The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee

Chapter 129 Sleep Together

The overall tone of the room was red.

Red curtains, red big round bed.

There was also a round red gauze hanging on the big round bed.

Above the head was a flickering red light strip.

On the wall directly opposite, there was a huge projection, and on the walls on both sides of the projection, there were all kinds of hot posters.

On the left were two computers and red light strips tied to the desk and chair, blinking.

All kinds of ambiguous lights were shining, and everything looked so unscrupulous.

“What is this?” Boris frowned, his gloomy handsome face was full of disgust.

Ziana understood what he meant in seconds, and agreed, “Not only ugly but also very vulgar. The aesthetics of the

crew should be improved.”

“This aesthetic is hopeless.” Boris sneered, “Just like putting oxygen tanks on the dead, which is useless.”

He frowned and looked at the room carefully, seeing the vulgar atmosphere emanating from every corner, he frowned

deeper and deeper.

When he was about to criticize a few more, he inadvertently met Ziana’s eyes.

On a midsummer day, the woman’s hot little face was flushed, and the tip of her nose was dripping with sweat, making her look even more beautiful.

Boris’ eyes darkened.

A numb feeling climbed into his heart, and even his whole body was restless.

He thought of that inexperienced kiss, but he felt uncomfortable, so he walked quickly to the bed and sat down.

Ziana also followed, “Mr. Lewis.”

The woman’s body carried a sweet and greasy fragrance. As she was so close, every strand of it penetrated into his

nose.

Boris’ already restless mood became more and more imminent.

His eyes darkened, his face turned cold, and he restrained himself, “What?”

Ziana reminded, “There is only one bed here.”

“I saw it,”

there are two of

turned his head to look at her, and said amusedly, “You are telling

“Could it be that

fool?” Boris chuckled,

was not polite, “Today I will sleep on the bed, and you will

heard a joke, “Why

I’m going to sleep in

Boris didn’t budge, “I want to sleep on the

sleep if you sleep on the bed? I don’t want to sleep

the Scott Family who had to sleep on a bed only worth tens of thousands of dollars. It was already suffering.

sneered, “Then let’s sleep on the bed

proposal, pursed her lips, and pondered for a while, “We can compete, and whoever

she took out the remaining money

sarcasm, “Compare me to making money?

the mockery in his

talent since he was a child, he dominated the stock market when he

people joked that he was a walking money-printing machine before, which showed that his ability to make money had

the

But…

after the comparison.” Ziana looked

in her made Boris a little

who had surprised him frequently recently, and raised his eyebrows with a

each have eighty dollars. As of five o’clock this afternoon, whoever earns the most money will sleep in a

as if teasing a cat,

Her expression was pure and harmless, but

enemy.”

show your skills and let me see what

a verbal agreement, they divided the original funds

a lot of

two have risen from fighting each other to competing… This

next door are making concessions to each other. When it comes to them, they can’t wait to fight. It’s really

strange. Why doesn’t he have a

has a crush on her,

Ziana doesn’t

Get Exis

to make money as soon as

figured out a

work, so she set

came by taxi to Warren Hotel, she passed a stock exchange, less than one

the hotel.

same idea as