The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 286 Early

As soon as Liang Tingting climbed onto the bed, Xue Jingrui turned his face around, took a breath of cigarette and let it out, looking foolish.

"I'm flying to Rongcheng tomorrow, do you want to come together?"

"No!" The two words were firm, and there was no room for negotiation.

Just as Liang Tingting was about to lie down, she suddenly remembered something, got up and got out of bed again, took out the check and pen from her bag, signed it flamboyantly, tore it off and threw it directly on Xue Jingrui's face.

"Here you are, tonight's prostitution!"

Being so insulted, Xue Jingrui was not annoyed, he pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray, raised his hand to grab the check that fell on the side of his face, took a look at it, looked at the number 200 yuan signed on it, and laughed aloud.

"Yo, so little, is this a draw?"

After climbing onto the bed again, Liang Tingting pulled off the quilt. This action completely exposed Xue Jingrui's naked body to the air.

Before covering the quilt, he glared at him, "With your skills, 200 yuan is too much!"

Xue Jingrui turned around and came closer, with a pair of peach blossom eyes filled with a smile, "What? Didn't you get enough food? Do you want another supper?"

"Get out!" Liang Tingting pushed away the handsome face in front of her, turned around, wrapped herself tightly with the quilt, and felt bad!

"You really don't want to go to Rongcheng with me tomorrow?" Xue Jingrui didn't give up. He had just tasted the sweetness, and he just wanted to tie Liang Tingting to his belt.

"No!" Resolutely refusing again, Liang Tingting suddenly turned her head, "Xue Jingrui, give me back my passport!"

Xue Jingrui curled his lips, eyes full of disdain, turned back and leaned against the bed, and said in a nonchalant manner, "What do you want a passport for? Going back to the United States and dating that yellow-haired boy? Liang Tingting, let me tell you, as long as I Xue Jingrui is still alive, so don't think about giving me a cuckold!"

Not to be reconciled, Liang Tingting yelled at Xue Jingrui.

"Damn! Xue Jingrui, you are ashamed to say this. If you are talking about wearing a cuckold, how many hats do you wear for me, Liang Tingting? If it wasn't because I am strong enough, those green hats would have crushed me to the ground!"

Facing Liang Tingting's disdainful eyes, Xue Jingrui licked his lips guiltyly, but still said firmly, "How can women compare with men? In ancient times, which man was not three wives and four concubines..."

"Well, that's why they are all short-lived!" Before Xue Jingrui finished speaking, Liang Tingting answered in a cold voice, and lay down again wrapped in a quilt, obviously unwilling to talk to him.

Xue Jingrui...

Whispering his lips, he couldn't find a word of rebuttal.

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In the morning, when Zeng Li got up to prepare breakfast, Fu Wendi was still up.

Last night, when Fu Wendi was shackled on the bed, Zeng Li thought he would do something to her with the strength of alcohol, but he didn't want to, he just hugged her, locked her eyes for a long time, and then let go hand.

Lying on the bed with outstretched arms, she sighed to the ceiling, "It's so comfortable..."

Zeng Li didn't know if he meant lying on the bed was comfortable, or... holding her, but fortunately, he didn't do anything, otherwise, she really didn't know how to react.

I feel a little regretful, I really shouldn't have sent Xiaoman away, if she was here, I could help myself deal with this situation.

After thinking about it for a while, Zeng Li felt that it was right to let Xiaoman go, because Fu Wendi was not the man she had been in contact with before. Perhaps, Xiaoman's move had no effect on him.

The eggs were fried in the pan, and Zeng Li was a little distracted, so he didn't even hear the footsteps behind him.

The waist tightened, and the back was pressed into a warm chest. There was warmth on the side of the ear, which was Fu Wendi's lips. When he spoke, the warm breath seemed to sweep over the ear, which made him flustered.

"Morning..." The word was low and hoarse, Zeng Li's body froze, and the child he was holding on to fell down.

(End of this chapter)