The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 321 Mo Zhiqian, Our Friendship Does Not Seem Very Deep

"Bastard!" Zhang Shuqin slapped the coffee table angrily, and her chest under the windbreaker heaved along with it.

"Zeng Guoliang! You bastard, you killed Xiao Nuo, and now you kicked her daughter out of the house. Could it be that Xiao Nuo risked his life to lay down the country for you, just for you to enjoy by other women? "

Seeing Zhang Shuqin's excited appearance, Jon narrowed his blue eyes slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously, which was his pride.

But as it turned out, Jon was still thinking too simplisticly.

I thought that telling Zhang Shuqin about Zeng Li's current experience would arouse her sympathy and get valuable news, but I didn't expect that after Zhang Shuqin complained, she turned to look at him and said coldly, "Xiao Li is Li The descendants of the family, we will take care of her affairs, and I advise you to stop here about Xiao Nuo's matter, don't get angry and regret it before it's too late!"

Leaving this sentence behind, Zhang Shuqin took out two big photos from the wallet, put them on the table, got up and left.

Watching the back of her leaving, Jon pinched the ear of the coffee cup, brought it to his lips and took a sip slowly.

Although Zhang Shuqin didn't reveal anything, Jon caught an important piece of information, Zeng Guoliang's country was laid down by Li Xiaonuo.
Putting down the coffee cup, Jon found that he had been wandering around the dead end all the time. Perhaps, starting from Zeng Guoliang's side, it would be a new breakthrough.

……

Zeng Li was dumbfounded when he saw Mo Zhiqian appearing in front of him.

Sitting on the office chair, trying to stand up, looking at the man in the formal suit, he murmured.

"How will you be here?"

Before speaking, Mo Zhiqian raised his handsome eyebrows. Hei Yao's eyes were very charming when he raised his eyes slightly. He stretched out his long arms and propped them on Zeng Li's desk. escape the oppressive feeling.

"I've been an assistant to the president for more than a month, don't you even learn the basics of not being surprised when things happen?"

Zeng Li...

Asked by Mo Zhiqian's words, he was even more surprised because of the sudden appearance of this man.

She twitched her lips, and when she was surprised, the European style in those eyes became more obvious, "You... want to meet Mr. Fu, and you want me to convey it?"

This is the biggest possibility that Zeng Li thought of. As the president of Fu Wendi, if there is no appointment, not everyone can meet casually, and Mo Zhiqian has no business relationship with the company and is not familiar with Fu Wendi, so even if his identity Noble, it is impossible to see Fu Wendi.

The nostrils hurt, and it was Mo Zhiqian's knuckle-boned fingers that pinched them up, twisted them lightly, and his thin lips curled slightly, "Can't I just want to see you?"

Helpless tone, but obvious doting.

Zeng Li...

As if dumbfounded, she looked at the man with gentle eyebrows, licked her lips, and opened her mouth.

"Mo Zhiqian, our friendship doesn't seem to be very deep..."

"Huh?" Mo Zhiqian frowned, a monstrous man, even pretending to be unhappy when he was in a good mood made people unable to look away.

Under Zeng Li's puzzled eyes, his figure suddenly leaned forward, his handsome face was in front of Zeng Li, and Zeng Li subconsciously leaned back.

However, leaning back on the back of the chair, even if he wanted to hide, there was nowhere to hide, and he saw the man's half-smile, his thin lips slowly moving, and said, "Isn't it deep?"

Under Zeng Li's doubtful eyes, Mo Zhiqian sighed slightly distressed, "But every time, I can't get to the bottom."

(End of this chapter)