"It can be seen that Miss Jing is unwilling, but there is a saying in China, which is, don't give up until you achieve your goal. So, Miss Jing, are you going to drink this cup of drugged wine yourself? Or should I have someone force you to do so?"
Do you drink?"
The amber liquid swayed slightly in the transparent glass. The pill dissolved instantly in the wine and quickly disappeared without a trace. It looked no different from ordinary alcohol.
Mr. Suzuki didn't speak, he just looked at Jing Haohao with a hint of interest in his eyes, as if he was admiring the prey he was about to eat.
Jing Hao stared at the glass of wine in front of him, remained silent for a while, turned his head, looked at Mr. Suzuki, and said in a calm tone: "Mr. Suzuki, you drank too much tonight, I think we will make an appointment to talk about this tomorrow.
Just something."
After saying that, Jinghao stood up and said, "Goodbye, Mr. Suzuki."
The people behind him were still playing cards around the gambling table, as if they didn't see what was happening here at all.
The singer on the stage was still babbling and thinking about songs that Jing Hao couldn't understand, her tone of voice was lingering and soft, refreshing.
Mr. Suzuki lazily leaned on the sofa, facing Jing Haohao, without even raising his eyes. He just raised his hands and swallowed a sip of cigar. The lingering smoke was released from between his lips and teeth.
Jing Hao suppressed the nervousness in his heart and stood calmly in front of Mr. Suzuki for a moment. Then he politely bent over, turned around, and walked toward the door.
High heels made a dull sound when stepping on the wooden floor.
Mr. Suzuki still sat motionless on the sofa.
Jing Haohao stood in front of the door and noticed that there was nothing strange behind him. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand. Just as he was about to open the door, Mr. Suzuki's voice suddenly came: "Miss Jing."
Jing Haohao's hand rested on the doorknob.
She didn't turn around, her whole body was tense.
Then, Mr. Suzuki's voice came again: "It seems that the answer Miss Jing gave me is that I will be fined if I don't drink a toast?"
As Mr. Suzuki finished speaking, the driver who was standing next to him and met Jing Haohao strode directly towards Jing Haohao.
Jing Haohao clearly heard the sound of footsteps approaching her from behind.
With an air of danger.
Jing took a deep breath, raised his hand, opened the door, rushed outside quickly, and ran out without caring.
She tried her best, as if she was followed by a wolf, tiger, and leopard, no, it was a wolf, tiger, and leopard.
Jinghao Hao had no idea what a Japanese message meant behind her. She could only feel that the footsteps of the person chasing her were getting closer and closer to her.
Jing Haohao was wearing high heels and her speed was not fast. The man chasing her was like a cat chasing a mouse. But after turning three turns, her long hair was grabbed fiercely, and then
The whole person was dragged back forcefully and thrown directly onto the sofa.
Just as Jing Hao struggled to stand up, the man raised his hand and slammed her down on the sofa.
Mr. Suzuki still stood there with a polite attitude, looking at Jing Haohao who was struggling but could not escape with a touch of appreciation in his eyes. Then, he smiled slightly at the corners of his lips, took steps, and walked towards
