Billionaire's One Night Stand novel Chapter 1133

Looking at Ragib striding down the stairs, the two guards were stunned.

"It's over. Master will definitely fall in love with that Ms. Zhan."

"Is there any other possibility? Because His Family wants him to go on a blind date, he must find a girlfriend and bring her back?"

"Then find any woman to accompany him back home. No other woman can be a Young Master's girlfriend. I'm so happy about that. Why does it have to be Ms. Zhan?"

The two of them fell silent at the same time again.

Downstairs, His Mother took Ragib's jacket and gave it to him. "Then the Young Master won't come back for dinner tonight, will he?"

"I won't go back."

Ragib picked up the car keys and strode outside.

As soon as they arrived at his Ferrari, the two guards hurriedly followed him and said, "Young Master, we..."

"I suddenly don't want to take you out, go back!" Ragib changed his mind again. He went around to the other side of the car door and opened the door to knock on the door.

The two guards gaped at him.

The red Ferrari sports car quickly left Ragib's private villa.

In the afternoon, when Zoya was about to get off work, she received a call from Ragib.

Zoya looked at the call and did not answer it for a long time. Except for the previous two messages, she did not call Ragib once.

After yesterday's nightmare-like incident, Zoya was a little afraid to see Ragib's phone and text. Even if Ragib was as annoying as usual, she would not be so afraid...

When the phone was about to end, Zoya hesitated for a long time before picking it up. "... Hello."

"Come to Long Pavilion for dinner, now." Ragib directly said the name of restaurant. "You are not allowed to refuse. If you don't mind going to your apartment district to look for you, let everyone see the way you and Ragib are together."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

His threat was simple and straightforward!

Zoya's hand, which was holding the mobile phone, was shaking. "Ragib, this bully!"

Half an hour later, Zoya arrived at the central restaurant 'Dragonmoon Pavilion', which was frequented by high officials in the city center.

After they arrived at the well-known restaurant, the waiter brought her to the door of private room.

"Miss Zhan, Mr. Ragib is inside." The waiter bowed and left.

Zoya took a deep breath, lifted her head and walked in.

Why should she be afraid?

What the f*ck was she afraid of!

Ragib was sitting at a window seat, flipping through the menu. He was dressed in a wine red shirt with a dark blue tie, decorated with short hair, and the profile of his profile was very handsome and free.

"I'm here, Mr. Ragib." As soon as Zoya came in, she stared at him and said, "Let's talk about it!"

Ragib glanced at Zoya, who was walking in with her head up and her chest out. "36D, 24, 36. Not bad. Have a seat, will you?"

"Don't be so shameless...

Hearing Ragib estimate her opponents accurately, Zoya felt as if a firecracker had been fired in her heart. It was going to explode!

"If you don't want to stand here and be seen as a traitor by me, you can continue to stand there." Ragib ignored her fierceness.

This pervert!

Gritting her teeth, Zoya walked over and sat down.

"What do you want to eat?" Ragib handed the menu to her, then put up his legs and began to taste his dishes.

Zoya sat on the opposite side, her whole body tense. Her eyes were like two knives, staring at the man on the opposite side with vigilance.

Facing Ragib who she could not deal with at all, she had a completely different feeling towards Ragib than facing him. Facing Ragib, the air pressure was suffocating. After all, Ragib was the youngest man in the military world, a man who had even opened up in the business world, and a friend of Aman, the president of the Emperor!

No matter where Ragib went, it was always a fearful sight.

--After all, he's so thick-skinned that it' impossible for anyone to defend against him!

Zoya gritted her teeth and said, "No, we don't have to eat. We don't have any reason to eat together. Why did you call me here?"

Ragib put down the menu with a big red cover. "Okay, then let's make it clear and then eat it."

Zoya looked at him warily.

"What does he want to do?"

"Simply put." Ragib looked at her. "Be my girlfriend."

"What the f*ck!"

Zoya almost fell off her chair!

"What the hell are you talking about? Ragib, have your brain been caught by the door recently..." After she stabilized herself, Zoya's eyes widened. "Do you still want to play tricks on me?"

"Watch your tongue," Ragib said in a deep voice. "I'm giving you a chance. You should be very clear about how many young ladies from wealthy families want to be my girlfriend. You should be the first lady to have the honor to be my girlfriend."

"I said..." Zoya tried her best to steady herself so that she wouldn't get angry. She sneered, "Ragib, aren't you too arrogant?"

Angry, humiliating! What's 'it's an honor to be his girlfriend?

She said that she wanted to be his girlfriend? Who wanted to be his girlfriend?

Ragib unhurriedly picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea. "In short, I don't think I have anything to pick on. As for what you said, it some merits and disadvantages. You should deal with me first. It's not good for you to find the reason."

Peng!

Zoya's forehead hit the table.

She held the table, raised her face and cried, "Who wants to be with you? Why do I have to find the reason myself? Also, who promised to be your girlfriend? Don't feel so good about yourself!"

"Be my girlfriend, what's there for you to dislike?" Ragib snorted. "I don't dislike a woman who has been a paparazzi like you. That's enough."