"Sister Xiao Shu, do you still need to ask? Have you seen her sweating profusely? This is obviously a guilty conscience. She is Duan Qingwu."
Ye Jintong's cold smile was like a knife, piercing Qingwu's only thin layer of armor. Now, with nothing on her body, anyone could easily kill her.
"Hey! Are you deaf? I want to ask you something!"
"No...no, you got the wrong person...I'm not...I'll go first..."
After saying that, she grabbed the tray tightly and Qingwu turned around anxiously. But the hand on her shoulder refused to let go of her.
Qingwu had no choice but to exert force. Unexpectedly, at the same time, the hand suddenly let go. She exerted too much force, and her body was driven by inertia and accidentally fell forward. Ping Ping Pong - Tray and Tray
There was the sound of several wine glasses falling to the ground.
Crisp, shattering, loud noise.
Most of the banquet hall was shaken to a halt by the harsh sound.
Everyone looked sideways and looked over.
Qingwu felt ready to die.
However, to make matters worse, the fat middle-aged woman came around again. "You have been causing trouble the whole night! You are a shameless thing! Why don't you pick it up and clean it up! I've disturbed everyone, let's see if you can."
A few heads to apologize!"
Qingwu could only squint her eyes, not looking at the colorful eyes around her, and automatically block out the gossip they were whispering in their mouths. She lowered her head, with a pale face, and bent over.
Hiss——
Trouble ensues.
This time, it's not a natural disaster.
When there was a sound, Qingwu didn't pay attention and continued to bend down, but her body didn't bow down even a single arc, so the hissing sound became even more intense.
At first she didn't know where the sound came from, until she felt a faint cold wind blowing across the surface of her skin at her waist. Her hands trembled as she groped upwards. Suddenly, her mind went blank and her whole body became stiff.
how so?!
She's not fat, she really isn't. Even if the cheongsam is a small size, it's close-fitting at best. How come the seams are ripped apart as soon as she bends over?
Qingwu scratched it and quietly brought her hand under her eyes to take a look. Sure enough, there were a lot of sutures that had been loosened long ago, and they felt sticky like glue...
This cheongsam has been tampered with!
Who wants to harm her?
It couldn't be unintentional. Qingwu's palms suddenly broke out in cold sweat. She thought about it from beginning to end. She sorted out her thoughts. It started roughly when she lingered outside the door for so long and suddenly someone came over and dragged her into the door.
This is a trap prepared for her, waiting for her to escape!
Who in the audience would regard her as an enemy?
The answer is self-evident.
Qingwu turned her eyes and glanced at the charming and morbid woman standing firmly on the high platform with a look on her face as she watched the show, and she suddenly understood.
"Are you deaf? I'm just a little waiter. What's going on? Do you want to challenge me or what? Are you still reasonable? The big tray disturbed the distinguished guests, but you are still reasonable? Huh?"
Seeing that Qingwu was indifferent, the fat woman turned blue with anger. She came over, bared her teeth, poked Qingwu's temples with her pointed index finger, and scolded her angrily. Qingwu always lowered her head, but refused to bend down any more.
"Do you hear me? Pick up these pieces for me! Clean them up for me! Don't disturb the guests' enjoyment!"
Qingwu looked at the big beads of sweat on her forehead hitting the smooth and bright floor. Her heart beat out of her body and hung in the air, burning, but she couldn't move. She knew that if she moved again, that piece of clothing would
The cheongsam can't wrap her up anymore. By then, Xiao Manyin's goal will be achieved. She will make a fool of herself here, lose her face, and have no chance to turn around!
"Hey! Deaf! Bend down and pick it up!"
The fat woman got completely angry and pressed Qingwu's back, trying to push her to the ground. Qingwu refused and struggled desperately, but she was helpless and could not speak out to defend herself.
The scene was chaotic for a moment, and everyone gathered in layers to watch the show. There were many speculations about Qing Wu's identity.
At this time, on the high platform, a man with heavy eyebrows and a sinister aura shot out from his whole body, his dark eyes stared in the direction of the lively crowd, his green and black outline was thundering, and he snapped his fingers.
Lin Wencai immediately ran over and lowered his head to wait for orders.
"Quick! Turn off the main power switch for me as quickly as possible!"
"yes!"
Seriously, the next second, there was a snap, and the entire banquet hall fell into darkness.
The crowd was noisy, shouting and becoming restless.
In the chaos here, just when Qingwu was about to turn around and run away with her torn cheongsam, a hand suddenly intercepted her and grabbed her cold arm. The hand had a thick palm, dry and warm.
Somewhat fierce momentum.
"Who?!" Qingwu in the darkness was like a homeless child, confused, and even her voice couldn't stop trembling.
The owner of that hand did not make a sound. In his ears, there was only the sound of heavy and depressed breathing, very steady, beating like a drum against Qing Wu's weak heart.
The voice was clearly in her ears, but it made Qingwu feel as insubstantial as if she could not touch it despite the dim lights.
Qingwu struggled, but the man still refused to let go. She heard the rustle of clothes rubbing together, and the next moment, her shoulders felt heavy.
Qingwu stretched out her hand and touched it. It turned out to be a piece of hard and heavy clothing. It was very big. The hem of the clothing covered her thighs. It was very cold, but there was a secret warmth on her back. It seemed that it had just been taken off her body.
came down.
There was no smell of cologne, only a little bit of strong and manic male scent mixed with a trace of sweat. It was not unpleasant at all. It could even be said that it was a smell that made her greedy, strange yet familiar, scary yet frightening.
I can't help but want it.
There were waves of hesitant rain sliding through her heart, wet and cool, tugging at her heart.
When she came back to consciousness again, the strength on her wrist had disappeared, and only the hot touch left in the palm of her hand made a red circle around her arm, hot and hot.
Then there was the rest of the specious sigh in my ears.
Very heavy, very heavy, very helpless.
The man who gave her the clothes was sighing, so feebly and forbearing. There was another snap, and tens of thousands of rays of light flooded into her unprepared eyes, so her vision was completely dark.
When Qing Wu's vision became clear, she raised her eyes and looked around. Except for the circle of VIPs waiting to watch the show, there was no one else around. At least, Qing Wu glanced at them one by one, and no one seemed to do what she just did.
Kind of a kind person who gave her clothes to cover up her embarrassment.
He has left.
If it weren't for the fact that she was wearing a high-end men's suit jacket, Qingwu would have felt like she was just dreaming.
Everyone recovered from the panic and felt a little resentful. Naturally, their passionate criticism of Qing Wu was also put aside.
As soon as Qingwu turned around, she met Jiang Henhan, who was staring at her with a gloomy expression.