CEO’s Contract Sweet Wife

1It was easy for him to sit inside the room, but he had no choice. He faced the door directly and instantly caught sight of Wen Zhixia, who had brought in a bottle of wine.    

    

It was a spacious black sofa that could fit five or six people. The inlaid gold sides around it made it seem quite expensive.    

    

Easily sitting alone in the middle of the sofa, with one hand on the back of the sofa, the black sofa made his hands more slender and fair.    

    

Wen Zhixia didn't expect that even his hands were so handsome when God gave him a superior appearance. Wen Zhixia could guarantee that for those who were in control of their hands, easy hands would drive them crazy.    

    

With his other hand on his thigh, he could easily pick up a glass of red wine.    

    

There was no need to say anything. There was no need to do anything. Just sitting in the middle of the sofa was enough to make everyone present bow down to them.    

    

The unstoppable domineering aura of a king did not need any words to describe, because no matter how ornate the words were, they could not express the shock in Wen Zhixia's heart when she saw this scene.    

    

Wen Zhixia lowered her head the instant she met the easy eyes, wanting to silently push out the VIP room.    

    

The retreating Wen Zhixia, praying not to find out, he is nearsighted, he is astigmatic, he is old …    

    

In short, Wen Zhixia had thought of all the excuses that made it easier for her to not see herself.    

    

However, when the cold voice came from the other end, Wen Zhixia shut her eyes tightly. Indeed, his eyes were very healthy.    

    

"Come over here to sell wine."    

    

The easy voice wasn't loud, but it was quite intimidating. The other noises in the room immediately quieted down. This made it hard for Wen Zhixia to find an excuse.    

    

On the other side, Nan Wenjing, who walked out of the washroom, hurriedly ran down the stairs after seeing Wen Zhixia's face on the first floor.    

    

He came to the bar where he had seen Wen Zhixia earlier and looked around. When he saw the back of a woman who was about the same height as Wen Zhixia, he rushed forward without hesitation.    

    

"Wen Zhixia!"    

    

Nan Wenjing shouted Wen Zhixia's name after holding the woman's hand.    

    

This made Jin, who was selling drinks, confused. However, when she saw Nan Wenjing's face, she immediately recognized him and turned her head to the other side.    

    

"Ah!" "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person, I recognized the wrong person!    

    

When Nan Wenjing saw Jin's face, he realized that it wasn't Wen Zhixia's face and immediately apologized in disappointment.    

    

Then he turned around and left. Was he seeing things?    

    

However, after confirming that Nan Wenjing had left, Jin, who was selling wine, turned around and peeked at his back.    

    

It sounded like shock, yet also seemed like reluctance, yet also like regret. In short, there was an emotion that didn't seem to be towards strangers within it.    

    

"Hey, aren't you going to pour some wine?"    

    

It was because Jin didn't turn her head back for a long time, and felt the two male customers that had been ignored, so she opened her mouth impatiently.    

    

"Pour, fall, I'm not afraid of you getting drunk from drinking too fast …"    

    

Jin came back to her senses. She turned her head with a smile and picked up the bottle of wine in a spoiled manner, as if she was thinking for your sake.    

    

Jin slowly poured the wine, but the image of Nan Wenjing's back that just appeared in her mind still lingered in her mind.    

    

Nan Wenjing walked upstairs to his room dejectedly. Could it be that he and Wen Zhixia would never see each other again?    

    

After pushing open the door to the VIP private room, he found that the people inside the room were unusually quiet, completely different from before he had left.    

    

What was with those gazes that were all looking at him?    

    

Could it be that during the time he was gone, someone was speaking ill of him?    

    

Nan Wenjing was confused. He glanced at everyone and followed their gazes. He saw the woman in front of the door.    

    

However, how could this woman's back be so familiar? Even the sales staff were dressed like this, so that's why he felt that she was familiar. Yes, that must be it.    

    

Thinking about this, Nan Wenjing did not act rashly, but stood aside, wanting to understand the situation.    

    

"Don't let me repeat what I said."    

    

Easily speaking coldly once again, his voice clearly contained a trace of anger.    

    

Wen Zhixia naturally knew that it was easy to recognize her and wanted to escape, but in the entirety of her Dongfeng City, no one dared to disobey his orders.    

    

Ah, yes, unless that person didn't want to live anymore!    

    

Wen Zhixia raised her glass with an embarrassed expression on her face. She didn't know where to look.    

    

After some thought, she began to walk towards ease, and the rest of the room resumed their former joys.    

    

Drinking, singing, chatting and joking, no one dared to look at the woman that Young Master Rong called over.    

    

They naturally didn't know what the aloof Young Master Rong was thinking about this young lady who sold drinks.    

    

However, there were very few women that were able to enter Young Master Rong's eyes, ever since that woman betrayed him.    

    

Wen Zhixia raised her head slightly and looked into his unfathomable black eyes. She was so frightened that she quickly lowered her head once again.    

    

Right now, she wished that she could walk to an easy path and never finish. Otherwise, how could she explain to him that she had to go out to the bar to sell her wine?    

    

But things were always willing to go against others, especially Wen Zhixia.    

    

Soon, Wen Zhixia arrived in front of Yi Yuan. Wen Zhixia, who didn't know what to do, could only swallow her saliva.    

    

Seeing how easy it was for Yi Yeyu to remain silent, he must be thinking that he didn't want to admit that he knew Zhang Xuan in front of so many people.    

    

Then why did he have to come in here? Was he simply trying to buy the wine in her hands?    

    

Wen Zhixia put the tray down on the table and picked up the bottle of the highest alcohol in the middle.    

    

"This customer has really good eyes to have me come in here. Look at the bottle of wine in my hand. Whether it's the color or the taste, it's excellent!"    

    

"Besides, this wine originated from France. Even the wine's instructions are printed in French!" Well, she didn't know a word!    

    

After Wen Zhixia explained the two sentences, the entire room burst into laughter. This made Wen Zhixia confused. She was doing her job, is there something wrong with that?    

    

"This sales... "Seller, you don't really think that we, Young Master Rong, would want to buy your broken bottles of wine, do you?"    

    

A man at the side, holding back his laughter with great difficulty, slowly spoke to Wen Zhixia.    

    

Wen Zhixia turned her head to look at the man who had spoken. Her eyes were filled with doubt. 'Then why did he call me over?'