President’s Contract Wife

"I……"

Just as Muzixi was about to speak, she was forced to walk forward. Along the way, she saw a woman standing in the clubhouse, using various postures to lure men to lay hands on them, and leading them to the private room . She couldn't help biting her lip, God, how could this be?

When the woman turned her head, she saw Muzixi's expression, and immediately put her arms around her chest, "What? Are you looking down on these women? When you come out to sell, you have to figure out your situation. As long as the boss is happy, you have to take off your clothes everywhere." Wait, understand?"

Muzixi felt as if the air was about to drown her, and her heart began to tremble uncontrollably again. Can she be so shameless?

"Okay, let's go in!" The woman's high voice sounded in Muzixi's ear.

Muzixi came back to her senses, her eyes widened in astonishment, and her voice trembled because of fear, "I...you let me in alone?"

The woman shook her head and looked at the woman in front of her, "Do you think your question is ridiculous? Don't you know what you are doing here tonight? Fortunately, Xiaoying asked me to take care of you, so I will tell you Come on, you're not here tonight for a drink, you're not here for a heart-to-heart talk. You're here to sell your body, you're here to sleep with you, and when you enter the gate of this clubhouse, you don't have the right to choose yourself at all. Why are you pretending to be innocent here? "

"No...I'm not, I'm just..." Muzixi couldn't help but be speechless by the woman's words, his ears were red and his face was red. She came to sell herself, she couldn't deny that.

"Stop talking nonsense, get out of here, or go in immediately!" the woman said impatiently with a straight face.

She finally turned the handle and walked in, where she knew she was going to step into a nightmare. The room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen at all. Behind her, the door closed with a ding.

Muzixi flinched, feeling as if her last way was blocked.

Muzixi subconsciously stretched out her hands and began to search for the light switch in the dark.

The next second, the room suddenly lit up with an orange light. Muzixi was taken aback, and just as she was thinking about who turned on the light, she followed the source of the light and saw that there was a large European-style bed at forty-five degrees directly opposite her! And the man on the bed was playing with the lamp button on the bedside table, graceful and unrestrained.

The eyes of Muzixi and the man collided, but in an instant, there was a flash of lightning, which was thrilling!

She couldn't help but widen her eyes. I don't know how to deal with the man who appears in front of me. The man, sitting on the luxurious soft bed with the air of a condescending king, saw Muzixi.

Cheng Haotian got up and raised the corners of his lips, "Miss Mu, it's an honor to meet you." He just called his subordinates and contacted the evil boss behind the scenes. It took three minutes for the staff to change her to his room , everything is so easy, for him, everything comes too easy. A little doll on the side of the road, it's not easy to come by.

Who is Cheng Haotian? It is the sky of the entire city A, turning hands into clouds and hands into rain, just like his company, named Zhetian, is the world's number one consortium in the world, so, let alone in city A, it is in the whole country , any place, any person, must be based on his needs, and changing someone is easier than blinking an eye. That's why, within three minutes, he sent this woman to his room automatically.

Wanting to escape, really wanting to escape, all the condensed courage completely disintegrated when they came into contact with Cheng Haotian's sight, Muzixi immediately turned around, wanting to escape. But if she leaves... What about father's medical bills?

Cheng Haotian stared at Muzixi's back, wondering why she turned around but didn't leave.

"It seems that you want to leave, but—why don't you leave?" He lowered his voice so that no one could hear what he was thinking.

In the end, she turned around and faced him, but there was only a trace of expectation left in her eyes, "How much will you give me for one night?" She needs money now, really desperately needs money!

A trace of disdain flashed in Cheng Haotian's deep eyes. Sure enough, it was because of money. There are only two types of women in this world in his heart, one is money worshiping and the other is lust worshiping. And obviously, no woman can rise above his level, because women are just—dolls to him.

"I'm paying for the service. With me, I don't get anything for nothing." His voice was flat and deep, but with a domineering coldness.

"I...I can work very hard..." Work hard for what? She used to study hard, work hard, work hard, and earn money, but now, she has to work hard to please a man!