Meng Jiao slipped into the community in her Porsche. As the car turned off, the two people, each with their own concerns, fell silent.
"Thank you for drinking with me today. I'm going back to the dormitory first. I'll treat you another day." Zhao Dong said and got off the car.
Meng Jiao spoke first, "Why don't you go in and sit for a while?"
Zhao Dong originally wanted to refuse, but when the words came to his lips, he changed his mind for some reason, "It's so late, is it appropriate?"
"Why is there so much nonsense? Come here whenever you want, and no one is stopping you!" Meng Jiao got out of the car, opened the door and entered the house. Whether intentionally or not, the door was only half-closed, as if it was a sign that something was about to happen.
When Zhao Dong followed, he happened to see Meng Jiao bending over her slippers, her two slender thighs exposed, and even the air she breathed around her mouth became hot.
"Why are you standing there so stupidly?" Meng Jiao looked back and met Zhao Dong's eyes.
As their eyes met, the air instantly heated up, but before the two of them could get closer, an unexpected bell broke the atmosphere.
Zhao Dong picked it up and saw that it was a call from Sophie.
"Sorry, I have something to do." Zhao Dong said apologetically.
Meng Jiao smiled understandingly, "Go ahead, I'm very happy today."
After saying that, she took the initiative to step forward, straighten Zhao Dong's collar, and then sent him away with gentle eyes.
...
Zhao Dong walked far away before answering the phone.
"What are you doing?"
Hearing Sophie's voice, Zhao Dong frowned. This woman seemed to have been drinking?
He calmed down his tone before saying, "Nothing."
Sophie said domineeringly, "Now, appear in front of me immediately!"
Zhao Dong felt unhappy for a while, why should I go there when you let me go?
He refused: "I'm going to bed. Let's talk about it tomorrow if we have anything to do."
"I'll give you five minutes. If you don't come, don't regret it!" Then, a busy signal came from the phone.
Shit... trough!
Zhao Dong was so angry that he almost threw the phone out of his hand. After suppressing his anger, he was defeated in the end.
When he knocked on the door, he was still wondering, did he owe her something in his previous life? Although he said he would be responsible for her, he would not tolerate it unconditionally. If she didn't apologize to him today, damn it, this would never be over!
He flirted with other men in front of him and said so many heartless words. Do you really think he has no temper at all? The worst case scenario is that they part ways, what's the big deal?
Not only that, but today I have to make it clear to her that Zhao Dong can tolerate anything but cuckoldry!
When the door opened, Zhao Dong prepared a lot of words, but he fell silent before he could speak.
Sophie didn't even change her clothes. She only had a small white suit on her body, draped crookedly on her shoulders.
Moreover, her hair was messy and she smelled of alcohol. She just drank alcohol. Her eye circles were slightly red and bruised. She had obviously cried just now, and the crying was not light.
Zhao Dong had been holding back his anger all the way, and his words were replaced by a question on his lips, "Are you crying?"
It was okay if Zhao Dong didn't ask. After hearing this, Sophie could no longer bear the grievance in her heart.
"I want you to take care of it!" She turned her head, biting the corner of her mouth, her eyes widened, just not wanting to let tears flow out.
How could there be any trace of a domineering president in that aggrieved look?
Once the aloof goddess falls into the mortal world, I am afraid that no man can be hard-hearted, not even Zhao Dong.
Especially facing Sophie at this moment, even Bai Liangang has become a finger-wrap.
Sophie opened the door, walked into the living room alone, and sat cross-legged on the sofa, "What's wrong with your hand?"