"Only a month younger? You are not much different in age. You, my biological child, don't care about anything. Why does she still care about it?" Miss Zhang held her hands in front of her chest and said disdainfully. Her temperament means that she will say whatever she wants.
, so she suffered a lot in interpersonal relationships because of her mouth, but she still did not change. She was still a straight-tempered person who acted in a fickle manner. Compared with other delicate women, she had another kind of attractive charm.
Miao Jian listened to her and just smiled slightly, not answering.
"Yes, Zhang Yuan is right. You are the biological daughter of the Miao family, so why are you so humble and humble?" Miss Wang also roughly understood what happened, and she frowned and felt sorry for Miao Jian.
"She is my sister after all, and I can understand why she is a little ignorant sometimes." Miao Jian defended Miao Yanru.
"It's already this time, why are you still speaking for her?" Qin Xiao stretched out his hand and poked Miao Jian's arm, "Don't think too innocently, what they both said is right."
"Yeah, but she is my sister after all." Miao Jian still said.
Miss Zhang and Miss Wang looked at each other and remained silent. There was something wrong with the atmosphere. Qin Xiao pulled Miao Jian to the other side. Miao Jian had nothing to say to Miss Zhang and Miss Wang, and followed Qin Xiao in the hall.
Walk freely.
Qin Xiao went to the bathroom, and Miao Jian sat down at a table near the bathroom.
From the moment she entered the hall, Shao Xinghan was dragged to drink by several people who came out of the blue. Miao Jian saw that she was dragged over and could not say anything. After Shao Xinghan left, she came to find Qin Xiao
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Miao Jian shook the wine glass in her hand and looked down at the red wine in the glass. It quickly rotated under the influence of force and formed a small vortex. Miao Jian looked at the vortex and her thoughts drifted elsewhere.
"Drink, give me a drink."
"Well--"
The man's cold and decisive voice and the woman's low whimper reached Miao Jian's ears, pulling Miao Jian's thoughts back from the distance.
Miao Jian followed the sound and looked over, only to see a man hunched over the corner of the sofa in the corner, facing the woman nestled in the corner of the sofa. The man's back was to Miao Jian, and Miao Jian only saw a back figure and the woman.
The small and exquisite legs are tightly clamped and twisting from time to time.
"I won't drink...I won't...drink..." The woman's voice came one after another, struggling and resisting.
"Don't you like drinking, but you can't stand it at this point?" The man held the wine glass in one hand and pinched the woman's chin hard with the other hand. The woman's face was almost deformed because it was pinched too hard. The man poured the wine into the woman hard.
After pouring it into her mouth, the woman resisted and swallowed, grabbing randomly with her hands, trying to push away the man's hand that was squeezing her.
Miao Jian sat not far away and watched, and the people around him also saw it. They all just looked at it from a distance, and looked at it in shock. Then they turned their faces away and slowly moved away from the corner. The crowd was already sparse.
It became even more desolate. Miao Jian was sitting alone in the corner on this side, watching this shocking scene calmly.
The woman was still struggling hard, with wine pouring into her mouth, and her words were unclear. All she could hear was whimpering intermittently.
The man drank one glass after another. The bottle of wine placed on the table next to the sofa had been poured out. After the man finished drinking the bottle of wine, he loosened his grip on the woman's hand with some satisfaction, put down the wine glass, and prepared to open it.
Second bottle of wine.
As soon as the woman let go of the man's restraints, her body trembled and she huddled up. With tears on her face, she watched the man open the second bottle of wine, slowly fill up another glass, pick it up leisurely, and then stretched out his hand towards her to grab it.
her chin.
"No... don't." The woman dodged, turned her face away, covered her face with her hands, and curled up in the corner of the sofa. Tears flowed down her face and onto her neck, and the wine she missed spilled on her face.
Her neck was soaked in the skirt of her clothes. She looked in a miserable state, but she looked particularly satisfied in the man's eyes.
The man curled his lips, stood up straight, and prepared for the second round of attack.
"Aze...please don't do this, please..." the woman begged, her voice trembling, but she didn't dare to resist too much, she just begged in a low voice.
The man is like a devil. The more the woman begs him, the more satisfied she becomes. He chuckles softly and looks very happy, but there is a bottomless coldness in his eyes.
"No? Don't you like this? You like it when I force you to do all kinds of things, don't you?" The man bent down and leaned close to the woman's ear, whispering in a low voice like a lover grinding together, which made the woman's heart tremble.
"I... don't like..." the woman said with difficulty, and shrank her body to the corner of the sofa. Her eyes kept dodging, not even daring to look into the man's eyes.
"Ah, it turns out you don't like it. I thought... you liked it..." The man seemed to have heard bad news. He put down his wine glass in frustration, took a step back and sat down on the stool with a decadent look in his eyes.
He looked at the woman with a look of tenderness and disappointment in his eyes, which made her heart feel like needles pricking her heart.
The woman carefully looked at the person in front of her. The pitiful and decadent appearance of the other person made her heartache. She wriggled her lower lip, silently clenched her fists, and her tears flowed out as if she couldn't stop them. Her heart was like a knife:
"No, I don't like it."
"Then you like it, let me tell you, how could you not like it?" Excitement appeared in the man's eyes, a smile appeared on his cold and handsome face, and his hand slowly reached for the wine glass filled with wine. Devil
Smiling normally.
The woman's heart trembled and she closed her eyes tightly. There was no way, she couldn't bear it. She felt sad when she saw that he was unhappy. She would rather feel sad than see him sad.
What can I do, I love him, but what can I do, he doesn't love her.
Miao Jian was watching the man's movements not far away. From a distance, she couldn't hear clearly what they said. She could only vaguely hear the man say, "That means you like it. I'm just saying, how could you not like it?"
Miao Jian was confused when she heard this, but she felt inexplicably that the woman seemed to be enduring something.
She watched the man pick up the wine glass on the table and face the woman, as if he was going to do something. Miao Jian couldn't see it. She turned her head and saw the man stretching out his other hand and slowly pinching the woman's chin.
The woman dodged a little, but her resistance was not obvious, and the man successfully held the woman's chin.
"Hiss..." The man was so strong that it hurt.
The wine glass slowly came to the woman's lips. The woman opened her mouth tremblingly, and the cold water poured into her throat. She swallowed hard, and her body was hot due to the effect of the alcohol, but also became cold due to the pouring of the wine.
Miao Jian's frown deepened. She put down her wine glass and walked straight towards the man.