Infatuated with My Mysterious Husband

In another presidential suite next door, He Yucheng took a sip of tea after handling a few official duties.

Inadvertently asked Jiang Mo, "What is she doing now?"

"Her? Ask Ms. Mo? She ate most of the food she had prepared, and was taken to the room to rest. The housekeeper reported that she was taking a bath, and she was said to be in a good mood."

Are you in a good mood after eating half of your meal? Thinking of Mo Wanxi standing in the lobby who was bullied to the point of crying, He Yucheng wanted to laugh for no reason.

Seeing his president's slightly raised lips, Jiang Mo knew he was in a good mood now.

"Shen Bohao and Mo Zhendong must feel uncomfortable after being humiliated. They won't take their anger out on Ms. Mo, right?"

"This is for sure!"

"Since this is the case, why do you still defend Miss Mo with such fanfare?" Jiang Mo couldn't figure it out.

"Can't I like it?" He Yucheng replied lightly.

The scene of last night involuntarily appeared in her mind, the way she was hugging herself with a blushing face, and the red marks on the bed sheet that looked like petals.

He Yucheng himself felt a little unbelievable for the inexplicable body heat. He knew very well how good his concentration was. This Mo Wanxi could make him react just by thinking about it. Isn't this too evil?

Mo Wanxi slept very soundly this time, and did not open her eyes until nine o'clock the next morning.

After she got up and washed, the housekeeper thoughtfully brought her breakfast.

Huafeng's breakfast is not generally delicious, and Mo Wanxi is ready to leave the hotel after eating and drinking.

I suddenly remembered that I came in last night and now I have eaten, drank and lived without paying at all.

What the hell is Huafeng doing?

Are you afraid that she will sneak away?

Of course Mo Wanxi was not the kind of person who would sneak away, so she went to the front desk to pay.

The cashier at the front desk calculated and presented the bill. The presidential suite was 168,888 nights, and the food was free.

As expected of Huafeng, the price of the presidential suite is not so expensive, Mo Wanxi didn't care too much.

Enjoyed the gourmet service, and stayed in the presidential suite, which can't be booked even if you have money, it's worth the money.

She took out the card from her pocket and handed it to the cashier lady. The cashier lady took it and swiped it, looked up at Mo Wanxi with a smile, "Sorry, your card has been frozen!"

Mo Wanxi froze for a moment, then handed over another card, but it was still frozen.

She handed over all the cards in her wallet, and all of them were frozen without exception.

Unexpectedly, Mo Zhendong actually froze his own card, Mo Wanxi was anxious and angry, and immediately picked up his mobile phone to call Mo Zhendong, but Mo Zhendong didn't answer the call.

The cashier girl looked at Mo Wanxi with a constant smile on her face, but Mo Wanxi felt a little ashamed.

They lived in the presidential suite, ate so much food, but had no money to pay the bills, wouldn't they regard themselves as free eaters, right?

If you can't come up with money today, it will be a big embarrassment.

Just at the moment of embarrassment, the door of the vip elevator opened, and City Chief He Yu walked out of it tall and straight.

Seeing Mo Wanxi standing at the front desk with a flushed face and anxious expression, he walked over, "What happened?"

Mo Wanxi was filled with resentment when she saw the appearance of taking her innocence away again. Did she have a grudge against this duck?

He took away his innocence the night before, and he saw him crying on the main road yesterday morning, and now he is caught by the duck again that he has no money to pay for the room.

Why do you have to meet him in any unlucky situation?

She pursed her lips and remained silent, but the cashier lady took the initiative to end the conversation, "This lady's card has been frozen, and she has no money to pay for the room."

The cashier's words made Mo Wanxi so ashamed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground and go into it. She blushed and looked at her toes.

A duck's melodious voice sounded like a cello, "Charge it to my account!"