811 Never Seen a Woman Who Loved Money So Much

"Have you taken the contraceptive?"

"… No."

Qiao Mianmian immediately got the boss to settle the bill and dragged Jiang Luoli out of the hot pot restaurant. "Let's go get the morning-after pill now."

…

At a private residence.

The man standing by the window was wrapped in a black bathrobe. He was tall and slender, and his posture was relaxed. Just his back view alone was enough to attract people's attention.

Outside the window was a huge green lawn.

Two French parasol trees blocked most of the sunlight.

He was holding a cup of coffee. The freshly brewed coffee emitted white steam on his glasses, blurring his vision.

He took off his glasses and handed them to the housemaid.

Footsteps sounded behind him.

He slowly stopped when he got closer to him.

"Minister." A respectful voice came from behind him.

Mo Shixiu turned around slowly and looked at the person in front of him. "How did it go?"