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Mo Wenting wanted Zhang Zeming to leave as soon as possible so he could let Xiang Tian out, hence he deliberately lied to the man: "I'm already asleep.

"That won't do, Ah Wen, please get up and open the door for me, I have something to tell you right now." Zhang Zeming was actually unwilling to leave immediately.

"Then, what do you have to say? Just say it outside the door." I don't want to get up. " Mo Wenting cleverly continued to deal with Zhang Zeming, but she was unwilling to open the door for the man.

"That won't do, Ah Wen. I said it's not convenient, please open the door, if not I will really not leave." Zhang Zeming actually threatened Mo Wenting.

When Xiang Tian heard this, he immediately felt very angry.

He didn't know that Zhang Zeming outside was actually his future colleague, so he wanted to go out and teach Zhang Zeming a lesson so that he wouldn't be disturbed by him.

Mo Wenting saw that Xiang Tian was showing signs of being impulsive, she held him tightly and ordered, "Xiang Tian, you must not go out.

Seeing that Mo Wenting was so serious, she didn't dare to disobey her orders. She could only agree quietly: "Alright, Ah Wen, I won't make it difficult for you, so I'll just listen to you."

"That's what you should do. Our friendship can continue." Seeing that Xiang Tian had agreed to it, Mo Wenting was even more happy and praised Xiang Tian.

Although the two had a good voice, but since Zhang Zeming had already pressed his ear to the door, he could still faintly hear voices from within the room.

He couldn't help but feel puzzled. It's so late, there shouldn't be anyone in Mo Wenting's room.

After all, in this city, Mo Wenting didn't have any friends. She only came with Zhang Zeming on this business trip.

Other than Zhang Zeming, she could not make any other friends.

Zhang Zeming really wanted to ask Mo Wenting loudly who exactly was in the room, but that would cause the person in the room next door to him to hear and lose face.

Zhang Zeming thought for a while, and felt that it would be best not to ask too directly, and asked it in a different way: "Ah Wen, who are you talking to?"

Mo Wenting cursed inwardly, but she couldn't not answer Zhang Zeming: "Of course I'm talking to you."

"That's not right!" Zhang Zeming was even more confused now: "Then open the door for me."

Looking at the situation, Zhang Zeming would definitely not let it go if he did not open the door for him.

Mo Wenting had no choice but to hide Xiang Tian first before opening the door for Zhang Zeming. This way, she hoped to deceive the other party and prevent them from discovering that an unexpected guest had arrived in her room.

However, the hotel room was very empty. There was no other furniture apart from the bed and chairs. It was not like the room at home where there was a large wardrobe for people to hide in.

Mo Wenting looked at the furnishings in the room, then walked over to kick at the bottom of the bed, only to discover that there was a wooden board under the bed, preventing him from crawling in.

She could only decide to take the risk and let Xiang Tian directly lie on the bed. After that, she covered him with the blanket and even made the blanket very messy, as if she was just lying on a bed. If she did not look carefully, she would not be able to see that there was another person lying on the bed.

In order to let Xiang Tian be at ease, Mo Wenting had even told him: "You just need to lie still. I won't let Zemin near the bed, he won't notice you."

"Yes, Ah Wen, I will do as you say." Xiang Tian nodded his head, indicating that he should follow Mo Wenting's arrangements.

Seeing how obedient Xiang Tian was to him, Mo Wenting facepalmed, praising him in such a intimate manner.

Mo Wenting calmed her emotions first, in order to prevent Zhang Zeming from seeing through his weakness, then she pretended to yawn and walked over to open the door.

"Why are you looking for me? I was about to fall asleep, but you woke me up. Mo Wenting purposely asked Zhang Zeming impatiently.

"Yes yes, I deserve to die." Zhang Zeming laughed as he walked into Mo Wenting's room. He held a bottle of yoghurt in his hands, but his eyes were looking around, looking like he was a thief.

Not only did he not answer Mo Wenting, he asked instead, "Ah Wen, weren't you talking to someone else just now? Where is he now? "

"I already said it, I'm just talking to you, where's the others?" Mo Wenting snappily replied, pretending to be angry to scare Zhang Zeming, so that he could leave as soon as possible.

"Oh, if you say no, then no." After looking through the room multiple times, Zhang Zeming still couldn't figure out where he was hiding. He could only nod his head continuously to acknowledge Mo Wenting.

"Ah Wen, I know women like to eat yogurt before they go to bed. Zhang Zeming handed over a bottle of yoghurt to Mo Wenting.

It turned out that this was the urgent matter that Zhang Zeming had mentioned repeatedly. Mo Wenting felt that it was both funny and speechless.

Fortunately, she only thought of chasing Zhang Zeming away as soon as possible. Otherwise, Zhang Zeming would have done such a bad thing on his own accord and got scolded by her.

Although Mo Wenting did not have the habit that Zhang Zeming talked about, she still took the yogurt that Zhang Zeming had gifted her and thanked him without saying anything. She said indifferently: "Alright, I'll take the yogurt.

Zhang Zeming had thought that he would be touched by Mo Wenting's concern. Maybe when Mo Wenting was happy, he would just leave him in her room for the night.

Now it seemed that Zhang Zeming knew that his dream had been broken by the cruel reality, and was destined to never be realized.

Mo Wenting wasn't even willing to express her gratitude to Zhang Zeming, so how could she be moved by this?

On the contrary, Mo Wenting's face did not look too good, as though she could be turned into an uncontrollable rage at any time. She would not be so easily quelled.

When Zhang Zeming thought of this, he no longer dared to pester Mo Wenting, in case he had to put in a lot of effort to make Mo Wenting only have a sliver of good will towards him, and it would once again be completely gone.

"Then I'll leave first. Have a good rest, we'll meet tomorrow." Zhang Zeming smiled as he came over to coax Mo Wenting, and immediately went out.

After Mo Wenting closed the door, she leaned on the door and let out a long breath.

She had pretended to be calm, but she was actually frightened. The pressure was too great, and she felt too tired.

"Xiang Tian, hurry up and get up. That bastard has already left." Mo Wenting said to Xiang Tian who was on the bed with a faint smile.

Xiang Tian wanted to stay on Mo Wenting's comfortable bed and asked him with a chuckle: "I don't want to get up, okay?"