The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 277 I'll Pick You Up Later

After finishing the last bit of work, it was almost ten o'clock. After tidying up the copywriting at the corner of the desk, Mo Zhiqian leaned on the executive chair, stretched his arms and pinched the back of his sore neck.

Just about to get up, the phone on the desk rang.

He leaned over and grabbed it, staring at the number that kept flashing on it, for a long time, Mo Zhiqian didn't answer it until he hung up automatically.

Putting the phone back on the table, Mo Zhiqian got up and walked to the inner lounge. He hasn't returned to the villa for two days. He lives here and orders takeaway every day. Now, the work that needs to be dealt with has been completed, and Mo Zhiqian plans to go outside Treat yourself to a restaurant.

Just after changing clothes and pants, the mobile phone on the desk rang again.

Going over to grab it, looking at the incoming call, this time, Mo Zhiqian answered it.

Walking out of the office with long legs, "Huiyun?"

"Zhiqian, why didn't you answer the phone call just now?"

Just as Mo Zhiqian opened his mouth, Zeng Huiyun's coquettish questioning came into his eardrums, and he walked out of the office. Mo Zhiqian turned around and closed the door, twisted the handle, and checked that the door lock was not on, "Oh, I was taking a shower just now, did you not put it on?" hear."

"Zhiqian..." Zeng Huiyun's dissatisfied complaint came again.

"What's the matter?" Three words, the emotion is flat, no longer the gentleness of the past.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, before Zeng Huiyun said hesitantly, "You haven't seen me for a long time,"

Before he could finish the words, he heard Mo Zhiqian say, "I've been very busy recently, so I ignored you. I'm sorry. I'll come and see you in a few days, and I'll pick you up by the way."

Zeng Huiyun...

The fingers holding the phone were tightened tightly, and even the toes that were covered in the small flat leather shoes were also tightened. Sitting in the wheelchair, the white porcelain baby face was filled with anger, and even the chest heaved and fell.

However, she still suppressed the dissatisfaction and anger in her heart very well, barely raised the corners of her lips, and said in a very understanding tone, "Zhiqian, I know you are busy, so you don't need to come to see me deliberately, I have agreed with my parents , let the driver take me back later."

Seemingly worried that Mo Zhiqian would refuse, Zeng Huiyun added, "Although it is convenient to live in her mother's house, she is a married girl after all, and her relatives will laugh at her if she lives for a long time."

On the other end of the phone, Mo Zhiqian had already stepped into the elevator, raised his hand, pressed the down button with knuckle fingers, tightened his fingers on the phone, and said, "Okay, I'll pick you up later, don't bother the driver. "

Anyway, he was going on a business trip, and the nannies at home took care of a few, and it wasn't bad to raise another idler.

After hanging up the phone, Zeng Guoliang quickly leaned over and asked nervously with his eyes wide open, "What did he say?"

The phone was still held in the palm of her hand, Zeng Huiyun put her hand on her lap covered with a blanket, and turned her head to look at her father, with a smile on Bai Ci's baby face.

"Dad, Zhiqian said he would pick me up later."

"Oh, that's it." Zeng Guoliang leaned back on the sofa again, his deep sigh was his relief.

Ou Yalan was sitting on the sofa peeling apples. The person who has been standing on the operating table all year round is very familiar with using knives.

His downcast eyes fell on the apple in his hand, and there was no extra emotion on his face with light makeup.

Zeng Huiyun rolled over and said happily, "Mom, Zhiqian said he would pick me up in a while!"

"I hear you, I'm not deaf."

Ou Yalan's expression was indifferent, and she didn't seem very happy because Mo Zhiqian took her daughter back.

"Mom! Why are you like this!" Zeng Huiyun pouted dissatisfiedly and complained, what a happy thing, her mother was not happy at all.

(End of this chapter)