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,”

are two of

look at her, and said

asked back, “Could it be that Mr.

a fool?” Boris chuckled, “Say it, don’t

“Today I will sleep on the bed,

heard a joke, “Why

I’m going to sleep in

Boris didn’t budge, “I want to sleep

the bed? I don’t

to sleep on a bed only worth tens of thousands of dollars. It was already suffering. Did he still want

“Then let’s sleep on

for a while, “We can compete, and whoever

money and told him, “We compete to make

and sharp gaze was tinged with sarcasm, “Compare me to making money? How

could hear the mockery in his

he dominated the stock market when he was

joked that he was a walking money-printing machine before, which showed that his

have the strength to be

But…

or not will be decided after the comparison.” Ziana looked at him with

made Boris a

him frequently recently, and raised his eyebrows with a light smile,

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 bed. Is

Boris smiled and asked her back as if teasing a

smiled. Her expression was pure and harmless, but her

enemy.”

looked at her, “Then show your skills and let me see what you can

reached a verbal agreement, they divided the original funds and

of discussion on the

have risen from fighting each other to competing… This is a

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

is really strange. Why doesn’t he have a

Ziana! If he has a crush on her,

funny. Ziana doesn’t like Mr.

Get Exis

had to make money as soon as

figured out a way

so she set her sights

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

the hotel.

had the same idea as her,