The drunk An Jingxing instinctively felt that the handsome guy next to her was more approachable. She was about to go over and talk to him. Unexpectedly, because she drank too much, as soon as she stood up, she felt that her legs were weak and her whole body turned towards him.
He fell down in front.
As the world was spinning, a strong arm grabbed her arm and supported her whole body. She half-opened her eyes and tried hard to fight against the invading sleepiness, but it was in vain...
A man's voice came from above the head, it was the voice of the black-haired man with cold eyes just now... Hey, it's really strange, the voice of this handsome guy sounds... seems a little familiar?
Exactly...where have you heard of it?
"I will take this one away from me and leave this house to you." The black-haired man whispered.
"OK! Let's meet at the company tomorrow!" The voice that seemed to be that of a blond man came from not far away. When An Jingxing heard this voice, she was already being hugged to her chest by the man in front of her.
Her hands habitually hooked the man's neck, but she was muttering in her heart, these two men... why do they feel like they have met before?
Are you overthinking it?
How could there be a man he knew in Xiaocuo's club...and he was so familiar to him?
Before An Jingxing could come up with an answer to this question, she lay on the man's shoulder and fell asleep...
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At the same time, Lin Xiaocuo, who was standing at the door, looked at the figure in a black suit holding a woman and leaving, and couldn't help but sigh... Jing Xing, I'm sorry...
There is really nothing I can do... After all, neither of these two men is easy to mess with! Who wants to be a single mother with two little children waiting to be fed?
Having said that... Lin Xiaocuo was looking forward to it in his heart. Will Jing Xing and ERIC still have the strength to come to the company tomorrow?
Hehehehe... Probably, he doesn't have the energy to come?
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Fragrant...
What kind of fragrance is it? It's a bit familiar, as if I've smelled it somewhere.
It's a bit like orange, whiskey... and a little bit of cigar... so familiar, so familiar, but it seems like I haven't smelled it for a long time... Where did you smell it?
When a person wakes up, the first thing he feels is the sense of smell.
The familiar fragrance surrounded An Jingxing. She slowly opened her eyes, but felt that her forehead hurt as if it was about to split.
Her mouth was extremely dry. She was about to get up and find a glass of water to drink. When she moved her hands, she heard a sound of metal friction coming from above her head. An Jingxing, whose senses were a little dull, realized that the current situation was different from what she usually encountered.
Something is different.
Where is this?
What...are you doing again?
The questions in her heart came to mind, and she pulled her hands hard again, which hurt a little. In the darkness, she groped with her fingers, and finally understood... what she had on her hands were actually... handcuffs?
And the darkness in this room is not real, but someone has covered his eyes with something like silk.
She stretched her legs, and sure enough, even her feet were tied together.
What is going on?
The scene in front of him seemed familiar, but because of his hangover, An Jingxing couldn't remember when he had encountered such a situation before.
The room was very quiet, and it seemed that her own movements had made a little more noise. Soon, she heard the door being opened, and someone must have walked in. She asked without thinking, "Who are you?"
This is my friend’s club, you actually dare to do such a thing, who ordered it?"
My mouth was so dry that even speaking was hoarse and painful, but it gave me a somewhat seductive feeling.
The man didn't seem to hear her words. The steady and rhythmic footsteps echoed in the room. She heard the other man pour a glass of water, and not long after, the glass of water was brought to her mouth.
An Jingxing was wary and closed her mouth tightly, refusing to drink. It didn't take long before the other party gave up and took the cup away... However, this was just her own wishful thinking. Within two minutes... she suddenly felt
There was something soft on her lips, and she opened her mouth deftly, and then the cool mineral water poured into her mouth along the gap...
She has no choice but to be unwilling!
Although the other party forced her to drink this saliva, it really made her feel a lot better and her mind was clearer at the same time!
She frowned, feeling the way that person kissed her just now... It was strange, she could not see the other person, but she felt familiar?
This... what on earth is going on?
Just when An Jingxing was thinking this, she suddenly felt someone reaching out and untying the silk tied around her eyes.
The sudden light in front of her eyes made her squint her eyes. She had seen this room before... It would be inappropriate to say she had seen it before. In fact, she had only seen the drawings of this kind of private room when Lin Xiaocuo was decorating it.
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And this one happens to be the most luxurious presidential suite in this club.
The luxurious diamond chandelier was in the center of the room. When her eyes adjusted to the light in the room, she realized that she was lying on the cowhide sofa in the center of the first floor, and not far in front of her, a slender figure sat.
By one's own side.
The man has fair skin, his black suit and white shirt are open, he wears a black mask on his face, his black hair is casually hanging around, and under his six-pack abs, a black LV belt lines the stacked slender legs...
Very stylish!
Eh!!!!!!!!!!!!!
etc!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LV belt?Limited edition?????????
No, isn't this belt... the birthday gift I just bought for Tang Qianrong a few days ago?
Thinking of this, An Jingxing couldn't help but shake his head vigorously, and then looked carefully several times to confirm that this belt was indeed the one he had personally selected when he went to the mall with ERIC and Lin Xiaocuo...
Then, An Jingxing felt anger rushing to his forehead. Looking at the leisurely man in front of him, pretending to be a bully, he shouted without thinking!
"Tang Qianrong! What are you doing! Why don't you let me go quickly!"
Faced with An Jingxing's hysterical voice, Tang Qianrong's reaction was very dull. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, one hand was placed on his crossed legs, lazily supporting his chin, and his masked face faced An Jing
