Duck actually offered to help him pay for the room. Mo Wanxi suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.
She looked up at the duck, who was also looking at him, with a pair of eyes as bright as stars and a smile, looking extremely handsome.
Mo Wanxi's face turned even redder when the duck looked at her like this. She originally hated this duck to the extreme, but now that the duck took the initiative to help her out, she actually felt a little fond of him.
Mo Wanxi suddenly said, "It's not a little money, it's more than 100,000..."
"I know!" Duck picked up the pen and signed the bill flamboyantly on the bill handed over by the cashier girl.
I don’t know why Mo Wanxi thinks he looks so handsome and domineering when signing, and doesn’t look like a duck at all.
After He Yucheng signed, he put down his pen and walked away. After walking a few steps, he saw no movement behind him. He turned his head and looked at Mo Wanxi, who was standing blankly, feeling a little funny, "Why don't you want to leave?"
Mo Wanxi nodded and followed her like a chicken pecking at rice. She always felt that this scene was strange. Why would she follow a duck that slept with her?
There is no reason for this?
Walking out of the door of Huafeng Hotel, she kept calling the duck, "Um...I will pay you back your money."
"Well!" He Yucheng said a simple word and took out his mobile phone calmly, "Then add WeChat!"
The purpose of adding WeChat was to make it easier for him to transfer money. Mo Wanxi didn't think much about it and added WeChat to each other.
Mo Wanxi's WeChat avatar is a photo taken when she traveled to Dunhuang some time ago. Mo Wanxi, wearing a red skirt and veil, looked back and smiled in the vast expanse of desert.
As beautiful as a fairy descending to earth, He Yucheng narrowed his eyes and asked, "Would you like me to give you a ride?"
Mo Wanxi wanted to refuse, but thinking that she was penniless now, she agreed.
She followed He Yucheng to the parking spot. Looking at the Maybach driven by He Yucheng, Mo Wanxi was shocked. Are all ducks so rich now?
She was thinking in her mind and actually said it out loud, "You are so rich."
"I borrowed a friend's car!" He Yucheng replied.
Borrowed a friend's car? This friend refers to the rich women she works for, right?
Duck's appearance is simply one of a million, with first-class figure, first-class appearance, and first-class temperament. I guess there are many rich women who spend money on him one after another, right?
Thinking of ducks and countless old women rolling across the sheets, Mo Wanxi felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
He Yucheng didn't know what she was thinking, so he started the car and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Send me to Zhongnan Building." Mo Zhendong stopped her card, and Mo Wanxi had to go to the company to find Mo Zhendong to ask the reason.
He Yucheng came over and clicked on the navigation. Seeing that he actually needed to use the navigation to go to Zhongnan, Mo Wanxi felt a little strange.
Zhongnan Building is less than three kilometers away from Huafeng Hotel. It is surrounded by business districts and rest and entertainment places. Why does it feel strange that Duck actually uses navigation?
Isn't he from Binhai? I felt strange that Mo Wanxi didn't ask, after all, she was not familiar with the duck.
If Meng Weiwei hadn't calculated it the night before, she and Duck would have been on two parallel lines, right?
Thinking of Meng Weiwei using Duck to plot against him, Mo Wanxi felt blocked in his heart. Was Duck and Meng Weiwei a cooperative relationship or was it just Meng Weiwei simply giving him money and he didn't know about the plot?
How about asking the duck?
Mo Wanxi weighed it in her mind for a while before speaking: "That night... how much did you and Meng Weiwei... how much did Meng Weiwei give you?"
"Who is Meng Weiwei?" He Yucheng asked back.
"It's just... that night you and I... paid you to do that to me, the woman."
He Yucheng tilted his head and looked at Mo Wanxi with a cold expression, "What kind of woman spends money? What are you thinking about?"
