Contract Bride, the power game of misplaced love

Mu Sang put down his phone and said with a smile, "Zhi Jian, don't worry. I've already called them and they'll be here soon. If they come and you can't afford the medical expenses, it will be a huge disgrace to you."

"Musan, it should be fun for us to have dinner together, right?"

"No, this bowl of noodles is so cheap and boring. You don't know what I want. It's rare for me to have dinner with Mr. Xiao. Why are you still hesitating? Give me one portion of Australian prawns and Australian beef. You definitely can't afford them."

Li Zhijian felt that she had made the wrong friends and now regretted it. She sighed, "Baijin, I really admire you."

"Zhijian, you'd better behave yourself, or I'll make you sleep in Mr. Xiao's bed."

"Musan, don't talk nonsense."

Mu Sang looked at Xiao Yuheng's flushed face and knew that he was really shy, so he quickly shut up and changed the subject: "Mr. Xiao, where is your car?"

Xiao Yuheng spread his hands and said, "I just made a random trip, I didn't drive."

"Hey, you have so many cars, why don't you go? I told them that you can't live without a car."

Xiao Yuheng smiled slightly, took out his cell phone and dialed Ye Han's number.

The car was easy to buy, and you could buy as many as you wanted, and although they were all from the same type of person, in his eyes, it was just a pretty car.

Not long after, Ye Han drove away the company car at incredible speed.

At the same time, Zheng Jie also hailed a taxi and arrived at their destination.

Mu Sang stared at the red Ferrari with his eyes fixed on it, and secretly made up his mind that he would get a car as cool as this in his lifetime.

Seeing that she didn't even move her eyes, Zheng Jie quietly stepped forward, covered her eyes, and said, "Guess who I am?"

Mu Sang didn't guess at all. She recognized Zheng Jie by instinct. Because she was short and stood on tiptoe, and she could tell what she was saying at once, so there was no need to guess. She felt upset and her tone became unfriendly: "Only Zheng Jie can have such hands."

Zheng Jie hit her shoulder and said, "Our friendship is over."

Li Zhijian, who was standing by, was immediately angry and amused when he saw this, and quickly said to Xiao Yuheng, "They are best friends.

Mu Sang glared at Zheng Jie and complained, "I won't be friends with her. She's so ugly and she has no money at all."

Mu Sang said her hands were too rough, which made Zheng Jie very upset. Now this happened again, Zheng Jie couldn't bear it anymore: "Mu Sang, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing her chest rise and fall violently, Mu Sang rolled his eyes and said, "Is what I said true? Are you worthy of being compared with Li Zhijian? You are not as pretty as her, nor as smart as her, and your luck is worse than her."

Zheng Jie clenched her fists. She had never suffered such a great humiliation before. She was furious and indescribably angry: "Are you upset because you know she is very happy now?"

Mu Sang didn't expect that she would express her jealousy towards Li Zhijian, and quickly explained: "Zheng Jie, don't involve Zhijian in our matter. If you have anything to say, just say it directly, don't make sarcastic remarks here."

Zheng Jie was unhappy. She stood between Zheng Jie and Li Zhijian and said word by word: "Mu Sang, do you think I don't know you? I think you should stop pretending to be a good person. The more you pretend, the more I will expose you."