The President's Best Wife

Chapter 59 Heterochromia Iris
When Wen Qiao entered, there were not many people in the bar, and there were a few people sitting idle. She went to the bar and asked the bartender, "Where's your boss?"

The bartender buried his head, the bangs on his forehead covered most of his face, and he couldn't see the specific face clearly. The black T-shirt set off his bare skin which was abnormally white. There was a black tea flower tattoo on his throat. She wears a black stud earring, and a black moiré pattern is tattooed on the pinna of her right ear. The impact of black and white gives people a dark and strange feeling.

A pair of bony hands were playing with the wine bottle, and her thin lips curled up in a mocking arc, "The first time I saw a woman who came to the bar and opened her mouth to talk to the boss, the boss' girlfriend?"

The tone is contemptuous, and the meaning of the female companion is self-evident - bed. Companion.

Wen Qiao's wet almond eyes were gradually frosted, and the coldness in his eyes gradually became clear, "Do you know or don't you know?"

The bartender paused while turning the bottle, and was slightly shocked by the oppressive feeling of the slender girl in front of him. Just now, he subconsciously thought she was that kind of woman, so he didn't look at her carefully.

Taking a closer look, he opened his mouth slightly, smacking his tongue at the girl's outstanding temperament.

The skin is creamy, the eyebrows are like daisy, the almond eyes are long and narrow, the swan neck is graceful, the mermaid tear necklace on the neck makes the slender collarbone sexy and charming, and the black mask covers most of the face, but with his own reading With countless eyes, it can be seen that the girl in front of her looks absolutely not bad.

And the noble aura exuding from this girl is by no means comparable to those rouge vulgar fans he has seen.

He put down the wine bottle in his hand, picked up the phone at hand, and dialed a number. He only said that someone was looking for the boss, but he didn't know what was said there. The bartender curled his lips and said, "It's a young girl."

After hanging up the phone, the bartender picked up the bottle again and quickly mixed a FIZZ-style cocktail in a footless highball glass. The seven colors of wine reflected a touch of neon under the ambiguous light.

"Wait a minute, beauty. Someone will come down to pick you up. I'm bored anyway. Would you like a drink?" Compared to just now, the tone of this meeting was a bit more frivolous. When he looked up, Wen Qiao saw his whole body face.

High nose bridge, deep eye sockets, one eye seems to be filled with a sea, deep and boundless, the other eye seems to be embedded with a piece of fine amber.One brown and one blue, he is actually a hybrid with heterochromatic irises!

Seeing that Wen Qiao was a little surprised to see him, she couldn't help but curl her lips, "Bewildered by my handsome appearance, you can't speak?"

Wen Qiao concentrated her attention, and slightly curled her lips, "It is true that she is good-looking, but it is still too early to say that she is confused."

Nonsense, the only person who can confuse her is an upright mature man like Meiji Tei, not this kind of monster who is not a good thing at first glance.

Hearing Wen Qiao's words, the man was not annoyed. When his Adam's apple rolled, it also stimulated the tumi flower in his throat, which was extremely coquettish.

The evil arc on his mouth deepened, "It's also too early for you to say that."

In country Z, people with heterochromatic irises will have a strong sense of inferiority because of the strange eyes of the people around them. Not only does this man not have any sense of inferiority, but he also has a mysterious sense of self-confidence.

Such an evil and invisible person is definitely not as simple as a bartender.

Wen Qiao wanted to open his mouth to say something else, but a waiter had already come down from upstairs.

"Miss, please." The waiter made a gesture of invitation to the stairs.

Wen Qiao was taken to the door of the private room at the left end of the third floor, and the waiter left. She stood at the door, and the door opened before she could speak.

(End of this chapter)