Chapter 1912
Ragib thought of what Aman was facing now, the struggle between the America Chamber of Commerce and the Lauren family, and Chloe's disappearance. He frowned and said, "No, let's not talk about it for the time being. They are very busy now."
"Really?" Zoya thought for a moment. "I told you that Chloe's mobile phone was turned off."
"Mr. Aman and Miss Chloe are not in the country now."
"Has she gone to the United States?" Zoya remembered that Chloe had said that she had to go back to the United States to see patients.
Ragib thought for a moment and did not reply.
However, Ragib and Aman were very close, just like Zoya and Chloe, so Zoya believed in Ragib's words. "Well, anyway, most of the problems of the Emperor Family have been solved. As for Uncle Rong, who has always wanted to divide the Group', I think he hasn't been able to separate the Group from the Emperor Group for a long time. I guess he is just a paper tiger. In addition, Mr. Emperor, who has already woken up, is secretly watching the Emperor Family. The Emperor Family is not a problem. I hope that the treatment at Chloe's side will go smoothly!"
Ragib smiled and nodded. "Yes, I hope so." He couldn't tell Zoya how complicated the situation in the US was.
The two of them had lunch and chatted casually for a while. Zoya bit her tableware and looked at Ragib opposite her. "Are you really not angry anymore?"
"What are you angry about?"
"I had a nightmare..." Zoya looked at him carefully. "Really, I didn't expect that I would dream of Finch. I didn't mean it."
Ragib paused for a moment when he was eating, but he didn't say anything and continued to eat.
"Don't think too much. Although I didn't say that I forgot him, he is a part of my memory now." Zoya tried hard to express her meaning. "But Ragib, you are a virgin."
Ragib looked at her and smiled. "Is that so?"
"Of course."
It turned out that not only women liked sweet words, but also men liked sweet words.
Soon, the haze on Ragib's face disappeared. After lunch, the waiter came to clean up the dishes and tidied up the room. It was three o'clock in the afternoon. Before that, Ragib and Zoya had time to rest.
Zoya remembered that she had told Ragib last night that he would accompany her to Christmas in advance today. However, Zoya was very depressed when she saw Ragib, who was leaning on her shoulder and closing his eyes for a nap.
It was a nice weekend. He was going to America tomorrow. He was going back to City tonight. Shouldn't he accompany him for a walk?
"Hello?" Zoya lifted his head with her shoulder. "Do you remember what we said this morning?"
"What?"
"Damn... Did you forget?" Zoya held back her anger. "Didn't you say that you'd spend Christmas with me one day earlier? Didn't we plan it all out?" Did she forget about it after sleeping?
"Hey, didn't you say you wanted to be with me rather than Christmas?" Ragib closed his eyes, and even his words were lazy, as if he could even make trouble by raising his eyelids.
"I..." Zoya was at a loss for words for a moment, and then she said anxiously, "That's what I said, but I can't stay here all the time, can I? And I'm going to check out at three o'clock..."
"Then let's go to your house."
"What?" Zoya widened her eyes.
"Go to your house and sleep."
Zoya clenched her fist and hit him on the head. "Is there nothing else to do except sleep? The so-called Christmas with me is like this? Do you want to go to my house to sleep after you sleep in the hotel? Besides, you know why I don't like to stay with you in my house." As soon as Ragib went back with her, Zoya hooked her eyes on Ragib.
Ragib didn't know whether he was sleepy or if he had forgotten what the general had said. He scratched his head, sat up, and sighed. "Then what on earth are you going to do?"
Women may not care if you're poor or not, but they can't tolerate ignoring themselves!
Zoya pinched her thigh and told herself that she was the one who found the man!
"Well, what if I say I want a Christmas gift?" She slowly turned back and stared at Ragib. Even if he was tired or forgot what he had said because he had to give the client great pressure, it should not be difficult for him to give a present, right? He didn't need to spend a lot of money, did he?
"What gift?" Ragib was still calm. He turned on the TV and chose the channel.
Looking at his perfunctory reaction, Zoya gritted her teeth and endured it.
But if she said what she wanted, he would ask someone to buy it and send it to her, and it would be meaningless...
Zoya patiently tore a piece of paper from the left message book of the hotel next to her and drew a Saint Roland logo on it with a pen. She asked him, "What's this?"
In that case, if he really didn't want to accompany her for a walk, he would give her a lipstick. Recently, Saint Roland had been wearing a Christmas limited edition color.
As the used playboy Ragib, Zoya felt that Ragib often coaxed women. It was impossible that he couldn't even guess what she was thinking about!-if she couldn't figure it out, she would break his head.
Ragib stared at the piece of paper in her hand for a while, then looked at Zoya's gloomy and warning expression, and then stared at the paper. There were three letters with "Y" on it, and the three letters were strangely connected.
"What's that?" He narrowed his eyes and asked, "What's that?"
"Fck!" Zoya threw the piece of paper away and pointed at the door of the room. "Get lost!"
"What are you doing?" Ragib didn't seem to know why she was angry. "I didn't say that I was going to accompany you in advance today. I should have gone through Christmas in advance. This hotel was specially made by me last night..."
"Oh, I forgot. You specially bought a 'lucky customer' spot, didn't you?" Zoya stood up angrily, gritted her teeth, and nodded. "Okay, then I'll get lost!"
Zoya quickly changed her clothes and put her belongings into her bag. Finally, she walked to the door with her belt in a coat.
Ragib saw it. "What are you doing?"
Zoya opened the door and said, "On the contrary, don't do anything. You don't have to accompany me to Christmas in advance. You can come back when you like in the United States! It's none of my business!"
With a bang, the door was slammed open, causing Ragib's whole body to freeze on the sofa.
After a long while, he turned off the TV and sighed. "I haven't said anything yet..." After that, he picked up the piece of paper on the ground and touched his chin while thinking.
What was an L.S.? Even if he was a straight man who didn't know anything about cosmetics, it was impossible that he hadn't seen it before. He shook his head with a smile and picked up the phone to make a call. "Hey, let's see what new version of the Y.S...."
When Zoya returned to the Zhan family, the hospital where Zoya was staying was also on holiday.
Seeing Zoya come back, Zoya sneered and said, "He doesn't look very good. What's wrong? He had dinner with his fiance last night, but he didn't send you back today?"
"It's none of your business!" Zoya went upstairs with her bag.
Lana sighed softly behind him. "If he doesn't even want to see me off, it means that a man is starting to get tired. He is no longer as fresh and passionate to that woman as he used to be. Slowly, he won't eat with that woman, and he won't date that woman again. Their relationship will become less and less..."
Zoya turned around and said with a smile, "Oh, why does it sound so sour?"
Lana's face turned green.
"Then let me tell you, even if I don't marry him, he won't want you!"
After saying that, Zoya turned her head and went upstairs.
Hearing the voice, Aunt Hua ran over and looked upstairs. "Hey, is Zoya back?" She followed and shouted, "Miss Zoya, Miss Zoya..."
Zara snorted, threw down the magazine, and walked away.
Zoya returned to her room, threw away her bag, and sat in front of the dressing table with her hands in her arms. She was depressed.
Aunt Hua caught up with them and knocked on the door. After getting Zoya's response, she came in and said, "Hey? Miss Zhan, where is Ragib?" Then she went to the window and looked outside to see if Ragib had not entered yet.
"Don't look at him anymore. He didn't come," Zoya said with annoyance.
"He didn't come?" Aunt walked back to Zoya. "What's going on? Didn't you say that Ragib came yesterday?"
Zoya turned her face away and said nothing.
"Miss Zoya..."
"I don't want to talk now," Zoya said. She couldn't say that she didn't have anything to do with Ragib because of the Christmas in advance, and then she returned in anger. After all, it was between her and Ragib.