The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

Zhang Qiqi's identity as President of the Zhang Corporation had been removed.    

    

Ah.    

    

How ridiculous.    

    

They were obviously Zhang Dashan's children, but why was he always looked down upon?    

    

Just because he was a girl?!    

    

"Creak. . . "    

    

Suddenly, the door to the room was pushed open. Zhang Qiqi, who was sitting on the sofa, opened her eyes. She was wearing a sapphire blue pajamas, revealing large patches of fair skin. She raised her eyes to look at the person who came in from outside the door.    

    

It seemed to be a little cold outside.    

    

When Wu Zhe came in, he saw Zhang Qiqi sitting on the sofa.    

    

He was wearing a black down jacket. He took off his hat and took out a bunch of bright red roses from his back. "I saw a flower seller downstairs just now, so I bought some for him. Does it look good?"    

    

Wu Zhe had a smile on his face.    

    

"Hmph. "    

    

Zhang Qiqi snorted coldly and glanced at Wu Zhe indifferently. She then continued to pick up the red wine on the coffee table.    

    

The red wine had already woken up a long time ago.    

    

She embedded an entire wall of red wine on the wall of the living room.    

    

"Wu Zhe, don't think I don't know what you are doing today. You want to get rid of me by buying flowers? Do I, Zhang Qiqi, look like someone who is easy to fool? "    

    

Zhang Qiqi drank as if there was no one else around.    

    

Wu Zhe's heart skipped a beat. The expression on his face did not change. "What can I do? I just went to find a job. "    

    

Silence.    

    

The room was silent.    

    

The sound of Wu Zhe taking off his down jacket could be heard, revealing the white wool sweater inside.    

    

His figure was actually very good. Not inferior to any model.    

    

Zhang Qiqi said, "Then did you find it?"    

    

Not yet. It's not easy to find a suitable job with this idea.    

    

Wu Zhe said that and changed into slippers, walking towards Zhang Qiqi. Just as he poured himself a glass of wine, Zhang Qiqi pressed down on his arm.    

    

"Is that so?"    

    

"Yes, yes. "    

    

"Why do I feel like you're not looking for a job at all?"    

    

Wu Zhe's heart tightened.    

    

Did Zhang Qiqi discover something?    

    

His expression finally loosened a little.    

    

Zhang Qiqi suddenly let go of Wu Zhe's hand. She shook the red wine in her hand and pulled her red lips, "Huh. "    

    

"What happened to you today? It seems like you are not in a good mood. "    

    

Wu Zhe took the initiative to kiss Zhang Qiqi's face. He was familiar with every sensitive point on Zhang Qiqi's body. Very soon, Zhang Qiqi let out a moan and her expression became lost.    

    

"Wu Zhe. . . "    

    

"Hmm?"    

    

"You'd better not lie to me. " Zhang Qiqi said coldly.    

    

Wu Zhe answered vaguely. He had already bent down to pick up Zhang Qiqi, who was on the sofa, and walked directly to the bedside of the bedroom.    

    

. . .    

    

It was a lovely room.    

    

After that, Zhang Qiqi sighed comfortably, "Why don't I drive that Porsche for you. "    

    

"What?"    

    

Wu Zhe thought he heard it wrong.    

    

He turned to look at the person beside him and found that Zhang Qiqi's expression was very calm. Just as Wu Zhe was in a daze, Zhang Qiqi suddenly flipped over and pressed down on Wu Zhe's body. "Don't you like it? Also, you don't need to find a job. You just graduated today. What kind of good job can a graduate get? Isn't it just starting from scratch? How about this, I'll let my brother arrange a position for you in the company. You can directly go to the company to work tomorrow. "    

    

" Zhang Zhishuo? "    

    

"Yes, said Wang Yao. Don't just look at how this old man is trying to prevent me from taking the Zhang Corporation for myself. But my brother still pampers me quite a bit. "