Exorbitant Wife: President Satan's Secret Lover

A moment of lightning.

Without even thinking about it, Gu Jianqing clenched his hands into empty fists and dodged, Ye Zheng's hand holding the ring froze in mid-air.

"Huh?" Ye Zheng raised his eyes in displeasure, and there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.

"I..." Gu Jianqing stared at the ring at a loss for words, and it took a moment to find his voice, and asked lightly, "Ye Zheng, do you know the meaning of the ring?"

Her hand was still held by him.

Tell him the meaning of the ring?

The shadow of prey gradually disappeared, Ye Zheng raised his eyebrows with interest, "Go on."

Gu Jianqing broke away from his hand, took the ring and put it back into the wine glass, and said seriously, "If you don't want to marry that woman, never give her a ring, it will only increase misunderstandings."

Ye Zheng stared at the gemstone ring that was put back, and instead of being angry, he smiled, and the corners of his lips curled up in a sinister arc, "Gu Jianqing, is that why you want me to give you an engagement ring?"

"Ah?" Gu Jianqing was stunned, whether she had a problem with speaking or his comprehension.

Why can he understand all kinds of meanings every time she says?

"The high threshold of the Ye family is not accessible to every woman." Ye Zheng took her hand again, put the ring on, and kissed her lips, "But as long as you are good, I won't get tired of you so quickly."

It's the biggest promise he's ever made to a woman.

And she... is just his mistress, talking about the meaning of the ring is too serious.

The ring on the ring finger exuded a dazzling light, like an oppressive force sweeping over her inexplicably.

Gu Jianqing's expression was a little stiff, and she struggled to pull out a smile, "It's beautiful."

Just wear it in front of this man, so as not to have any more conflicts.

"Of course, I chose it." Ye Zheng was in a good mood, and lifted her off the sofa, "Come on, let's go out."

When he arrived at the hotel, seeing that the seat he booked was neither a private room nor a window, Ye Zheng's face was very ugly, "When did you book it?"... It's a temporary booking, it's good to have a seat, Gu Jianqing said silently in his heart, With a pleasant smile on his face, he reached out and put his arm into his arms, "It's all here, let's go."

This floor of the hotel is a French restaurant, couples are sitting in twos, under the dim and ambiguous candlelight, the live saxophone is playing very elegantly.

Gu Jianqing and Ye Zheng took their seats, and the red wine was brought up by the waiter first.

Sitting face to face, the candlelight reflects the faces of the two people.

Ye Zheng's eyes fell on her all the time, his eyes were dark, "Let's go home after eating."

"Yeah." Gu Jianqing pulled out a smile, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. It was the first time he had a candlelight dinner with Ye Zheng.

"Boss Ye." The delicate voice sounded in the quiet restaurant.

Gu Jianqing turned her head, and saw a tall and plump woman walking over with a young man in a neat suit. The woman stepped forward and gave Ye Zheng, who was sitting on the chair, a warm hug, but Ye Zheng refused.

It's hard for Gu Jianqing not to know this woman, Xie Peipei, a very popular film and television star, and this man is her rich second-generation husband Wang Dong, and their previous marriage was very high-profile.

"It's such a coincidence to meet President Ye here, do you mind if I sit down with my husband?" Although Xie Peipei was rejected for a hug, she pulled out the chair and sat down very familiarly.

Wang Dong said to Ye Zheng respectfully, "Mr. Ye, what a coincidence."

"Young Master Wang, sit down." Ye Zheng took a sip from the red wine glass, and looked at Gu Jianqing with dark eyes.