When she received the call from Murong Qingzhen, Jiang Zimo had not yet woken up. She had always had a problem with sleeping in bed, so she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable sleeping in a different environment, even in a luxurious palace.
This was also the reason why she kept tossing and turning in her sleep last night.
Early in the morning, Bai Yanbing pestered her to do it again. This time, maybe he had suppressed it for too long, and it actually lasted a full two hours before he let her go.
Therefore, her fatigue is really indescribable.
Even when the hotel delivery person brought all the ordered dishes, Bai Yanbing called her twice in the living room, but she didn't answer.
"Get up and wait until you have lunch before going to bed. You will ruin your stomach and intestines!"
Seeing that Bai Yanbing couldn't afford to call her, he had no choice but to come to the bedroom and pick her up.
Jiang Zimo, who was so weak and sore all over, was sleeping soundly, and impatiently knocked away his hand that came to hug her out of bed. At this time, when she heard the phone ringing suddenly, she was naturally even more dissatisfied. She pouted her mouth and closed her eyes, just talking to her.
Yan Bing's arms arched.
Bai Yanbing smiled and kissed her hair, then reached out and took the mobile phone that was placed beside her pillow.
Just as he was about to press it, he saw that the long series of numbers belonged to Murong Qingzhen. He curled his lips slightly and pressed the answer button: "Hey, it's so early. Is there anything you can do?"
"It's so noisy! You won't let me sleep." Jiang Zimo, who was still awake in his arms, groaned and twisted, frowning and complaining.
Before Murong Qingzhen could speak, Bai Yanbing smiled and said, "I'm really sorry. It seems I'm not the only one who doesn't want to answer your call at this time."
As he expected, Murong Qingzhen immediately hung up the phone without saying a word.
The Asian assistant who had just arrived from Paris saw that he looked unhappy and asked cautiously: "Sir, do you still have a reservation for dinner and white roses?"
Murong Qingzhen didn't answer. He lit a cigarette without taking a breath. He didn't take a breath until it burned out before finally speaking: "As usual."
The assistant nodded and was about to go out when he heard him say again: "Before dinner, find a way to turn off the Bai Yanbing."
"Yes." The assistant bowed, his tone as respectful as his manner.
Murong Qingzhen walked back to the floor-to-ceiling window again, and he stared quietly at the streets of Zurich outside the window. The weather was fine, and there were many young lovers walking hand in hand on the road. His eyes wandered blankly, and he placed the shirt on both sides of his trousers.
His hands gradually clenched into fists.
Someone knocked on the door and came in, and his entourage went to receive him. After a while, Aarons' figure appeared behind him.
"Hi! Charles, the weather is so nice, why don't you go fishing with me? By the way, let's take a good look back at our campus life...".
Before he finished speaking, Murong Qingzhen suddenly punched him.
He struck out quickly and accurately, hitting Irons's abdomen again. It hit hard all at once, and Irons almost didn't even have time to hum before he collapsed on the carpet.
"Haha, Charles, I didn't expect that you... you really love her... What a pity! You are not in my heart at all... You also saw her and that man at the press conference last night...
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Murong Qingzhen picked up his collar, and the gloom in his eyes was so thick that it seemed impossible to get rid of it.
He said to Ellens word for word: "She is my woman, Ellens, how dare you touch her ----- you know? What price will you pay for this? Huh?"
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It’s eight updates, and one update has a thousand words. Think about it for yourself. If your speed is faster than mine, then I have nothing to say. Also, the bookstore’s updates will be a few hours later than those on the Internet. In many cases, I have already
Updated, but it's just out of sync, and there's nothing I can do about it. I'll take a break and come back in the evening.