Chapter 193

But Mo Wenting refused Zhang Zeming's arrangement: "no, I still want to stay in the guest bedroom. I don't care how the room is decorated. It's just for one night anyway. I can make do with it. I won't blame you. "

"Well, baby, I'll listen to you." Zhang Zeming had to rely on Mo Wenting, walked out of his room again, and took Mo Wenting into the guest bedroom.

In fact, the guest bedroom is not very ugly. It is much better than the guest rooms of ordinary hotels. Mo Wenting is hardly dissatisfied.

Just now, Zhang Zeming thought that Mo Wenting would be as picky as ordinary women and make trouble for him everywhere.

After Zhang Zeming put Mo Wenting on the guest's bed, he moved a stool and sat in front of the bed to talk with Mo Wenting.

Mo Wenting leaned against the board at the head of the bed, half lying on the bed, smiled and reminded Zhang Zeming: "I want to eat a Sydney. Cut one for me."

"Oh, OK!" Zhang Zeming immediately got up and went out of the guest bedroom. He took a Sydney and a knife on the table outside the living room, and then came back to peel her in front of Mo Wenting.

He did this deliberately to let Mo Wenting see with his own eyes how careful and considerate he was.

If he peels the fruit outside the living room and Mo Wenting can't see it, he will have a feeling of white work.

Now he has to please Mo Wenting everywhere in order to deepen his feelings with Mo Wenting and narrow the distance between them.

In fact, people are not plants, how can they be ruthless. Mo Wenting looked at Zhang Zeming. Most of the time she was busy around herself. She hardly stopped from day to night. She was very moved in her heart.

Although Zhang Zeming never said half a tired word to Mo Wenting, as long as he saw the sweat on his forehead, Mo Wenting knew that his real feeling was not as easy as what he said.

She couldn't help pitying Zhang Zeming. Because this man doesn't know as much about her as he does to heaven.

Zhang Zeming doesn't even know the fact that Mo Wenting is married, but he still pursues her tirelessly.

Now that the two are alone, there are no outsiders, and they are in Zhang Zeming's home, and they are not afraid of being overheard by others, Mo Wenting decides to tell him her true identity and don't hide it from him.

After all, since Zhang Zeming and Xiang Tian have always regarded each other as rivals, they are both pursuing Mo Wenting. Then Zhang Zeming should also know what Xiang Tian knows.

At the same time, Mo Wenting wants to see if Zhang Zeming, like Xiang Tian, knows the fact that he is married, but still loves himself wholeheartedly.

If Zhang Zeming can't do this, then Mo Wenting knows that his love for himself is far from as deep as Xiang Tian.

After Zhang Zeming peeled the Sydney, Mo Wenting asked him seriously while eating the Sydney: "Zeming, do you remember when we went on a business trip abroad, I told you that I had married?"

"I remember!" Zhang Zeming nodded immediately, saying that he remembered such a thing, and also said his own opinion: "you're kidding me. I don't believe you're married."

Zhang Zeming said, smiling proudly at Mo Wenting. He thought he was very smart and saw through Mo Wenting's lie at once.

Before, he thought that Mo Wenting deliberately said such words to let him retreat from difficulties and stop pursuing her. Then of course he won't believe it or give up.

Knowing that it was not easy to convince Zhang Zeming, Mo Wenting deliberately put on a very serious and serious look and told him, "Zeming, this is all true. I didn't lie to you. I'm really married, and you know my husband. "

Hearing that Mo Wenting spoke so seriously and looked really joking, Zhang Zeming had to pay formal attention to it. He clicked in his heart and felt a burst of inexplicable pain.

"Baby, are you really not kidding me?" Zhang Zeming looked at Mo Wenting eagerly and asked in a low voice. There was still an expression on his face that he didn't want to believe.

"Absolutely! Now I don't mean to joke. " Mo Wenting nodded solemnly to answer Zhang Zeming.

"Who is your husband?" Zhang Zeming then asked Mo Wenting.

Although Mo Wenting had just reminded him that he knew his husband, he couldn't guess who among the people he knew had such good luck to marry Mo Wenting.

"My husband is your boss, Zhan Ning, the president of our company!" Mo Wenting answered Zhang Zeming solemnly.

"Ah?" Zhang Zeming screamed, his mouth opened wide, and his face was full of surprise.

This expression Mo Wenting had already seen on Xiang Tian's face, so she didn't feel surprised and strange at all. Her expression was still as calm as before.

Mo Wenting calmly faced Zhang Zeming's eyes, which were almost unbelievable. She looked at him with four eyes and said seriously, "I know you must have a lot of questions and puzzles in your heart after hearing these news, but these are facts. Neither you nor I can change it."

Indeed, Zhang Zeming was full of questions. He almost didn't know where to start asking Mo Wenting.

But one thing he finally understood was why Mo Wenting resolutely refused his courtship many times. It turned out that the woman she liked most was indeed a famous flower.

Zhang Zeming finally felt complete despair and deep pain. As soon as his eyes were red, he couldn't control his emotions and cried.

But he didn't forget that he was a man and didn't dare to cry in front of Mo Wenting, so as not to be underestimated by Mo Wenting.

Mo Wenting had the same pain. So she understands Zhang Zeming's feelings very well.

She stretched out a hand to gently pat Zhang Zeming on the shoulder and comforted the man: "if you want to cry, cry out loud. I understand the pain in your heart and won't laugh at you."

She suffered sad things before. She cried bitterly, and she would feel better in her heart. She is like this as a woman, and so is a man.

In front of such a considerate woman like her, men don't have to pretend to work too hard. They cry if they want to cry, but they seem more true temperament.

As soon as Zhang Zeming was encouraged by Mo Wenting, he couldn't help crying any more.

He lay down on the edge of Mo Wenting's bed and cried bitterly, while Mo Wenting gently stroked his head and comforted the sad man with all his tenderness.