The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 287 Mo Zhiqian?
"Morning..." The word was low and hoarse, Zeng Li's body froze, and the child he was holding on to fell down.

But the hand wrapped around her waist stretched forward, grabbed the handle of the spatula, lifted it up again, and stuffed it into her hand. Then, the slender fingers wrapped around her hand, holding the spatula together, and turning the pan The omelet in it was turned over.

Zeng Li was frozen during the whole process, feeling the man's fiery chest pressed against his back, and the scorching breath on his ears, the side of his face...

When Fu Wendi grasped her hand to fry the eggs together, she even clearly felt his lips brushing against the skin unintentionally, itching and flustered.

When he was at a loss, Fu Wendi's gentle voice sounded again in his ear, with a smile, as if deliberately lowered, very low, "So you are so virtuous..."

Zeng Li...

Even though he has received professional training and has rich experience in dealing with men, at this moment he is still stiff and doesn't know how to react.

The hanging hand curled up unconsciously, and the hand held by Fu Wendi, holding the handle of the spatula, seemed to want to squeeze the spatula out of the water.

Not for anything else, just because...she doesn't dislike the not-so-strong chest that clings to her back, although she doesn't really like it, but she really doesn't reject it.

Fu Wendi is different from the men he has been in contact with before. If they were those men, Zeng Lida could easily talk, laugh and deal with them.

But the man behind him is really different from those men. Those men think with their lower body, while the man behind them is with their heart...

There was a low-pitched laughter that pierced into the eardrums, so low-pitched that you could feel his vibrating chest even on your back.

His waist tightened, and he was turned around by Fu Wendi. The two faces faced each other.

Raising his hand, he pinched Zeng Li's nose with his slender fingers, and twisted it lightly. Fu Wendi was very helpless when he said, "You!"

I was frightened like this after only a little teasing.

Zeng Li lowered his eyes and was even more at a loss. The cell phone that happened to be in his apron pocket rang in time, dispelling the embarrassing atmosphere.

"Sorry, I'll take a call."

In his panic, Zeng Li didn't even look at who was calling, he answered it in a hurry, and then walked towards the living room.

"Are you awake?" In the earpiece, the man's low magnetic voice was very gentle, piercing into the ear, and then flowing unimpeded along the ear canal, Zeng Li's flustered heart also calmed down.

"Mo Zhiqian?" Excited, Zeng Li called Mo Zhiqian's name directly, with surprise, as if grasping at straws.

He actually forgot that there was a second person in the kitchen behind him.

If it was said that Fu Wendi's voice would make her nervous and flustered, and she wanted to escape, then Mo Zhiqian's voice had a soothing effect, as if she had found a shelter from the wind, and her restless heart was at ease.

Just like at this moment, calling out Mo Zhiqian's name, even her plump lips raised unconsciously.

The smile on Fu Wendi's face gradually dissipated because of Zeng Li's call. Holding the spatula in his hand, he turned his gaze, and his phoenix eyes gradually narrowed, as if he was probing and thinking about something.

"Well, I'm here."

In the waiting hall of the airport, Mo Zhiqian held the phone in one hand and put it in the pocket of his trousers, standing in front of the glass door, with a warm curve on his lips, he even raised his long legs when responding Kicked the marble floor under his feet.

And, he says, "I am", not, "It's me".

(End of this chapter)