Assistant to My Contracted Husband Chapter 1987 - 451: Missing You, Missing Our Daughter and So

This is intolerable!

Jian Ran listened to the other woman’s flattering, coquettish words and the corners of her mouth curled up into a faint cold smile.

Later... she would have Secretary Zhou strip this woman’s facade no matter what.

Hmm, she didn’t let Gu Mochen do it because she didn’t want her husband to sully his hands.

Taking a deep breath, Jian Ran tugged at her lips and nodded casually.

"Not bad, your suggestion is quite interesting."

Trying to blatantly steal soone else’s husband, what kind of upbringing does this French woman have?

It’s truly disgraceful.

"Oh co on, everyone is drawn to Mr. Gu’s looks and power, you know. We can’t let Mrs. Gu have it all to herself, we deserve a piece of the pie too. A good man is the desire of won worldwide... Besides, seeing Mr. Gu up close now, his physique is truly impressive, more charming in person. He’s always been known for his charm, and it’s well-deserved."

Jian Ran: "..."

Her head hurt even more.

Taking care of Little Cubao all night had already exhausted her.

Now, hearing this nonsense from a vixen only made her mood worse.

Jian Ran’s lips curled into a cold smile.

"Hmm."

There’s always soone who fancies Gu Mochen as a person.

Like herself...

The world envies Mrs. Gu.

Little do they know that Mrs. Gu truly fancies Mr. Gu as a person.

Even if Mr. Gu had nothing, Mrs. Gu could take care of him.

Jian Ran raised her hand to rub her brow again, arching an eyebrow: "Hmm, set aside your petty thoughts, let guess, Gu Mochen’s phone was misplaced? And you happened to pick it up?"

Upon hearing Jian Ran’s words, the other woman imdiately retorted unnaturally: "You... what are you talking about, tonight... tonight Mr. Gu is spending the night with ."

Listening to the woman’s increasingly anxious words, Jian Ran curled her lips.

"Hmm?"

Jian Ran’s low hum, in complete harmony with Gu Mochen’s inscrutability, made the French woman on the other end shiver.

Jian Ran continued to speak fluently in French.

"Or did Gu Mochen leave it unattended while going to the restroom, and you conveniently snagged the phone from the table? After all, at your current ti, it could be considered a business dinner or an engagent."

"Nonsense... I don’t know what you’re talking about, believe it or not."

"Heh, coincidentally, I truly don’t believe you. In any case... it’s impossible for to believe anything you say because it has no credibility."

Jian Ran’s words were filled with certainty and confidence, leaving the other party speechless.

"Who... who exactly are you, you woman?"

Upon hearing that, Jian Ran tugged her lips. The ti dostically was 6 PM, accounting for the ti difference, it was around 11 PM in France.

Click...

"Mr. Gu, this way please."

Jian Ran heard fluent French from the other end, the corners of her mouth turning up in satisfaction.

"I... am Mrs. Gu."

At the sa ti, Jian Ran instantly heard the woman on the other end take a sharp breath, followed by the sound of the phone hitting the ground.

With a thud, Gu Mochen’s phone was sturdy enough that the call wasn’t even disconnected.

"Zuo Wei, what’s going on with you?"

"I... I... Mr. Gu’s phone rang just now, and I... I answered it as a favor."

Gu Mochen’s expression changed slightly, his sharp eyes swept towards Zuo Wei, scaring her into quickly retrieving the phone from the ground, intending to hang up, but Gu Mochen snatched it from her hands at a faster pace.

The Jian Ran on the other end could hear all the sounds in the private room clearly.

Curling her lips, Zuo Wei, it turns out that the French woman’s na was Zuo Wei.

Just as she suspected.

It seed when Gu Mochen left, the woman took his phone without permission.

Seeing that it was Jian Ran calling, Gu Mochen quickly covered the receiver, pursed his lips, and said, "Sorry, it’s my wife’s call, I must leave now. Tonight’s dinner is on . Secretary Zhou, stay and make arrangents."

"Yes, President Gu..."

Beside Gu Mochen, Secretary Zhou imdiately warmly responded: "Mr. Zuo, Miss Zuo Wei... Please, let’s continue."

Gu Mochen’s piercing gaze swept over Zuo Wei, his eyes filled with coldness.

Zuo Wei was so frightened she stumbled and quickly lowered her head, intensely uneasy inside.

President Zuo and Zuo Wei didn’t know what to say after hearing Gu Mochen.

President Zuo felt awkward. It was rare for Gu Mochen to visit France, and he wanted to discuss business plans with him, but it seed the timing was off.