A Sweet Marriage Is Worth Billions: Mysterious Young Master Moh's Cute and Sweet Wife Novel - Chapter 342

Chapter 342: Why is he here?

Translator: 549690339

At eleveno’ clock that night, Liu Sijie went to a quiet bar and drank a cold drink. The weather was cold, and she was feeling very good. Perhaps it was New Year’s Day today, so the bar was a little quiet. Perhaps many people had returned home to reunite. She was supposed to go and look for Shen chengjing, but something had happened to her.

So, she spent the day alone. The BOSS of the bar saw that she was customer service and was alone today, so he considerately gave her a glass. The “lover’s tears “made her not know whether to laugh or cry.

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“I told you to go to a nightclub, but you didn’t go!” At this moment, someone said in a low voice,”come be quiet, but you’re not happy.”

Who was Zhou Yuncheng? That was a place famous for being playful and picking beautiful women for dates. This kind of place was for artistic youths, and it didn’t match his temperament at all.

“You can go, I won’t stop you.” Wang Jinhao said in a low voice. He flicked his fingers, and a waiter came over. He ordered a bottle of fine red wine.

Zhou Yun Cheng heard him say this and was not happy.

“If I didn’t want to accompany you, would I be here? Don’t you know what it means to face difficulties together?”

“Difficult? Are you talking about you or me?” Wang Jinhao raised his eyebrows and stared at his friend with an enigmatic expression.

Zhou Yun Cheng was fleeing from a disaster. He didn’t even dare to go to high-class nightclubs now. Last time, he seemed to have been hit by a woman again. The thing he regretted the most in his life was that he didn’t hit women, so that woman actually hit him twice!

“Hey, what are you saying? We’ve grown up wearing the same pair of pants. ”

“Your pants don’t suit me.” Wang Jinhao did not give him any face.

Zhou Yuncheng felt bored as he listened. He picked up his phone and called mo Yancheng, but he realized that no one picked up even after countless calls.

“Foolish.” Wang Jinhao chuckled in a low voice.

“What do you mean? Sheng, if it wasn’t for the fact that we’re on good terms, I would’ve already beaten you up. ” Zhou Yuncheng threw his phone on the stage with a “pa” sound, angry.

“Can you change the words? Who’s been good to you? I’d rather be lacking than have a lousy one, and even if you’re rotten, you still have to pick the best. They’re of different grades, okay?” The man didn’t buy it and retorted directly.

“I’m not good at making friends. How can I have a good friend like you?” Zhou Yuncheng took the wine and drank it all in one gulp. He was very unhappy.

The two of them had always been at odds with each other and quarreled the moment they met. Mo Yancheng was the only one who could keep his cool. He only spoke when they were exhausted from their quarrels.

Wang Jinhao lowered his head and sipped his wine. His slender fingers held the glass lightly. Suddenly, his eyes fell on the figure in front of him. There were some sparks in his deep, dark eyes.

“Hey, where are you going? Hey. ” Zhou Yuncheng watched him pick up the red wine, turn around, and walk forward.

Wang Jinhao was a more reserved person. He was a workaholic, mature, and steady in his work. It could be said that he had inherited some of mo Yancheng’s good qualities. Zhou Yuncheng’s cynicism was a slight contrast to his.

“Pick up girls? It’s raining red now, right?” Zhou Yuncheng couldn’t believe it. Seeing Wang Jinhao walk to the front and say something, he quickly grabbed his phone, turned on the camera, and took a few high-definition photos.

“I’ll let you be a Playboy. I have something on you. Let’s see if you’ll still be obedient.” Zhou Yuncheng said in a low voice, and just as he was feeling very happy, he sent a message to his friend circle, note: “Master Wang’s late night date.”

Ring! At this moment, his phone rang. He had accidentally clicked on it because he was posting on his moments.

“Where are you? How dare you hang up on me just now? Do you believe that I’ll immediately find out all eighteen generations of your ancestors?” Jiang Yuanyuan’s arrogant voice was heard.

“F * ck, sister, today is New Year’s Day. Can’t you let me be at ease?”