Zhao Dong nodded, turned around, and closed the door without even saying a word of nonsense.
Bang!
The door slams shut!
Sophie was stunned for a while. What she just said were all angry words. Of course she knew that Mr. Ma was not a good person, and she also knew that Zhao Dong was worried about her.
But there were countless ways to resolve the trouble just now, but he chose the stupidest one.
Not only did my efforts over the past few days go to waste, it also made the company's situation worse again!
Sophie said those words deliberately to anger him.
But for some reason, she didn't feel happy at all when she saw Zhao Dong's absent-minded look. Instead, she felt even more depressed and kept mumbling to herself.
"You go when I tell you to go. Why didn't I see you so obedient just now?"
"You believe whatever I say? Do you really not defend yourself at all?"
The more Sophie thought about it, the more upset she became. She fell into a contradiction that she couldn't understand, and she couldn't extricate herself for a long time.
…
Zhao Dong walked out of the community aimlessly, seemingly walking easily, but when he came to the street, his unprecedented sense of grievance and loneliness could no longer be suppressed.
I lit a cigarette and wanted to find someone to drink with.
He took out his cell phone and wanted to call Xu San out, but somehow he dialed Meng Jiao's number by accident.
"Hello? It's so late at night, why are you calling me?" The woman on the other end of the phone seemed to have fallen asleep, her voice was a bit out of breath, and her voice was lazy and hoarse, but it sounded like heavenly music at the moment.
Zhao Dong looked at the time, wasn't it? It was almost twelve o'clock.
He suddenly felt a little guilty. It really shouldn't disturb people's dreams so late at night.
Meng Jiao waited for a long time but didn't hear what was going on. She was a little impatient and said, "Why don't you say anything? Did you call the wrong number and you thought I was Goddess Su?"
He was about to hang up the phone when he was stopped by Meng Jiao, "Wait a minute!"
Zhao Dong asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"
Meng Jiao was so angry that she couldn't sleep at all, no matter how sleepy she was, "Zhao Dong, are you okay with your head? You called me at night and you asked me what happened?"
Zhao Dong scratched his head and explained awkwardly, "Oh, I didn't...it's fine."
Meng Jiao is upright and doesn't like to be pretentious. "Stop talking nonsense. If you have something to say, do nothing!"
Zhao Dong was really afraid of offending this woman, so he simply said: "It's nothing, I just want to find someone to drink with."
Meng Jiao was stunned for a moment, then asked directly: "Where are you?"
Not long after waiting, just two cigarettes later, Meng Jiao's white Porsche stopped in front of her.
The car window was lowered halfway, Meng Jiao turned her head and said: "Get in the car!"
Zhao Dong closed the car door, turned around and was stunned.
The light in the carriage was dark, but it was dazzlingly white. I don't know what this woman was thinking, but she didn't even change her clothes and ran out in her pajamas.
The dress is a three-piece suit with a tulle material on the outside. Because the two wrists are casually resting on the steering wheel, the sleeves have fallen down, exposing half of the slender wrists.
Inside is a suspender nightgown. The nightgown is neither long nor short, and is enough to cover the knees. However, because of the driving, the two thighs are overlapped like that, especially in this confined space, which is a bit tempting.
Human impulse to sin.
The innermost part is a lace suspender. Perhaps because of the vacuum, the enchanting arc is not as majestic as usual, but the two gradually deepening arcs are still charming.
In addition, the faint smell of perfume on her body is not pungent, but mellow and intoxicating.
The originally quiet car gradually became heated due to the presence of such a beauty.
"Tell me, where do you want to drink?" Meng Jiao saw that he was silent, and then she noticed where Zhao Dong was looking.
His face turned red for no reason, and he explained casually: "I thought you and Goddess Su were divorcing. I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to get over it, so you wouldn't have time to change. Have you seen enough?"
Zhao Dong quickly changed his gaze and said, "Whatever, just find a food stall nearby."
"That's it. All we have is the night beer. Sit down."
The two of them had their own thoughts and were silent all the way, and soon came to the road near the stadium.
Meng Jiao didn't like the excitement, and because of her inconvenience in dressing, she found a stall with relatively few people, but it still caused quite a stir.
In fact, Meng Jiao's outfit is not much different from an ordinary dress. She has a really good figure, plus her fair skin, her thighs without stockings are particularly eye-catching at night.
A whistle sounded from the stall next door, and a group of young people cheered.
Zhao Dong was in a bad mood, and glanced over with a cold look, instantly cooling down the restless atmosphere.
When it got quiet over there, he pulled out a chair and sat down with a golden sword, blocking the eyes of most men.
Meng Jiao rested her chin with both hands and stared at Zhao Dong seriously.
She likes this most about Zhao Dong. He may seem ordinary, but his movements are unusual, especially the domineering he occasionally shows, which always makes people intoxicated.
Zhao Dong signaled Meng Jiao to order, then he opened a bottle of beer and drank most of it in one gulp.
Meng Jiao randomly ordered some barbecue and seafood, and ordered another spicy crayfish. She grabbed the remaining half bottle of beer from him and drank it without dissatisfaction.
As she raised her head, the light yellow beer juice slid down her snow-white neck, and was completely swallowed by the abyss, which was extremely impactful.
Meng Jiao put down the wine bottle, her lilac tongue stretched out, like a kitten, and gently licked the beer foam from the corner of her mouth.
Zhao Dong turned his head hastily, and the anger he had finally suppressed was reignited by her simple movement.
Meng Jiao was laughing so hard. He was such an interesting man. A casual flirtation could make him blush. He was as innocent as a boy next door. It was really hard to connect him with the tall figure who was protecting her behind him.
"Let me ask you a question, do I look good?" Meng Jiao looked serious, without the shyness of an ordinary girl.
Zhao Dong nodded without hesitation.
Meng Jiao asked curiously, "In your eyes, who is more beautiful, me or Goddess Su?"
Zhao Dong was stumped. There was really no comparison. Her beauty was different from Sophie's. Sophie had that cool goddess temperament, which was so perfect that it was hard for people to feel blasphemous.
And Meng Jiao has a charming temperament, which is different from Shu Qing's. Shu Qing is physically plump, while her body is slim, and she has the kind of charm that comes from the bones, without words or body, just
The kind that can make people numb with just one look.
She is beautiful, but does not have the sense of superiority and distance that Sophie has. This is Zhao Dong's evaluation of her.
However, these words obviously cannot be said out loud. Zhao Dong thought about the wording for a moment, then bit into a bottle of beer, "They are all beautiful, each has his or her own beauty!"
Meng Jiao rolled her eyes, "Don't be naughty! Tell me, who do you like more?"
Although Zhao Dong didn't have high emotional intelligence, he knew how to answer this kind of question. He said without thinking, "I must like you, otherwise I wouldn't have called you so late."
Meng Jiao nodded with satisfaction, "If you pass the test, it's not in vain for me to drink northwest wind with you all night!"
As he said this, he took the beer and each poured a glass.
Barbecue and lobster were quickly served on the table. As he drank the beer, the annoyance in Zhao Dong's heart gradually receded, and the unhappiness that had just occurred finally dissipated somewhat.
Women are all gossips, and Meng Jiao is no exception.
She wiped her hands and asked, "Tell me, did you have a quarrel with Goddess Su?"
"Can we not mention her tonight?" Zhao Dong was furious when he heard Sophie's name, especially the words she just said were like a knife cutting into his heart.
"Hey, yo, looking at your innocence, this is your first love, right?" Meng Jiao was even more curious, but it was hard to ask again.
The two chatted and the whole box of beer was quickly consumed.
Zhao Dong didn't expect that Meng Jiao had such a good drinking capacity. Seeing that she wanted to get some wine, he hurriedly persuaded her: "Stop drinking. If you drink more, it will be too much!"
Meng Jiao said with drunken eyes, "Drinking too much...didn't it just...just...accomplish your wish?"
Zhao Dong stared at the two blushes on her cheeks, "What can I think about?"
Meng Jiao breathed out hot breath, "When I get drunk, can't you put me on the big bed?"
As she spoke, she stretched out her index finger and lightly scratched Zhao Dong's palm.
Zhao Dong's throat was dry and his lips were astringent, as if he had been hit by a high-voltage electric current of 100,000 volts, and his heartbeat accelerated instantly!