"You promised me that you wouldn't embarrass Qianqian. Why would she show up here? If you hadn't intervened for a little secretary like her, Qi Mingye wouldn't have brought her here at all. What on earth do you want to do?"
Gong Shaoming frowned and looked at An Moran, who asked him coldly, and said displeasedly, "Is this why you are suddenly angry? Do you have to think of me so bad?"
"Aren't you? You can deal with me however you want, but I have said many times that what happened back then has nothing to do with Qianqian, why can't you let her go!"
An Moran was so exhausted that he could hardly stand still. He gritted his teeth and glared at Gong Shaoming, who had a cold expression on his face.
Hearing her words, Gong Shaoming's anger rushed into his mind almost instantly, and he reached out and pulled An Moran to his chest.
He lowered his eyes and looked at her, smiling very evilly, "I remember I also told you that I am also very innocent..."
"Not all innocent people can be saved. God is not so free."
An Moran's face turned pale, "Did you really plan Qianqian's appearance here? You clearly know what kind of danger she will face if the Gu family discovers her existence, and you actually do it?" …”
"So what? Whether Gu Qianqian is in danger has nothing to do with me. I also told you, don't anger me easily, otherwise you will not end well."
Gong Shaoming cruelly cut off An Moran's last belief. The anger that An Moran had endured for a long time finally broke out. He stared at his cold face and said word by word, "If anything happens to Qianqian, I will I won’t let you go!”
"Let me go, your touch makes me sick!"
Gong Shaoming: "..."
His sharp eyes flickered on and off, but he kept holding An Moran's arm tightly, unwilling to let go no matter how hard she struggled.
Gu Qianqian's attendance at tonight's banquet really had nothing to do with him. It was just An Moran's preconception that he would not let Gu Qianqian go, which angered him and made him speak unscrupulously.
It's good now that he can't argue...
Finally, An Moran realized that her actions had attracted everyone's attention, so she gave up her struggle and allowed Gong Shaoming to hold her in his arms, but she turned her head away with a cold face, unwilling to look at him again.
Something strange flashed across Gong Shaoming's resolute face. I didn't know what he was thinking. He suddenly pulled An Moran and walked in the direction of Gu Qianqian.
"Gong Shaoming, what else do you want to do? Let me go..."
An Moran was afraid that Gu Qianqian would find something, and desperately tried to break free from Gong Shaoming's grasp, but the gap between men and women determined that her efforts would be in vain.
"Don't you think Gu Qianqian is more important than yourself? My good sister is right in front of me. I would be stingy if I didn't let you reminisce about the past."
Gong Shaoming suddenly stopped and turned around.
He pulled An Moran to his chest, lowered his head, and raised his thin lips in a cruel arc, "What's more, don't forget, you are my bed-warming tool now. If you are unhappy, it will affect my sexuality. I have no interest in dead fish..."
An Moran's face turned pale, he gritted his teeth, and looked at the cold Gong Shaoming in disbelief. The person who was once so familiar has become so strange now...
But the more she showed that she cared, the more Gong Shaoming wanted to destroy the things she cared about. Without giving An Moran a chance to refuse, they quickly arrived at where Qi Mingye and Gu Qianqian were.
