C1 His Mistress

From France to Beijing, more than 8000 kilometers, from Beijing Capital Airport to Qiao's Mansion, 45 minutes, 120 yuan.

How much time did it take for that person to travel from the clouds to the mud?

I wish I had 100 hours a day to anesthetize myself so that I wouldn't be able to recognize my name and surname.

But the driver's license could still be seen. It was a calm face that did not know how to smile. It was a nice name, Mo Qianxun.

This city is so familiar that it makes my heart ache, but I still can't bear to leave this city.

I drove the empty car onto the mountain road. I still silently faced the green color that appeared in front of my eyes. The security guard gestured for me to stop the car and pointed at the sign that no one was allowed to enter without permission for me to see.

I grabbed my phone and got out of the car. "I'm going to the Qiao's Mansion." I took my ID and showed it to them. A guard walked over and took a look. He smiled and said, "Oh, it's Miss Mo. Someone called from the mansion this morning and said Miss Mo would come. Let her go. Why don't you guys know what's going on? You guys can't check Miss Mo's ID. "

"Are you not going to register my name?"

"No need to register. Miss Mo is Young Master Qiao's fiancée. Miss Mo, quickly go in. Madam came back earlier."

I drove my worn-out Xiali car in under the strange gazes of others. The entrance of the Qiao's Mansion was already filled with all kinds of expensive famous cars. My Xiali taxi was parked in a crowded place, just like a clown.

Just like my life, I was also a clown.

Nanny Pu who was guarding the garden entrance said with a cold face, "Miss Mo, come with me through the back door. There are many guests in front. Madam said not to lose the Qiao's Mansion's face."

I smiled and followed her up the stairs. She stood by the handrail and said, "Miss Mo, Madam should be in Young Master's room."

"Yes."

I went up the stairs and walked to the left. It was Qiao Dongcheng's room.

The door was pushed open and the woman's voice came out. "Dongcheng, do I look good in this dress?"

I only needed to look slightly to see a beautiful and delicate woman holding a sapphire blue low-cut dress. She was talking to a man in a jacket with his back to me.

She was only wearing her underwear, which made her figure look even more alluring.

I know who she is, a famous hostess. I often see her appear gracefully on TV, and she is my fiancé's mistress.

The bed covers are messy. Even if I use my toes to think, I know what happened.

"Dongcheng, what should we do? "I don't have any strength left. If I don't perform well in the opening dance, I'll lose face." Her voice is so soft that I feel like I don't have any strength in my entire body when I hear it.

I closed the door politely and saw Mrs. Qiao smiling in the corridor.

I nodded, "Mrs. Qiao."

"Today is Dongcheng's birthday. I didn't know he called a friend... Qianxun." She called my name with a deeper meaning.

I smiled and said, "Mrs. Qiao, I am quite busy today. Tell him happy birthday for me."

She frowned and looked at the carpet unhappily. I stepped on the snow white carpet and some black marks appeared. I lowered my head and took off my shoes and held them in my hands. "Mrs. Qiao, I will go and busy myself first. Goodbye."

She said politely, "Take care. I will call you tomorrow."

"Nanny, nanny." Her voice was cold, "Change the carpet. It's all dirty. Don't let the guests see it. Otherwise, they will think we are rude."