My American magical life
Chapter 233 - 233 92 At this point let's first soak in the hot springs for a while

233: Chapter 92: At this point, let’s first soak in the hot springs for a while.

_3 233: Chapter 92: At this point, let’s first soak in the hot springs for a while.

_3 In the land of free democracy that is America, there exists a rule, roughly speaking, that some people’s blood is freer, more democratic.

Cheng Daqi’s judgment of Temir was always right; the wealthy woman with the black hair wasn’t his type of person.

“Miss, do we need to take care of that man?”

Temir’s bodyguard captain stood behind him without a sideways glance, indifferent to everything in front of him.

“Scram!”

The black-haired wealthy woman was infuriated by Cheng Daqi’s refusal to bend for money, but that didn’t mean she wanted to bury him.

“Also, send over his Greek passport as soon as possible.”

The bodyguard captain said nothing, simply nodded and left.

Temir stood by the window and lit a cigarette.

She could no longer see herself clearly.

Yesterday, she was confident she could see herself clearly, but today she realized she could no longer control her own thoughts and actions.

She was at a loss.

“Let’s just be friends, huh, you have no idea what you’ve missed out on!”

Temir was always confident; she thought Cheng Daqi was blind.

“Boom!”

Thunder roared, and rain poured down outside the window.

“Is he still over at the hot springs?”

“Yes, he was just soaking in the hot springs.”

Temir, wrapped in a trench coat, went to find Cheng Daqi again.

That bastard had caused too much trouble, she was worried that Cheng Daqi might get struck by lightning and affect the house’s value.

At the entrance to the mansion, Temir found Cheng Daqi waiting for an Uber.

CEO Cheng, shabby enough to not even have a Mazda, was actually able to resist Temir’s temptation; he was thoughtful.

“I saw a woman get hurt just now, did something happen?”

Cheng Daqi had encountered that female sparring partner whose nose had been broken by Temir.

Temir shook her head and handed him the two sets of clothes she had packed.

“Change your clothes first; you got pulled into the water just now, and you’re all wet.

You’ve only just recovered from your illness not long ago.”

Seeing the bag in the black-haired wealthy woman’s hand, CEO Cheng was confused.

What kind of bizarre play was this girl putting on?

Hadn’t they already fallen out?

I had even prepared myself psychologically to be Gru’s dog, to endure hardship and lie low in America, and you’re back again?

“During this time, a lot of it was indeed my fault, Chan, I’m sorry.”

The black-haired wealthy woman appeared to have changed her temper.

Given her never-back-down nature, she actually apologized to Cheng Daqi.

“NO, you’re not wrong, Mi’er, you don’t have to apologize to me.”

Cheng Daqi shook his head and said.

Temir had treated him with utmost kindness and fairness.

If anyone was wrong, it could only have been Cheng Daqi.

The black-haired wealthy woman offered him an easy ride, but not only did he refuse, he also repeatedly slapped Temir’s face.

Even if there were reasons for that, Cheng Daqi ultimately mishandled the situation.

“I shouldn’t have said you treat sincerity as a tool.”

Temir stood next to Cheng Daqi with the bag in hand, looking at the rainy night with him.

“I really did treat sincerity as a tool…”

The black-haired wealthy woman could solve complex math problems, but she couldn’t figure out the puzzle that was Cheng Daqi.

When it came to money, she’d cling desperately, but when wealth was served on a silver platter, she bit down harder than anyone else.

Despite knowing far too many assholes, her heart truly beat for Cheng Daqi.

“I lied too, so I…”

Cheng Daqi interrupted her and replied.

“Mi’er, it’s not important.

You are my best friend, and we are still very close business partners, that’s already great.

So, can you lend me a car and driver for a few days?

The rain is too heavy tonight, and I can’t get an Uber.”

Let’s end this, Mi’er, no more talk of feelings.

Can’t we just work well together and make money?

I consider you a friend, but you always want to sleep with me, it’s really inappropriate!

“The car is yours, and you can take these clothes too!”

At that moment, the black-haired wealthy woman was like a wife bidding farewell to her departing husband, but her voice lacked the usual sharpness, which Cheng Daqi found unusual.

“Where did my Mi’er go?

Who are you, really?”

The example of Demon Dracula was still fresh in his mind, and Cheng Daqi was truly chilled.

He hadn’t expected Temir to have a double.

“Fak, take the clothes and get in the car and scram!”

The black-haired wealthy woman couldn’t take it anymore; she had never been subjected to such humiliation.

She had tried so hard to be gentle and sensible, yet Cheng Daqi remained a jerk.

What do you mean ‘who are you’?

What does that imply?

Can’t I be gentle?

In your eyes, can’t I ever be gentle?

Love, to hell with love, I won’t stand for this!

From now on, our relationship will be strictly professional.

If I ever fall for you again, I might as well be a dog eating shit!

Cheng Daqi’s anxiety eased; this was more like it.

Look, that angry face, so very Temir.

Look, cursing while still offering clothes and the car, utterly Temir.

Confirmed, it’s definitely her!