"Sorry. I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you. Ladies, please continue."
When the steady sound of the piano's bass keys, accompanied by the panicked gasps from all around, reached her ears, Qingwu was certain of two things.
One, she was indeed drunk. Two, she was not dreaming.
Because my body was being pulled hard by life, I shook my head and saw that my hand was tightly grasped by someone, curled up into a small flower bone and nestled in the dry and warm palm of that person.
She felt anxious about being electrocuted.
After a few symbolic struggles, beads of sweat overflowed from his forehead. His sharp masculine scent was on the tip of his nose. If he smelled it carefully, there was also a hint of tobacco smell and a strong aroma of wine. The top of his head was covered by his tall figure.
shadow.
Ling Yansen nodded slightly, and expressed his sincere apology as a gentleman for breaking into the bathroom without warning and scaring the faces of all the ladies. However, his deep eyes lingered on the pale and rosy face of the person in his arms.
go.
She left the private room for a full hour and a half. When Sun Tongtong was praised by Chang Lixin, he glanced at the contract placed by his assistant on the table and realized that she was brave and careful enough to retain such a hand, which made him dumbfounded.
What makes her angry is that she can't calm down to sign the contract. Monet is a pretty decent place for eating, drinking and having fun, and the guests who come are either rich or expensive, and generally of higher quality.
But for a drunk person, these are nothing, especially someone like her...
The bottomless gaze like frosted glass snaked down her loose suit, stopping at the gorgeous bulge wrapped under the skirt, and gradually became cold and sharp.
In the chaos, she felt a sudden chill running down her spine. She was pressed against the wall by him, her eyes were wandering and seductive. The perverted silhouettes of Ling Yansen overlapped in her sight, making her unable to tell which one was real.
he.
"You...Mr. Ling...how did you know I was in the bathroom?" She tilted her head, her body feeling dizzy under the influence of alcohol.
Ling Yansen was impatient. His face was stern, and his delicate and sculpture-like facial features were wrinkled. His thick eyebrows were furrowed, and his squinted eyes were filled with a playful light. He stared at the green jade finger that she stumbled up to his nose.
, somewhere in the body is restless and uneasy.
So without thinking, he leaned forward slightly, opened his mouth and bit it.