The Hidden Gold Mine Heiress Divorcee novel Chapter 129

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,”

“But there are two of us.”

Boris frowned, turned his head to look at her, and said amusedly, “You are telling me, can you count?”

Ziana asked back, “Could it be that Mr. Lewis can’t count it?”

“You think I’m a fool?” Boris chuckled, “Say it, don’t make me guess.”

“Okay.” Ziana was not polite, “Today I will sleep on the bed, and you will sleep on the floor.”

Boris seemed to have heard a joke, “Why should I sleep on the floor?”

“Because I’m going to sleep in bed.”

“Are you kidding me?” Boris didn’t budge, “I want to sleep on the bed.”

“Where do I sleep if you sleep on the bed? I don’t want to sleep on the floor.” Ziana insisted.

She was the daughter 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 on the floor?

Boris sneered, “Then let’s sleep on the bed together.”

Ziana was very dissatisfied with the proposal, pursed her lips, and pondered for a while, “We can compete, and whoever wins will sleep on the bed.”

As she spoke, she took out the remaining money and told him, “We compete to make money.”

Boris’ deep and sharp gaze was tinged with sarcasm, “Compare me to making money? How dare you?”

Ziana could hear the mockery in his words.

A man with outstanding talent since he was a child, he dominated the stock market when he was a teenager, and made a lot of investments when he was an adult.

Some people joked that he was a walking money-printing machine before, which showed that his ability to make money had been highly affirmed.

He did have the strength to be arrogant.

But…

“Whether I’m worthy or not will be decided after the comparison.” Ziana looked at him with a smile.

The calmness in her made Boris a little excited..

He thought of her who had surprised him frequently recently, and raised his eyebrows with a light smile, “Okay. How do you compare?”