bookrebus Chapter 751 Mr. Mo, I'm hard of hearing, I didn't hear what Miss Meng said.
Chapter 751 Mr. Mo, I'm hard of hearing, I didn't hear what Miss Meng said.
The night was deep, and the autumn breeze was slightly cool.
When Mo Erhao carried the little woman out of the car, he clearly felt her cling to him tightly and flinch.
"Knowing you're out drinking, why don't you wear more clothes? You silly girl."
As soon as Mo Erhao finished speaking, he realized the doting tone in his own words.
He was stunned again.
His tone made it sound as if the little woman in his arms was his girlfriend.
Oh no, Mo Erhao, you don't actually like this woman, do you?
Mo Erhao secretly grumbled to himself.
"Junior Vice President, should I wait for you here and take you home? Or should I pick you and Assistant Meng up first thing tomorrow morning?"
The driver's words instantly brought Mo Erhao to his senses.
What is he thinking about?
"Nonsense, would I take advantage of someone in distress? Is your boss that kind of person? Just wait."
Mo Erhao scoffed at the driver.
"Alright then, I'll wait for you."
Mo Erhao ignored the driver and carried Meng Jie into the Dengfeng Hotel.
"Mr. Mo, what brings you here?"
The beautiful receptionist at the hotel looked on with surprise when she saw the young owner.
When he saw the boss holding a woman in his arms, his pupils dilated instantly.
Is this... the young boss going to book a hotel room with a beautiful woman?
Does the First Madam know?
"What are you waiting for? Open the door to my presidential suite."
Mo Erhao looked at the stunned receptionist with displeasure.
"Okay, I'll go open it right away."
The receptionist reacted quickly.
She came out and led Mo Erhao to the private elevator.
As the elevator doors opened, the receptionist stared unblinkingly at the woman in the young boss's arms, then her pupils widened in shock.
This is not...
Isn't this Ms. Meng, the chief secretary of CEO Mo?
"Don't overthink it. I just found her drunk and brought her to the hotel to rest."
Seeing the gossipy look in the receptionist's eyes, Mo Erhao carried Meng Jie into the elevator and offered an explanation.
"Oh, I understand, Mr. Mo."
As the elevator ascended, Meng Jie, nestled in his arms, murmured something.
"Mo Erhao, I like you."
Mo Erhao's hand holding Meng Jie trembled.
A hint of embarrassment appeared on his face as he looked at the pretty receptionist.
"Mr. Mo, I'm hard of hearing. I didn't hear what Miss Meng said."
The receptionist, showing a strong survival instinct, immediately offered an explanation.
He then sent a message to the employee group chat.
Mo Erhao had no idea that a few seconds later, the hotel's WeChat employee group would explode with excitement.
Rumors about his affair with Meng Jie spread like wildfire throughout the entire Mo Group employee group.
This caused those employees with a strong penchant for gossip to stay up all night.
They are all spreading this message in their own ways.
There were envious, dissatisfied, jealous, gossipy, and all sorts of emotions, which turned the large group of employees into a furnace called jealousy.
Unaware that she was fast asleep, Meng Jie had become the center of a scandal overnight.
The elevator dinged and stopped at the top floor, in front of Mo Erhao's private presidential suite.
As I stepped out of the elevator, the receptionist, a very perceptive woman, swiped her card and opened the door.
Then he bowed respectfully and left.
Mo Erhao picked up Meng Jie, carried her inside, and threw her onto the soft bed.
"Water...water...I want to drink water."
Meng Jie let out a muttered word.
With a helpless expression, Mo Erhao opened the refrigerator in the presidential suite.
He took out a bottle of his favorite mineral water, unscrewed the cap, and held it to Meng Jie's lips.
Meng Jie smacked her lips, refusing to drink.
Mo Erhao pinched Meng Jie's mouth shut and carefully poured water into her mouth.
With a "pfft," Meng Jie exhaled a mist of water reeking of alcohol.
then…
Then came a series of vomiting episodes.
Suddenly, he vomited all over Mo Erhao.
“Meng Jie…”
Mo Erhao roared.
He looked at his dirty suit with disgust, and the unpleasant smell mixed with alcohol made his stomach churn.
He quickly ran to the bathroom, took off his clothes, and turned on the shower.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom.
Meng Jie was completely unaware that she had vomited all over her boss.
She lay down on the bed and drifted off to sleep.
It took Mo Erhao half an hour to wash himself clean.
He was dumbfounded when he saw the clothes on the sink that smelled terrible.
How can he leave when Meng Jie has dirtied his clothes?
After thinking for a moment, he grabbed his bathrobe, put it on, and pushed open the bathroom door to come out.
Mo Erhao frowned when he saw the drunk, carefree woman sleeping soundly.
He picked up his phone and called the staff from the presidential suite's private housekeeping department. They quickly cleaned up the dirt and sprayed a lot of deodorizer and air freshener.
"Mr. Mo, I've cleaned it and turned on the air circulation system in the room. The room will be smellless soon. Good night."
The housekeeping staff had already seen the bombshell news in the staff group chat.
At that moment, she really wanted to take a risk and secretly capture this ambiguous scene.
Before she could even move her hand, she felt a chill run down her spine.
The boss was looking at her with cold eyes.
Suppressing her restless thoughts, she quickly left the room.
Mo Erhao thought for a moment, then sent a message to his assistant, asking him to bring him some clothes.
Otherwise, how would he get out?
After sending the message, he unconsciously sat down on Meng Jie's bedside.
Looking at the peacefully sleeping woman, the slight anger in his heart from her soiling his clothes vanished instantly.
Upon closer inspection, the woman's sleeping face was actually quite beautiful.
He reached out, wanting to touch Meng Jie's face.
At this moment, he had to admit that this little woman had entered his heart in a special way.
"Mo Erhao, why did you say you don't like me?"
The young woman suddenly asked a question.
She reached out and precisely grabbed his hand, which was itching to touch her face.
"You...you're awake?"
Mo Erhao's heart pounded like a child caught red-handed.
"You bastard, Mo Erhao, I don't like you anymore."
The young woman was not awake; she was actually muttering in her sleep.
Mo Erhao chuckled to himself.
This woman even dreams about him.
The doorbell rang abruptly in the quiet room at midnight.
Mo Erhao walked quickly to the door and opened it.
His assistant, Shen Zhuo, stood at the door carrying a set of clothes.
"Mr. Mo, your clothes."
Shen Zhuo handed over the clothes, but his eyes scanned the room like searchlights.
My eyes are filled with the light of gossip.
"What are you looking at? Get lost!"
Looking at his assistant's gossipy expression, Mo Erhao wanted nothing more than to kick him.
"Then don't you need me to take you back? The driver is still waiting for you downstairs."
"No need, let him go back and pick me up tomorrow morning."
"Okay, Mr. Mo, I'll be going now. Please... take it easy."
Shen Zhuo, with an ambiguous expression, turned and quickly disappeared.
Mo Erhao took the clothes and went inside.