The President's Best Wife

Chapter 8 8 Wen Qiao, let's talk

A warm and eager voice came from the phone, "Sister, why don't you answer Brother Heng's call?"

"Is there? Maybe it slipped down by accident. What's the matter?" Wen Qiao rolled up the sachet string with the other hand, quite casually.

"Didn't I tell you this morning, did brother Heng celebrate our birthday? Where are you now, we'll pick you up?" A warm, excited and sweet voice came from the phone.

The voice lines of the two of them are close, and their voices are similar, but if you listen carefully, Wen Qiao's voice is a little colder, while the warm voice is a little sweeter.Wen Qiao used to think that Wen Qiao's voice was pleasant and sweet, but now it only made her feel that it was too loud and disgusting.

"That's it, but I'm already on the Bund, why didn't you say so earlier." Wen Qiao pretended to be helpless.

"Didn't I tell you to call you? And you agreed. Now you go to the Bund without saying hello. Why are you doing this?" The warm voice sounded a little anxious. I don't know if I really thought it was a sister. Deep love.

Wen Qiao pursed her lips lightly, "You just said you would call me, didn't I answer it now? You didn't tell me to wait for you, blame me?"

Wen Xin hurriedly explained, "That's not what I meant, then sister, when will you come back, shall we cut the birthday cake together?"

If she didn't know the true face of Wen Xin, she really wouldn't be defensive at all with her acting coquettish and cute.

"Not necessarily. I'm going to play with others now. Let's not talk about it. The phone is out of battery." He hung up the phone with a beep.

go back?Did he fall into their trap when he went back?

In the previous life, when celebrating her birthday, Wenxin gave her a glass of wine, and then she passed out. When she woke up the next day, she lay naked next to Fu Shiheng. Fu Shiheng explained that both of them drank too much She did something she shouldn't have done, so she could only be with Fu Shiheng.

Heh, the shit drank too much, and got drunk after only one sip of red wine. When did she, Wen Qiao, become so weak?
Thinking about it now, it seems a little wrong. She didn't feel any discomfort at that time. That is to say, Fu Shiheng never touched her?

"Hiss..." There was a sharp sound from the brake pads rubbing against the tires, and with a sudden brake, Wen Qiao almost hit the windshield.

"What's the matter? Hit someone?" Wen Qiao pulled back her thoughts, looked at the immobile man on one side in a daze, then got up and looked outside the car, what happened.

"Wen Qiao, let's talk."

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Wen Xin was hung up on the phone, pinching the phone wishing to crush it, that sweet face was no longer innocent, only hatred was left in her eyes.

A pair of hands wrapped around her waist from behind, and then began to grope irregularly. She had a handsome and three-dimensional face, and her slanted Danfeng eyes were full of lust.

"What's the matter, who messed with our lovely little Xiner?"

Wen Xin's body was made soft by his touch, and she groaned a few times, she turned and looked at him reproachfully, "It's not all about that bitch Wen Qiao, who ran out without saying hello, tonight's plan can't be carried out .”

Fu Shiheng narrowed his eyes, and put her on the big bed in the hotel, "Since we can't come, let's plan next time. She obeys me now, so why can't I cure her?"

Wen Xin thought so, so she put her arms around his neck, put on her red lips, and did what was natural.

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Wen Qiao held the water glass with both hands and drank two consecutive glasses of lemonade.

"Mr. Ming?" From getting off the car to now, Mei Zhiting sat opposite her and looked at her without saying a word. His eyes were as deep as ancient pools, which made her panic.

"Wen Qiao, what exactly do you want to do?"

(End of this chapter)