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

be that Mr. Lewis

fool?” Boris chuckled, “Say it,

sleep on the bed, and you will sleep on the

seemed to have heard a joke, “Why should I sleep

to

kidding me?” Boris didn’t budge,

bed? I

only worth tens

sneered, “Then let’s sleep

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

the remaining money and told him, “We compete

and sharp gaze was tinged with sarcasm, “Compare me to

the mockery in

stock market when he was

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

did have the strength to

But…

be decided after the comparison.” Ziana looked at him with

made

thought of her who had surprised him frequently recently, and raised his

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

asked her back as if teasing

was pure and harmless, but her tone was arrogant,

enemy.”

squinted his eyes and looked at her, “Then show your skills and

a verbal agreement, they divided the original

lot of discussion on

to competing… This is a Coupling

concessions to each other. When it comes to them, they

Lewis is really strange. Why doesn’t

has no feelings for Ziana! If he has a crush on her, he will definitely take

funny. Ziana doesn’t

Get Exis

had to make money as soon

already figured out

she set

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

the hotel.

the same idea as her,