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Chapter 253 Zuocheng Completely Defeated (2)
What about the third woman?One-piece suspenders, paired with a light blue bottoming shirt, tied with a ponytail, a pair of bright eyes, a 25-year-old face, and a 15-year-old dress.

Good guy, red, yellow, blue, all kinds of styles, Yanshouhuanfei.

"Should I just say it? There are a few rich men who are not lewd." If the woman in the white skirt didn't speak, she should be a more pure lady.

"Didn't you bring a woman with you? I heard those people call her Young Madam, so she must not be a simple person." The woman on the opposite side lifted up her short red skirt, revealing a pair of slender white legs, posing in an absolutely impressive pose. Bloody pose.

The woman in suspenders raised her head and her ponytail twitched: "How complicated can it be? At most, it's an underground man. How can a man like that not have a mistress or something?"

'Pure Girl' nodded, and said impure words: "Besides, why do men think they have too many mistresses?"

Just as the woman with a hot figure was about to speak, suddenly, a clear voice floated over.

"Not a mistress."

The three women with very different styles turned around in unison, and passed in unanimously.

The woman who delivered the afternoon tea—soft persimmon, the three women thought in unison.

"I'm not a mistress." The 'soft persimmon' took another step closer and repeated, the face that was definitely not very pretty was very stubborn.

The three women looked at her again, pondered over the words, and then snorted disdainfully.

"Well, no."

There was a voice coming over, it was a male voice, what should I say?nice?Yes or no, the key is coldness, with an oppressive aura, the women who were originally careless raised their heads.

Gudong Gudong—the voices of the three women swallowing their saliva were much more handsome than those in magazines and newspapers.

"I'm his wife." 'Soft Persimmon' stretched out his hand to embrace the man's hand, his movements were very similar to declaring sovereignty, but his expression was too indifferent.

"Well, yes." The man hugged the woman's waist, with a faint smile on his lips.

How to say that: There is nothing better than a smile.

Bang, bang, bang—this is the sound of three women's fawns bumping around.

The man withdrew his smile, turned around and said, "Didn't someone tell you what I like and dislike before I came here?"

Ceng Ceng Ceng Ceng - the voices of the three women trembling.

How could a man be so captivating, and then be so frozen for thousands of miles.

The three women pondered: What do you like?like a woman.

What don't you like?Don't like talkative women, don't like long-tongued women, don't like disobedient women, don't like... all kinds of women.

Well, all dreams were shattered at this moment, and only one rumor was remembered in his mind: If Zuo Cheng didn't like someone, he would be destroyed immediately.

"President, President." The woman in the blue suspenders was a bit more courageous, and she could still speak, but her voice was a little trembling.

Also, under such high pressure, can you keep your legs from shaking?
Zuo Cheng lazily raised his eyes: "Can you hear her words clearly?"

she?Soft persimmon?What words?wife?Looking at each other, the bewildered expressions of the three women were beyond words.

"Huh?" The woman in red was only stunned for a second, "Listen, I heard clearly."

Zuo Cheng seemed satisfied, and nodded, but the woman in his arms took his hand away in an orderly manner, and walked out of his arms without saying a word.

Heh, the smile on the corner of Zuo Cheng's lips grew stronger: Well, yes, I know I'm angry.

Zuo Cheng was about to follow, suddenly, a white shadow flashed in front of his eyes.

Immediately, he screamed in fright: "Ah——"

Seeing that the woman in the white dress was about to fall into Zuo Cheng's arms, Zuo Cheng frowned, turned sideways, and dodged.

The woman whose center of gravity was already unstable hit the corner of the table with a bang, her face turned pale from the pain, she rubbed her painful arm, and looked over with teary eyes: "President, President."

If it was an ordinary man, such a pitiful scene of throwing himself into his arms would definitely be accurate.

"Too thick." Zuo Cheng said inexplicably, with disgust on his brows.

The three women are all unknown.

"My woman doesn't like the smell of perfume."

Zuo Cheng stretched out his hand, picked up a piece of handmade silk, wiped the corner of his clothes touched by the woman, threw away the silk, turned around, and started.

This action is completely like that of a nobleman in the Middle Ages, and his words are simply icy to the marrow.

The woman who bumped against the foot of the table softened her hands and fell onto the chair. Her pale face turned red, and the fingers holding the long skirt turned white: it was because she deliberately wore a floor-length skirt, and because she practiced The fall of the afternoon.

"whee."

"Ha ha."

The other two women laughed at each other, their eyes full of mockery.

"Hu Meizi's tricks are useless." The woman in the red skirt saw the needle.

"That's right, who do you think that is?" The woman smiled regretfully, a little obsessively, "That's Zuocheng."

Such a man, such a behavior is too ridiculous.

"Get lost!" The woman in the white skirt and white face gritted her teeth.

The two women walked away resentfully.

This woman's friendship is like a thin layer of paper.

Not far away, Uncle Jin shook his head, really having a headache for this old-fashioned drama.

Once a year, three times a year, and once a year, the old man is tired of seeing whether this trick can be changed.

Besides, the woman who 'run away' from Zuo Cheng's arms ordered a table of food, and ate it without saying a word, eating very seriously, Zuo Cheng propped his chin and watched with a smile.

"Angry?" While saying this, the corner of the man's lips curled into a smile, and he seemed to be in a very good mood.

Looking up, the woman opposite shook her head.

Since you are not angry, why go first?
Just as Zuo Cheng was about to ask, she spoke first, and only said three words: "I'm hungry."

After finishing speaking, the 'hungry' woman lowered her head and continued to eat. Her movements were not rude, but her speed was definitely fast.

It is true that she is really hungry, and it is true that Zuo Cheng really thinks too much.

A pair of eyes that were clear just now were suddenly covered with dark clouds, and the knife and fork in Zuo Cheng's hand made a very discordant voice: "They say that rich men don't dislike having many mistresses."

"Huh?" She looked up, not understanding the inexplicable words.

Zuo Cheng put down the knife and fork, his handsome face sank: "I am a rich man."

She froze for a moment, half-knowledgeable, but nodded: "I know."

A pair of black crystal eyes were frozen for thousands of miles, Zuo Cheng was angry, depressed, helpless, and speechless.

She suddenly felt that the steak in front of her was a little cold, she lowered her head, raised her head for a moment, and asked Zuo Cheng: "Do you have a mistress?"

(End of this chapter)