Arrogance, Arrogance, You Are Used to It

"With me? How can I be worthy of being the lord of a city?" A piece of cigarette ashes fell, and Qin Mengxiao looked at it with brilliance, which was so beautiful that it captivated people's soul. "Since you know you are not worthy, why come here to provoke me in every possible way, and now you are leaning on my bed!" Zhou Zheng stood in front of the bed with his hands behind his hands. He admitted that he was moved. Qin Meng smiled frivolously and pretended to be stupid: "Mr. Zhou may have misunderstood, haven't we always been very good friends?" Fingers as white as green onions hooked the hem of the black suit. "Friends? Ha!" Zhou Zheng sneered, his eyes dark, "Are you doing this as a friend?" That night, the autumn rain disturbed the fallen leaves. Qin Meng left smelling of alcohol, threw the cigarette between his fingers in an arc, and said to himself: "It's just a transaction." She thought she would never see Zhou Zheng again in her life, until she accidentally saw the news. It turns out that Mr. Zhou, who has always been deeply involved in simple matters, is actually the prince of Pingcheng and the future leader of a country...