203. Chapter 203 Is it because I have an illusion? 2
An Jingxing felt that what she said was exactly what this man was worried about at the moment, but for some reason, Tang Qianrong's face turned darker every time she said something.
When she realized that her words made the man's mood worse and she stopped talking, Tang Qianrong stepped into her room at some point and closed the door with her backhand.
"What in front of Miss Lisa?" Tang Qianrong was more than a head taller than her. At this time, he nodded slightly and stared at her, but it gave her an invisible pressure.
And when she realized that something was vaguely wrong, Tang Qianrong had already forced her into a corner at some point, and when her back was pressed against the cold concrete wall.
He put his hand on the wall above her shoulders, lowered his head so that his eyes were level with hers, and said again: "What are you doing in front of Lisa?"
"I...I can continue to be a nanny, or a wet nurse for Le Zhen and Le Zhu." Although the two of them had had more intimate interactions than this, it did not allow her to become truly familiar with this man.
Suddenly the distance between the two people became so short, she still couldn't help but feel nervous, and she couldn't help but stutter even when she spoke.
After hearing An Jingxing's words, Tang Qianrong's face was still as cold as ice. He stared at the little woman in front of him. Even though he noticed her nervousness, he still refused to take a step back, as if a white wolf was guarding its prey, locked on
His prey.
Until he saw her pretended strength and calmness gradually breaking down, and her eyes began to show a bit of nervousness and confusion.
His palms resting on the wall could not help but secretly tighten. After a long time, his eyes moved slightly and he took a step back.
Sensing his move, An Jingxing quickly escaped from the small area in front of him as if she was on the receiving end of amnesty. However, before she could take a few steps away, Tang Qianrong's voice became colder and colder.
Came from behind.
"An Jingxing, never presume to speculate on what others think. Others will never be as simple as you think. Just like now... what do you think will happen when a drunk man and a woman are in the same room?
What?"
An Jingxing thought that although she couldn't say she knew this man, she at least had a rough idea, but when she saw him sullenly walking towards her step by step with his hands in his pockets.
At that moment, she felt as if she was a stranger standing in front of her.
The surge of panic made her step back step by step. Unexpectedly, as soon as she took a few steps back, she tripped over the edge of the bed and fell onto the bed.
Seeing Tang Qianrong's approaching figure, An Jingxing was really scared at this moment. She wanted to sit up from the bed and escape to any other place.
But how could she forget that this house and this place were given to her by this man? Even if she could escape from this room, where could she escape to?
Thinking of this, she felt helpless and pitiful. When she felt the man's hand holding her wrist, she also tried to struggle.
But at this moment, she realized that his strength was several times greater than Hod's.
When his body climbed onto the big bed that he had mercifully given to her a few days ago, she felt the soft Simmons bed sinking in slightly.
