay, don't say these inappropriate things for children, my woman is shy!" Mo Zhiqian answered abruptly, and everyone's eyes turned to him.

Zeng Li...

Mo Zhiqian's hands were clasped in front of him, and his back was pressed against his chest. It seemed impossible to break free, not to mention that everyone had seen their intimate posture, and it would be a bit suspicious to try to break free now.

He licked his lips, turned his face to the side, ignored everyone's eyes, and pretended to look at the scenery on the street.

"Don't look, my woman is not as thick-skinned as you!" After leaving these words, Mo Zhiqian took Zeng Lixiang's luxury car and walked away.

A few people were left stunned, their jaws almost dropped to the ground.

Zeng Li was forced into the carriage by Mo Zhiqian, and he didn't even have time to say hello to Liang Tingting.

On the way to Shangmu, Mo Zhiqian supported the steering wheel with one hand, grabbed Zeng Li's hand with the other, and shook hands with her index fingers.

Zeng Li struggled a few times, and the luxury car drew a few curved dragons on the street. For the sake of safety, Zeng Li had no choice but to stop struggling, let Mo Zhiqian hold his hands, and turned his face out of the window, with another expression cool.

The Shangmu Clubhouse still has the original style, but judging from the resplendent roof and walls, it should have been renovated.

It was still the same private room, the location of the sofa, coffee table and even the card table was the same as it was three years ago.

Stepping here again, Zeng Li couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was.

Hai Mier was very curious at that time, as soon as she walked into the private room, she began to look around, her eyes were slightly open, her almond eyes were wide open.

"Uncle Chu, do you often come here to play cards?"

"Occasionally." Chu Silu's lips curled slightly, and he took off the windbreaker that was draped over Haimil's shoulders, and walked to the hanger to hang it up.

Liang Tingting stepped in, glanced around, and said casually, "Change the soup but not the medicine, it's still the original decoration, old-fashioned."

Among the three women, only Zeng Li didn't say anything, and Mo Zhiqian took her by the hand and walked to the card table. When Mo Zhiqian sat down, he also pushed her on the empty chair beside him.

"Come, come, play cards or mahjong, hurry up and choose one, let me, a person who is frustrated in love, be proud of myself in the casino!"

Li Jianhao also came to the poker table and sat down, looking very anxious to try.

The third brother, a man, has female companions around him, and he is the only one who is lonely. Although he doesn't envy him very much, he still feels a little uncomfortable occasionally.

Chu Silu also came to the poker table, moving slowly, like a big brother.

"Play mahjong, Tingting will replace me!" Xue Jingrui pushed Liang Tingting onto the chair in front of the poker table, and sat down beside her.

(End of this chapter)