Surrogate wife every step of the way

She closed the documents, looked at him with black and white eyes, and asked in a cold voice: "Mr. Zhao, did you do what happened to Luo's newspaper?"

Zhao Zifeng's deep eyes were calm, and his complexion remained unchanged, which made people look very unfathomable.

After Sun Mengjiao asked this sentence, she was also extremely disturbed, mixed with a trace of regret.

Anyway, she should be grateful to her father for transferring her to another hospital and taking her away from Luo Hao.

"If you don't sign it, Luo's Newspaper will go bankrupt. You should think about it carefully." Zhao Zifeng seemed to have no emotion on his stern face.

He didn't answer directly.

But Sun Mengjiao had already heard what he meant from his words.

In this matter, besides him, who else has such a great ability to collapse as soon as they say it.

He is a dignified president of the Huaze Group, and he will not target a newspaper for her just because of the simple relationship between the two. After all, it is obviously thankless for him. His rights and status, There is no need to care about these small things at all, is it because of other intentions?
Sun Mengjiao stared at the divorce agreement for a while, then suddenly raised her eyes and asked, "Why did you help me?"

Seeing her hesitation, Zhao Zifeng frowned, and walked towards the door with a sullen face.

Sun Mengjiao was startled, and turned to look at him, thinking that he was about to leave without saying a word.

But when he touched the doorknob, he suddenly stopped and said: "I just want to pay you back for saving me."

After speaking, he left the room directly.

The door of the room was closed, and the room was quiet again. Sun Mengjiao sighed, sat on the edge of the bed, and opened the divorce agreement again.

All the fonts are very formulaic, maybe all divorces are completely separated with only such a black and white letter.

It's ridiculous to think about it, and the same is true for a marriage certificate, but it can't bind those who are desperately trying to separate.

She picked up the pen on the table, and paused for a long time at the blank signature space at the bottom, without writing for a long time.

She couldn't bear to sign this word, she frowned slightly, and threw the pen on the ground fiercely.

She really wanted to divorce Luo Hao immediately, to treat both of him and her well, and not to be entangled and threatened by Xin Chuyi, let alone dodge because of her and Zhao Zifeng's affairs.

But no matter what, the Luo family was kind to her and her father. Since her father fell ill and was hospitalized, Luo Zhiguo had spent a lot of money and energy, treating her like his own daughter.

She cannot be ungrateful.

She sat blankly on the bed for almost an hour before she made up her mind and picked up her cell phone to call Zhao Zifeng.

The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.

Sun Mengjiao thought in despair, maybe he didn't want to answer it at all, and when she was about to put down the phone, the call was connected.

"Have you figured it out?" Zhao Zifeng's deep and magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone. His voice was very recognizable. Even if someone was talking next to him, Sun Mengjiao could automatically filter out others and hear his voice.

Sun Mengjiao thought about it for a while, and asked tentatively, "Where are you now?"

She was so angry before that she blurted out calling him Mr. Zhao, but now she calmed down and felt that something was wrong, after thinking about it, she didn't know what to shout, so she simply omitted it.

After a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, the location was simply announced, "Yulin Restaurant."

Sun Mengjiao read it aloud, and then thought that maybe he was discussing business, and it would be inconvenient if he went rashly at this time.

But the issue of Luo's newspaper and the divorce agreement was imminent, and she was afraid that the more it was delayed, the more trouble would arise.

"Well, is it convenient to go there now?" Sun Mengjiao asked after hesitation.

"The plan is good, but Hua Ze's..."

After Sun Mengjiao finished speaking, she heard that the other end of the phone seemed to be busy discussing business, maybe Zhao Zifeng didn't hear her words at all.

She waited for a while, ready to hang up the phone knowingly.

But he ordered directly: "Come here now, room 168."

After finishing speaking, before Sun Mengjiao could respond, she hung up the phone.

Sun Mengjiao pulled the loose clothes on her upper body, looked at the bruises that could not be covered up long ago, gritted her teeth, and after leaving the hotel, she chose a set of clothes at a nearby clothing store, and then returned to the hotel to take a simple shower , before rushing to the Yulin restaurant.

This restaurant is in the center of the city. It is a restaurant with a mysterious atmosphere and unlimited freedom as its promotional theme. The space inside is quite large.

It was the first time for her to come to this restaurant, and she walked to the front desk a little awkwardly and asked, "Miss, where is Box 168?"

The front desk and waiters here are more fashionable than those in ordinary restaurants, and they are all tall and have long legs, and their body proportions are excellent.

The front desk glanced at Sun Mengjiao. Except for her face exposed, her whole body was wrapped like a rice dumpling. She frowned slightly and said, "Room 168 is a private room, and you can't enter it without Mr. Zhao's permission."

The guests who come here are all rich or expensive. You can tell a thing or two just by looking at the clothes of the people. The woman in front of you is full of cheap goods. Could it be that she is here for excitement?

Or maybe you’ve watched too many TV shows, come here to create a scene where Cinderella meets the CEO?

Besides, this Zhao Zifeng is the ultimate goal of all the single women in their restaurant in Yulin, how could they allow such a shabby girl of unknown origin to rob them!
Sun Mengjiao opened her mouth, obviously feeling the disdain in the front desk clerk's eyes, smiled lightly, took out her cell phone and dialed Zhao Zifeng.

"Mr. Zhao, are you in private room 168?" She turned on the speakerphone, spoke louder on purpose, and looked at the front desk attendant provocatively.

"Hmm." One short word that couldn't be shorter ended the call.

Before Sun Mengjiao finished what she wanted to say, she shook her phone in front of the receptionist, "Can I go in?"

The front desk clerk hesitated, but still refused, "No."

When there was a stalemate outside and Sun Mengjiao was not allowed to enter, Zhao Zifeng's assistant came out of the private room, stood beside Sun Mengjiao, and said respectfully, "Miss Sun, please follow me this way."

The front desk clerk was so startled that her jaw almost dropped to the floor, no matter how repulsed she was, she could only let her in.

Even when Zhao Zifeng's assistant was talking about cooperation, he had never seen him be so respectful, but now he is so respectful to such a girl in ordinary clothes, it's unbelievable.

Sun Mengjiao was afraid that Zhao Zifeng was still talking about cooperation, so she slowed down when she reached the door, preparing to go in later.

"Come in."

Sun Mengjiao took two steps slowly. After entering, she glanced at the private room. Apart from him and his assistant, there was no third person inside.

Zhao Zifeng winked at the assistant behind him, and he went straight out and closed the door of the private room.

There were only the two of them left in the spacious room.

I don’t know if I’ve never been here before, but the private room is so spacious, it’s almost the same as the facilities in a hotel, even with a bed.

To be exact, it is much more luxurious than a hotel.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Zifeng sat on the sofa, half up, with his hands on the back of the sofa, his legs crossed, and a bottle of red wine in his hand, with a lazy posture and a noble demeanor.

"Well, that..." Sun Mengjiao slowly approached Zhao Zifeng, stood in front of him, looked directly into his dark pupils, "I want to ask, is there any room for maneuver in the divorce agreement?"

Zhao Zifeng's face immediately sank obviously, the air pressure around him was so low that it was hard to breathe.

He put the wine glass heavily on the table, making Sun Mengjiao tremble in fright.

He stood up suddenly, squeezed Sun Mengjiao's wrist, squinted his eyes and raised his voice to ask: "Why? Is it because of Luo Hao?"

When Sun Mengjiao heard this, she frowned slightly and looked at him, not knowing how to answer for a while.

"I'm sorry, no! If you don't sign it, Roche will have to go bankrupt." His voice dropped suddenly again, making Sun Mengjiao's chest tight, as if something was blocking her.

Sun Mengjiao was impatient, met his gaze, and said angrily: "It's not because of Luo Hao! Don't you have to do this to kill them all?"

Zhao Zifeng paused slightly, stared at her for a while, then let go of his hand suddenly, and sat back on the sofa chair.

This gesture was clearly waiting for Sun Mengjiao to explain herself.

She pursed her lips, and after she calmed down a little, she looked at him with a grin, "It's because his father is kind to me and my father, and I can't be an ungrateful person because of the matter with Luo Hao." Bar."

The last sentence is not a question, nor is it asking for his approval, but expressing her inner persistence.

No matter what she encountered in life, she kept her heart.

Zhao Zifeng was a little moved. He had also investigated these things, but he was not a weak and kind person. Since he made the first step, he would never stop.

Sun Mengjiao spoke out what was in her heart, but she didn't see any reaction from him, so she asked cautiously, "Is there any room for maneuver now?"

The pupils in Zhao Zifeng's deep eyes moved slightly, he lowered his eyes, picked up his wine glass and took a sip, "It's not impossible, it's just..."

As soon as Sun Mengjiao heard that there was hope, her spirits perked up, and she hurriedly asked, "It's just what?"

He crossed his legs, put his bony hands on his knees, and patted them again and again, with a wicked smile on his lips, "Now you are pleasing me, I can think about it."

Sun Mengjiao's face immediately became stiff, extending all the way to her whole body, biting her lips and staring at him blankly, completely at a loss.

Her hands and feet were completely out of control, and her brows became more and more wrinkled, and she couldn't move no matter what.

Especially under the gaze of his deep swirl-like pupils, she felt that she was fixed, and the words please hit her mind repeatedly.

Although she happened with him every time, but she couldn't do it in such a sober state, and in broad daylight.

The atmosphere in the room was particularly depressing and somewhat inexplicably ambiguous.

"I..." Just as Sun Mengjiao uttered a word, her face was on fire, and she couldn't say another word.

Zhao Zifeng looked at her coldly, seeing that she hadn't moved for a long time, he frowned, "Why? Give up?"

The original slight curvature of the corners of the mouth gradually receded, leaving only her thin lips pursed, her face tensed and indifferent.

As soon as he stopped slapping his hands, he stood up with a sullen face, "Assistant."

"Wait a minute!" Sun Mengjiao tried her best to move her fingers on the side of her body to slow down, and just as he passed by, she grabbed his arm and said softly, "I'm not feeling well. Can't change the day?"

When she said this, Sun Mengjiao didn't even dare to look him in the eyes, she just lowered her eyes to stare at the floor, wishing she could find a crack in the ground and slip down.

But when she didn't notice, Zhao Zifeng heard the words, glanced sideways slightly, and saw that the blush on her face had reached to the base of her ears, her mood improved inexplicably, and a trace of satisfaction flashed in her eyes.

"Mr. Zhao." The assistant suddenly pushed the door open and entered, seeing the scene in the room, his face changed slightly, and he hurriedly lowered his head.

Seeing someone coming in, Sun Mengjiao let go of his arm in a hurry and coughed twice to ease the embarrassment.

Zhao Zifeng's deep eyes only glanced at Sun Mengjiao lightly, and left the private room.

When their footsteps faded away, Sun Mengjiao remembered that Zhao Zifeng hadn't answered her about what happened just now, so she hurriedly chased them out, but the car had already driven away.