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

turned his head to look at her, and

back, “Could it be that Mr. Lewis can’t count

Boris chuckled, “Say it, don’t make me

sleep on the bed, and

to have heard a joke, “Why should I

I’m going to sleep in

didn’t budge, “I want to

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

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

“Then let’s sleep

the proposal, pursed her lips, and pondered for a while, “We can compete, and whoever wins will sleep on

took out the remaining money and told

was tinged with sarcasm, “Compare me to making money? How dare

the mockery in his

a child, he dominated the stock market when he was a teenager, and made a lot

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

have the strength to

But…

or not will be decided after the comparison.”

her made Boris a

raised his eyebrows with a light smile, “Okay. How

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

and asked her back as if teasing a cat, “Do you have any

harmless, but her tone was arrogant, “Mr. Lewis,

enemy.”

at her, “Then show your skills

they divided the

a lot of discussion on

risen from fighting each other to competing…

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

strange. Why

Ziana! If he has

really funny. Ziana doesn’t

Get Exis

to make money

already figured out a way

would definitely not work, so she

taxi to Warren Hotel, she passed a stock exchange, less than one hundred meters

the hotel.

had the same idea as her, which was