The President's Best Wife

Chapter 61

Erfan was wearing a rabbit head T-shirt on his upper body and black casual trousers on his lower body. He was tall and long, and he sat casually on the executive chair, with his legs crossed, exuding a stream of evil charm.

Strong fingers tapped the table lightly, making a crisp sound.

"It's not that there is a business discussion, let's talk, I'll listen and see if you like it." Erfan's voice was different from the deep and mellow of the mature man in the Meiji court, but it was still very pleasant to hear.

His implication is that he will not cooperate if he does not agree.

Wen Qiao tightened her fingers slightly, and then slowly loosened them, "It seems that the boss didn't listen to what I said to the other "boss" before. If that's the case, there's no need for us to continue talking."

Erfan stopped tapping her fingers, thinking about what she said, his eyes of different colors narrowed slightly, showing sharpness, "What do you want to say?"

Wen Qiao raised her eyes and met his sharp eyes: "Boss, what kind of business do you do yourself, do you still need me to clarify? You don't have to argue, and don't care how I know. I'm not interested in exposing such things. I came to you just to get what I need.

Regardless of whether you agree or not, if I leave this door, I will act as if I have never been here, and I have never seen you. "

After finishing speaking, a thin layer of sweat was already dripping from the palm of his hand.

The dull private room was silent for nearly a minute before hearing Alfan break the silence.

He had a slight smile on his throat, and the corners of his mouth curled into a wicked curve, "Want to pretend that you have never been here before, and never seen me? Impossible, I don't agree, it will be a disaster to keep you."

Wen Qiao's heart skipped a beat, did she miscalculate?

She knew that there would be half the risk in coming here. The reason why she chose this place was because it was very concealed, otherwise she would not have been hidden in the political center for so many years without being discovered.

Wen Qiao: "What do you want to do?"

Erfan chuckled: "What are you doing so nervous? I've always been courteous to beauties, and I won't embarrass women. I promise to cooperate with you."

Wen Qiao was puzzled: "Don't ask me what kind of business I am?"

"I, Erfan, grew up eating black rice, so I'm afraid of trouble? Even if it's human trafficking, it's a trivial matter for me."

Wen Qiao: "..."

He was going to drag her into the water.

It was almost six o'clock when Wen Qiao returned to school, and he received a text message from Meiji court as soon as he entered the dormitory.

"I'll pick you up in half an hour later, okay?"

She said hello, and sent several hearts in succession.

Meiji court couldn't help laughing when he saw the love hearts bursting from the phone.

Seeing that it was still early, Wen Qiao took a shower first, threw the changed clothes into the school washing machine and stirred them up.

After drying the clothes, Meiji Court's car had already arrived at the school gate.

"Hey, hey, remember to wear a condom." Before leaving, Xia Xia confessed that Wen Qiao almost staggered.

It is customary for the car to park under the sycamore tree opposite the school gate. When Wen Qiao got in, he had a blueberry-flavored milkshake on hand.

"For me?" She pursed her lips and watched the handsome man tear off his tie and unbutton two buttons, revealing his honey-colored skin and a sexy collarbone.

Wen Qiao swallowed, and forced herself to turn her head away from the seductive man beside her.

She was holding the milkshake, her fingers were weak from being tempted, and she couldn't tear it apart for a long time.

There was only a slight sigh from the side, and the milkshake on the phone was taken away by a big bony hand, and he tore it lightly and opened it.

Wen Qiao took the milkshake with a smile, picked up a small spoon and gently dug a spoonful into his mouth. It was sweet and sour with a rich milky and blueberry flavor, and it melted in the mouth, making people want to swallow it with their tongues. up.

She dug a spoonful and handed it to Mei Zhiting, "Would you like to taste it, sir?"

(End of this chapter)