Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  Han Xiaoye left the office and did not return to the villa.

   She was so uncomfortable, she went to the hospital to see her red and swollen wrist, and then she lined up to get medicine and asked the nurse to help bandage it. By the time I got out of the hospital after all this was done, it was already dark outside. The hungry Gululu protested, she took a taxi, called Mo Qi, and went to a hot pot restaurant in the alley near the entertainment company.

Since the last gas explosion, Mo Qi announced her resignation from Time Like Water 2. She thought she would have to pay a large amount of liquidated damages, but for some reason, the director agreed to resign without even asking for a dime. .

   If you don’t act like water, the schedule will be vacated. Shanni helped her pick up a few commercials. During this time, Mo Qi was shooting commercials everywhere.

   I just finished filming an advertisement for my aunt's paper some time ago.

   The hot pot restaurant is only 30 square meters in size, and there are sparsely arranged six tables in it. Because it is not yet time to eat, there are not many people in the hot pot restaurant. As soon as Han Xiaoye entered, she saw the person wearing a hat staring at the hot pot with bright eyes. She pulled out the bench and sat opposite.

Hearing the movement, Mo Qi took his eyes away from the tumbling soup with difficulty, split her eyes a few times, and smiled, "Xiao Niu Han, you see that the uncle is giving you more face, you call, and immediately risk your life to take Shan Shan. Sister Ni's dinner has been pushed. How about it, do you do it?"

   "Hmm." Her absent-mindedness was so obvious that Mo Qi couldn't even see it. Her eyes moved, and it landed on her wrist, her complexion changed, "What's wrong with your hand?"

  Han Xiaoye hid his left hand indistinctly, and finally got a reaction, and said depressedly, "Qiqi, my uncle and I quarreled."

"what's the situation?"

  Mo Qi already knew about her relationship with Fu Zhiyan, Han Xiaoye didn't hide it, and briefly explained what happened at school. Then he held his breath and tightened his face, "I won't bow my head first if I say anything this time. I won't go back unless he calls me."

   "Then did he call you?"

  Mo Qi's words were originally unintentional, but they didn't expect to hit Han Xiaoye's sore spot.

  Fu Zhiyan really didn't call her.

   She has been out for more than two hours, let alone a phone call, not a single text message. She felt even more uncomfortable in her heart. She took a breath to suppress the sourness, called the boss, and ordered several meat dishes before she felt more comfortable!

   She will turn grief and anger into appetite!

   A meal, what you eat is called a scrap of wind and clouds.

   Obviously they were two girls, but they beat the two guys at the next table, and when they settled the bill, the boss looked at them with scrutiny.

As soon as he came out of the hot pot restaurant, Mo Qi, who was full of red food, glanced at the person who kept looking at the phone, stretched out his hand to put a hug on her shoulder, and said very boldly, "Isn't he just a man? You forgot your last name."

  Han Xiaoye didn't want to go, but the phone didn't respond at all. He took a sigh of relief and got into the car.

  …

  The fun place Mo Qi said was the night of the biggest bar in the capital.

It was at the beginning of the night life, and there were cars coming and going in the dark. Mo Qi led her in, found a booth in the corner, ordered two bottles of foreign wine with a relatively low degree, opened the bottle and poured her a glass. "Come on, it's done."

  Han Xiaoye is the first time to really come to a bar. She has been to the Emgrand Clubhouse and Saipan tavern before, but Emgrand is more like a high-end KTV than a bar. Not to mention the bistros in the tourist areas, which are more like drinking cafes than bars.

   The music here is deafening, and the women dancing on the stage are twisting and turning on the pole in the three-point pose, which makes people feel provocative. Han Xiaoye looked around curiously, but lost interest. He lowered his head, raised his glass, and touched Mo Qi, "Drink!"

   put it in the past, even if she was killed, she would not dare to enter the bar.

   As far as Fu Zhiyan's character is concerned, if she knew that she went to play in such a smoky place, she would definitely be very angry. But now that she thought that he would be angry, she felt a little more comfortable.

   Originally, why did she just live and die with her own stupidity and anger, and he was like a normal person?

  Han Xiaoye looked at the black screen of the mobile phone on the table, feeling like a cat scratching his heart, it hurt and itchy. Afraid that she couldn't help holding her phone, she picked up the wine bottle and poured a glass, completely ignoring Mo Qi, so she toasted.

   In a blink of an eye, she drank several glasses.

  Mo Qi didn't stop her. He originally wanted to let her drink it. Anyway, the degree of alcohol is not high, so even if he drinks a few more glasses, he will not get drunk.

  But Mo Qi didn't expect that, without stopping her, she was really like Li Bai, pouring wine into her stomach as water, and seeing that it was just nine o'clock, she had already drank half a bottle. Mo Qi finally couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed the bottle, and said in pain, "Little Han, a bottle of 2,000, I've worked hard to sell the hard-earned money I made by selling the skin, you can give me a taste of it before swallowing it. ?"

"Hey, you betray your skin?" Han Xiaoye's cheeks were already a little red, his eyes roguely swept between Mo Qi's legs, his mouth opened wide, and he sang, "You have a little bird that accidentally flew away, la la."

  Little bird, fly away...

Mo Qi is not ashamed, but proud, "What's wrong with no birds, can you do a good job without birds? At first glance, you have insufficient theoretical knowledge. One day, the uncle will give you a good popularization of what is called modern technology. Besides, I Does it rely on birds to attract fans? Does the uncle rely on his face?" Mao-Pian theory!

   "Pfft." She was in a very bad mood, but Fu Zhiyan didn't call her, she was about to die of heartache. But when Mo Qi was making jokes like this, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

   While the two were talking, a group of people came in.

   The manager of the lobby personally led the way, nodding and bowing. Because there are not many people in the bar, this movement is quite big. Han Xiaoye couldn't help but glanced over there. Originally, he just glanced curiously, and almost broke the wine glass in an instant. She actually saw it—Qin Fang!

   In the middle of the crowd, who is brilliant and the person next to him is smiling and talking, who is Qin Fang?

  Han Xiaoye looked at his baby face, and at the beautiful woman next to him, his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

  Why is Qin Fang here? Who is the woman next to you? What about Rarity?

   She rushed up without impulse, held back, and covered her face with a cup to avoid being discovered.

   Qin Fang and his party had about a dozen people, who seemed to have high status. The manager of the bar led them to the VIP seat opposite them. After a while, more than a dozen beauties in fashionable dresses sat over...

  After nine o'clock, there were more people in the bar, people kept coming in, and the DJ started to sing. The music is deafening, the neon lights are flashing, and the beauties dancing on the stage are even more bold, and even the people playing in the bar are bold.