Heads-up! The CEO's Wife is a Hidden Big Boss! novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114: Whose Call was Brother Cheng Waiting For?

Editor: Atlas Studios

Sheng Ting glanced at the girl beside her. Her radiant countenance was quite alluring.

His gaze deepened and he asked in a relaxed manner, "Dinner together tonight?"

Gu Mang looked down. Standing languidly with legs bent and typing on her phone slowly, she replied mildly, "I have something on tonight."

Sheng Ting sighed regretfully. "All right, next time then."

Anyways, there would be more opportunities for them to work together in the future.

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In the suburban district of the capital, inside the sumptuous clubhouse.

The entire private room was full of juniors from the capital’s powerful families. Their appearances were all outstanding.

A few people gathered around a table to play mahjong.

Qin Fang dropped a card casually.

"Mahjong!" He Yidu’s smile was quite deserving of a beating. "Old Qin, do you want to count how much you lost tonight?"

"F*ck!" Qin Fang cursed. The old beast won the mahjong off of his tiles. He really wanted to flip the table.

Yu Mufeng pushed the tiles. Holding the cigarette between his fingertips, he rested his hand on the corner of the table and smiled sinisterly. "Brother Qin, do you want to have Brother Cheng substitute for you? He has been sitting there holding his cell phone. Is he waiting for a call?"

Like wolves who smelled meat, the others’ eyes turned to look at Brother Cheng.

Who could make Brother Cheng wait for a call? Qin Fang looked back at the man with long legs resting on the coffee table, not knowing where he should start explaining.

"Why so nosy!" He put the cigarette in his mouth and rubbed the tiles, "Come, come, come. Again. I can’t believe I can’t win tonight! Dammit."

Yu Mufeng shrugged.

Lu Chengzhou sat comfortably on the sofa. The collar of his black shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his pretty, well-defined collarbone and sexy throat. His cuffs were rolled up, revealing half of his arms. He held his cellphone in between his clean fingertips, spinning it intermittently. In his other hand was a cigarette. The lighting was dim near the sofa, making his skin appear an exquisite white.

Suddenly, the cell phone rang. He stopped for a moment and unlocked the phone with his fingerprint. It was an unread message in WeChat.

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