C1 His Mistress

8000 kilometers from France to Beijing, 45 minutes from Beijing Capital Airport to Tiananmen, $120.

How long would it take for a person to travel from the clouds to the mud?

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

However, the driver's license could still be seen. It was a calm and unsmiling face and a pleasant name, Mo Qianxun.

This city is so familiar that it makes my heart ache, but I am still unwilling to leave this city.

The empty car was on the mountain road, and the clear green color that came face to face made me silent. The guard signalled for me to stop the car and pointed at a sign that says no one is allowed to enter without permission.

I held my phone and got off the car. "I'm going to Qiao Residence." After taking out his ID card and showing it to them, a guard walked over and said with a smile: "Oh, it's Miss Mo. She called from the mansion this morning and said that Miss Mo would come. Let her in. " Why don't you check Miss Mo's ID too? "

"Are you not going to register?"

"Why would I register? Miss Mo is Young Master Qiao's fiancée. Miss Mo quickly go in. Madam has already returned earlier. "

She drove my lousy Xia Li into the Qiao Residence under the strange gazes of others. There were already all kinds of expensive and famous cars in front of the Qiao Residence. Where my Sharley cab is parked, it's like a clown.

Just like my life, I'm also a clown.

The nanny who had been waiting at the entrance of the garden said with a pale face, "Miss Mo, follow me through the back door. There are many guests in front. Madam said not to embarrass Qiao Residence."

I followed her with a smile. After going up the stairs, she stood by the handrail and said, "Miss Mo, Madam should be in Young Master's room."

"Yes."

After going up the stairs, they walked to the left side of Qiao Dongcheng's room.

The door was pushed open, and a woman's voice could be heard, "Dong Cheng, do I look good in this dress?"

With a slight glance, one could see that the beautiful woman was wearing a blue low-cut dress. She was talking to a man in a shirt with his back facing her.

She was only wearing a pair of underwear, which made her look even more seductive.

I know who she is. She is a famous host, and I often see her on TV. She is a dignified and beautiful woman, and she is my fiancé's mistress.

The blanket on the bed is messy, even if you use your toes to think, you should know what happened.

"Dong Cheng, what should we do? "I don't have any strength left in my body. " If we don't perform well in the opening dance, we'll lose face. " Her voice was so soft that even my bones felt soft when I heard it.

I politely closed the door and saw Madam Qiao's half-smiling expression in the hallway.

I nodded. "Madam Qiao."

"Today is Dong Cheng's birthday. I didn't know that he called a friend over... Qianxun." She called me by my name in a profound manner.

I smiled and said, "Madam Qiao, I'm quite busy today. Help me tell him Happy Birthday."

She furrowed her brows and looked at the carpet unhappily. The snow white carpet made me step on some black marks. I lowered my head and took off my shoes. "Madam Qiao, I'm going to be busy. Goodbye."

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

"Nanny, Nanny." Behind her, her voice was cold. "Change the carpet. Don't let the guests see that it's dirty."