My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 300 Wife's Strict Control

"My wife is so strict that she won't allow me to give it to you." Noah responded coldly.

These words immediately cut off all the girls' thoughts and quenched the desire that was stirring in their

hearts.

Behind them, the girls' hearts broke.

"Are you buying milk tea for your wife?" The girl behind him asked again.

"Yes." He said.

That girl immediately went crazy with envy.

The same applied to others.

"Ahhhhhhhhh ...... his wife is so lucky!"

"A good husband is always someone else's."

The girls behind him were still chattering.

This time, it was his turn.

The clerk of the milk tea shop looked at him and immediately blushed, "Sir, what ... what do you want?"

"Strawberry pearl milk tea, hot, one cup."

The clerk immediately got into action.

Because he was overly good looking, she added more material than others.

After buying the milk tea, Noah carried it through the crowd and walked towards Jocelyn.

Jocelyn lowered the window and smiled at him.

He walked towards her and handed her the milk tea, "Here."

"Thank you, Honey." The hot milk tea was held in the palm of her hand, warming her all the way into

the deepest part of her heart.

The girls in front of the milk tea shop behind him had also seen Jocelyn.

They went crazy again.

"That's his wife? Holy crap!!! She is so pretty!!!"

"So the woman I've been jealous of for a long, long time looks like this? She is stunning."

"...... So, it's only right that her husband is handsome, rich and doting on her, she is good looking, and

good looks means she can do whatever she wants."

Soon, Noah got into the car from the other side, and then took the milk tea from Jocelyn's hand, put the

straw in it, and gave it back to her.

"You are so nice." Jocelyn didn't mince her words in praise of Noah.

Noah smiled, "Know I'm good, serve me well at night, okay?"

Jocelyn immediately blushed, "Nasty."

Noah gave her a playful look and drove the car again.

Taking a sip of the cup of milk tea, Jocelyn brought it to his lips again, "What it?"

"No, you drink it."

"Have a sip, it's delicious ......"

Noah gave her a look before taking a sip.

"How's that, isn't it sweet?" Jocelyn asked.

"Well, it's not as sweet as you." He said.

At these words, Jocelyn was filled with happiness and took a few more sips of her milk tea.

Maybe it's because the milk tea tasted better and the streets looked better with him around.

Soon, he drove the car downstairs to the headquarters of the Griffin Group.

The security guard at the gate, seeing his car, immediately nodded respectfully.

It was the time of the afternoon commute and many employees were heading inside at the entrance of

the company.

Everyone nodded when they saw Noah's car.

Noah was the first to get out of the car, and then opened the door for Jocelyn as a gentleman.

Jocelyn took her milk tea and got out of the car.

In a moment, millions of people were watching.

She took Noah's hand as a matter of course and walked inside with her milk tea.

Glancing at her milk tea, with half a cup left, Noah asked, "Why don't you drink it?"

"Can't drink anymore, do you want a drink?" Jocelyn asked as she stood on tiptoe and put the straw to

his lips, walking with him as she did so.

He naturally lowered his head, took several sips and finally took the milk tea directly into his hand.

The intimacy of sharing a straw and having a cup of milk tea together made the staff at the entrance

stunned.

"I thought our president didn't like sweet drinks?"

"Never saw the president drink milk tea, I thought he didn't like it."

"Oh my God, it is so beautiful and I am jealous."

The staff whispered all the way into the building.

In full view of everyone, Noah led Jocelyn into the interior of the building.

"Really, no more?" He asked, looking at the milk tea he was almost finished with in his hand.

"No." Jocelyn said.

The two men held hands all the way to the exclusive lift door.

He threw the empty cup directly into the rubbish bin at the lift entrance and led Jocelyn into the lift.

Once the lift doors closed, he reached out with his long arms and took Jocelyn directly into his arms.

Jocelyn tilted her head and looked at his exquisite jawline, "What for? There's surveillance in the lift,

can you be decent?"

"It's decent enough." He rubbed his chin against the top of her hair repeatedly, his voice as low as a

cello with a regal quality.

He then propped her up by her legs and picked her up straight away.

Jocelyn subconsciously circled his waist with her legs and wrapped her arms around his neck, "What

are you doing?"

He laughed softly.

Jocelyn's heart instantly tingled, "Is it funny that you keep molesting me, Noah?"

"Yes." He continued to hold her with a smile in his eyes as he watched her face.

"I will never talk to you again." Jocelyn struggled, "Put me down."

Having said that, she subconsciously looked around at the surveillance cameras.

What a shame!

It was possible that the security room was now watching.

"In my place, I do as I please."

As he spoke, the lift reached its destination.

Door opened.

He still had no intention of putting her down and carried her all the way into the office.

The cleaning lady was completely shocked to see this.

She instantly slapped her face hard and looked fixedly at where they had left, "Our president actuall did

that?"

Was this still the high-flying president she knew?

When he returned to his office, Noah closed the door with his back, and then put Jocelyn on the sofa,

his movements very light and gentle, as if he was putting an antique treasure of great value.

He propped his hands on the back of the sofa and circled her in his arms, "Be good and play by

yourself, and I go and make money, okay?"

"Got it." Jocelyn said.

Such close proximity made her heart beat messily.

She could really sit still when he was close at hand.

"Play League of Legends?" He asked.

"Okay."

He instantly went and took his laptop to the coffee table, "Play then, I'll go to work."

"Are you okay not using the laptop?" Jocelyn asked.

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After rubbing her hair, he returned to his desk.

Taking off his suit, he sat down with a straight face, put away all the smiles and got down to serious

business.

At work, he looked serious and cool, the standard business elite.

She liked him that way too.

He was even more charming when he was serious, better looking than any leading man in a drama.

It took a while to look at him before Jocelyn came back to her senses, turned on his laptop, logged into

the game and played the game, cross-legged.

Although she didn't have a mouse and keyboard, she was still good.

..................

At the same time, in a suite at Everland Hotel, Gloria used a knife and slashed her wrist, with a long

slit.