After rejecting my celebrity husband-Chapter 62 The Password is No Password

This jerk, if it weren’t for his insisting on bringing her to such a far place, would she have to be in such a rush?

Had he not exhausted her so much, could she have overslept?

Moreover, making breakfast for him and washing dishes also delayed her time...

Watching time slip away bit by bit, she finally compromised with him.

Loosening the seat belt, she leaned over and quickly kissed him on the cheek.

"Not enough!"

She hadn’t even settled back into her seat before he spoke up again.

Leng Zimo, she wanted to bite him to death!

Of course, that thought could only stay in her mind.

To avoid being late, she leaned over once again and kissed his face.

As a prank, she deliberately left a wet mark of saliva on his face.

Looking at the glistening saliva mark on the man’s face, she smiled in satisfaction.

The car suddenly accelerated, and she fell heavily into the seat, thankfully still strapped in by the seat belt.

Knowing that he did it on purpose, she just pursed her lips and held onto the handle.

If he expected her to compromise with him again, he could dream on.

The car raced forward, and Leng Zimo’s hand pressed the car phone.

"Hey!" she finally couldn’t help it, "Can you focus on driving?"

He was going so fast and still wanted to make a call.

"This is the president’s office, this is Ailin!" Ailin’s voice came through the speaker.

"Have a set of women’s sportswear prepared and sent to my office at EM, size M!" Leng Zimo ordered indifferently, "Remember, including underwear and a silk scarf!"

Luo Xiaoqian blushed hearing his voice, feeling somewhat remorseful in her heart.

This guy, it was obvious he was preparing it for her, he was solving her problem and she lost her temper.

If she were to go to the rehearsal in this outfit, those people would probably treat her like an alien again.

"Thank you!"

Seeing him hang up the call, she spoke softly.

"Just perform well tonight!" Leng Zimo stated coolly.

One sentence turned the small gratitude in her heart into disdain.

Perform?

Hmph, let him wait for her "good" performance then!

The Mercedes-Benz drove directly under the EM Building and stopped, and Leng Zimo passed her an access card.

"Wait for me tonight!"

He really thought he was His Majesty, calling for concubines to his bedchamber, and she should go back and wait for him.

Yeah right!

Taking the card, Luo Xiaoqian turned and pushed the car door open.

He captured her little expressions in his eyes, "Don’t you want to know the password?"

There’s a password?

Luo Xiaoqian’s face fell as she glanced at him seated in the car like some grim reaper, and eventually leaned over and kissed his cheek for the third time.

"How much?"

He turned his face to look at her.

"The password is no password!"

Jerk, bastard...

She ground her teeth angrily, pushed the car door open, got out, and slammed the door hard as she ran toward the elevator.

Watching her walk away while still clutching her small fists tightly, Leng Zimo let out a snicker.

This little girl, she really was amusing to tease!

Driving out of the parking lot, he was in a great mood.

At this moment, even he hadn’t realized that ever since meeting her, he seemed to have become more and more prone to laughter.

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Luo Xiaoqian carefully slipped out of the elevator, making sure no one saw her before she jogged to his office door. Swiping the access card, she strode in and quickly spotted the paper bag with clothes next to the coffee table.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, she swiftly changed out of her clothes, wrapping a silk scarf around the marks on her neck and neatly folding his clothes into the paper bag before taking the elevator back to the garage and then transferring to the regular elevator to the ninth floor.