The president's love for the little runaway wife

Chapter 82 What do you want to do to me?
"Miss Mo, everything is in the past. People should look forward, especially smart people."

Mo Rou nodded in his arms, then raised her head, her eyes revealed ambition, she said: "Mr. Zhao is right, smart people should look forward, what belongs to me is destined to belong to me."

Zhao Ziwei's eyes showed admiration, and the two's wine glasses collided with each other, making a crisp sound of 'clang'.

"Miss Mo was late just now, but she missed a lively scene."

Mo Rou pulled her lips and said, "What kind of lively show?"

"The little girl in Mr. Gong's arms, surnamed Gong Mingsheng, was adopted by Mr. Gong from the orphanage. Although the two children are still very young, I always feel that Mr. Gong's move has the meaning of "adopting a daughter." "Daughter-in-law" means."

Zhao Ziwei was just guessing, and said it casually to refute the beauty's smile.

Unexpectedly, his words caused a storm in Mo Rou's heart.

"Adopt a daughter and become a daughter-in-law"!Isn't Gong Yisheng's predecessor her own? !
Back then, she was also adopted by the old man Gong and returned to the Gong family, and was given the surname of the palace, and enjoyed the treatment of a princess, just like the current Gong Yisheng.

What kind of medicine is sold in Mr. Gong's gourd this time?

Back then, why did she adopt the dilapidated woman back into the palace family, but 20 years later, when she was capable, she was mercilessly driven away?At work, she is still useful, isn't she? !But Mr. Gong did what he said, he said to let her leave the Gong family penniless, and he never found anyone to let her come back.

Mo Rou stared blankly at the old man Gong in the crowd, her eyebrows frowned, she couldn't figure it out, she couldn't figure out what secrets the Gong family she had lived in for 20 years was hiding?Even she didn't know it at all.

"Miss Mo, Miss Mo..." Zhao Ziwei waved his hand to call back Mo Rou's attention, his eyes were sharply inspected, and suddenly said: "Miss Mo's previous relationship with President Gong, could it be that it is not normal?"

Mo Rou was silent, but she acquiesced to his words.

"Don't you think it's strange that this old man always plays tricks like this? Besides being a child bride, can such a young girl have other uses?"

It seems that he and the Rong family did not investigate in detail enough about the Gong family.

Fortunately, he kept his hand in advance and delayed the signing of the contract, and the Rong's side also stayed on hold for the time being, otherwise, because he hadn't found out the details of the Gong's, he would dare to renege on the contract, I'm afraid he didn't have the money in his pocket , On the contrary, it is the first thing to make a mess, and that is the real gain outweighs the loss.

Out of the corner of his eye, Zhao Ziwei noticed that Mo Rou was lost in thought again, looking at her, she seemed to know something hidden.

The former adopted daughter of the Gong family...the financial manager of the Gong family...the poppy singer Mo Rou...

Each of these three identities is very suitable for his appetite!
In the depths of Zhao Ziwei's eyes, a deep calculation flashed across, and the swan meat that was automatically delivered to his mouth, if he didn't eat it, he would be too sorry for himself.

"Miss Mo, let's go and have a dance too." Putting down his wine glass, Zhao Ziwei bent down gentlemanly, stretched out one hand to Mo Rou, and put the other behind his back, sincerely inviting him to dance.

Putting Mo Rou's hand in his palm, she smiled sweetly: "Okay."

As soon as he entered the dance floor, Zhao Ziwei changed his style of being a gentle and gentle gentleman, and wrapped his palms around Mo Rou's waist. With the movement of the dance, their bodies almost fit together perfectly. The strength of a man and the softness of a woman are fully combined.

"I know that Ms. Mo has a beautiful singing voice, but I didn't expect that Ms. Mo's dancing posture is also so beautiful." Zhao Ziwei leaned slightly, with his lips close to Mo Rou's ear, uttering words ambiguously, with evil eyes, releasing passionate waves towards her.

Mo Rou felt disgusted in her heart, but her face was very well hidden, and she couldn't see the slightest bit.

"Mr. Zhao is joking. I have loved dancing since I was a child. If it wasn't for being dependent on others, maybe I would choose to dance all the time."

Zhao Ziwei's eyes lit up, and he said pleasantly, "So that's how it is." With another spin, Mo Rou was thrown out and then pulled back to his chest. Unknowingly, Zhao Ziwei's lips touched her forehead, and hugged her waist His big palm seemed to be burning with flames, roasting her.

"The first time I saw Ms. Mo, my eyes lit up. Your beauty, your talent, and your mystery all made me interested. I don't know if Ms. Mo can accept my admiration for you?"

"Yes." Mo Rou tilted her head, avoided his lips that were getting closer and closer, put up a finger, touched his lips lightly, and said with a smile: "President Zhao wants to come because he has been abroad for a long time. But Chinese girls are not used to going so fast."

When Zhao Ziwei heard this, the wrinkle between his eyebrows immediately relaxed, and he smiled apologetically, "Ziwei offended."

"..."

After a dance, Mo Rou was out of breath, and refused Zhao Ziwei's company. She walked to the drink area, took a glass of warm white water, and drank a couple of sips.

From a distance, Zhong Ze, who was dressed elegantly, came over with a plate of food.

In an instant, an evil plan flashed in Mo Rou's heart.

If she can't move Xu Nian for the time being, then, by taking advantage of the man she liked before, she can be regarded as asking for some interest first.

Holding a water glass, she walked straight towards Zhong Ze. The sound of her footsteps was so soft that it was not easy to detect.

Zhong Ze took a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and just turned around. He didn't notice when someone was standing behind him. By the time he realized it, it was too late.

"Ah..." Mo Rou pretended to be panic-stricken and yelled, her delicate body tilted, and the cup of Wen Bai Ke in her hand poured down on her chest.

Zhong Ze stretched out his hand reflexively, grabbed her wrist and pulled it. Due to the force of the impact, Mo Rou's forehead hit his chest, and he groaned forbearance.

Just about to push him away, Mo Rou raised his hand and slapped him at this moment.

Zhong Ze covered his face and stared at her inexplicably.

"Bastard, what do you want to do to me?" Mo Rou was the first to speak out, covering her chest with her hands to prevent her from getting naked. Her eyes were like sharp knives, and she unceremoniously gouged Zhong Ze's body. To slander Zhong Ze for having plans for her is not to say that he is not poisonous.

A few people next to him slowly approached, discussing in whispers.

Zhong Ze's face turned blue, and he said with a straight voice: "Miss Mo, you were the one who stood behind me sneakily. When I turned around, I accidentally bumped into you. I apologize for this, but I also hope that Miss Mo can forgive you. Malicious words, apology."

"Mr. Zhong was really careless. He bumped into me just now, but he quickly reached out and pulled me into your arms." Mo Rou sneered, his eyes full of mockery.

"It's just a subconscious instinct of a person in an unexpected situation. I don't think there is anything wrong with it." Zhong Ze never backed down. It was on his head, he couldn't swallow this breath no matter what.

(End of this chapter)