24 This Size Doesn’t Suit Her

As he sipped the red wine, his Adam's apple rolled sexily. The red wine tinted his lips, making them pinkish and moist. His hand shook the red wine glass gently.

This man showed his dignity through his actions, and there was an unknown fascination in them.

Shui Miaomiao looked at the two beautiful ladies who were astonished.

This man. He was a monster.

"What are you looking at?" Shen Mochen asked her.

Shui Miaomiao didn't pay attention, but she was just as astonished as the other beautiful ladies.

The problem was that he caught her watching him.

Shui Miaomiao gulped. She lowered her eyes as she frowned and replied awkwardly, "Don't you know what I'm looking at?"

Shen Mochen raised the corners of his lips. Looking at her awkwardness and the shyness in the eyes, he did not continue embarrassing her. He gave her a dried radish and said, "Don't just drink, eat something."

Shui Miaomiao said nothing.

President, can he get her a piece of meat?

She doesn't like to eat dried radishes.

Shui Miamiao was speechless. Then she heard Manager Huang, who was sitting opposite her, say in a lovey-dovey manner, "President Shen is always a man with a lot of content. Radish is better than picking up meat."

Shui Miaomiao did not understand the meaning of Manager Huang's words. However, she kept feeling that it contained a deep meaning.

She looked at Shen Mochen.

Shen Mochen lifted the edge of his mouth slightly as if he understood what Manager Huang had said. Then he gave a toast to Manager Huang.

Manager Huang immediately, respectfully picked up the glass and drank all the wine in it.

Shui Miaomiao thought the topic between the men was particularly weird. She did not dare to eat any more of the radish that Shen Mochen gave her. Then she lowered her head and took a piece of chicken and placed it in her mouth.

"Heh, heh, heh, Miss Shui, you are cooperative indeed. I'll toast this glass to you," said the bald man as he raised his wine glass.

Shui Miaomiao was confused. What did she do to cooperate with them?

However, the bald man is Manager Huang's leader, which is also her customer. Shui Miaomiao dared not ignore him, so she immediately picked up the glass. When she saw there was no wine in it, she laughed dryly as she said, "I am the one who should toast to you."

As she spoke, she went to get the wine bottle. As soon as she held it in her hand, she was seized by Shen Mochen.

His large palm wrapped around her small hand. She could feel the heat passing from his palm to her hand.

"It is not suitable for a girl to hold the wine bottle. I will do it," said Shen Mochen elegantly.

The inside of his hand was so hot that it felt like a cigarette butt.

Shui Miaomiao let go of it at once. She pulled her hand out and subconsciously rubbed the back of her hand against her coat to dissipate the heat that was still on it.

Shen Mochen looked at her intensely, the red wine gurgling out of the bottle.

He poured her only a little wine and put the bottle back in the middle.

"In fact, it would be more intimate if President Shen and Miss Shui hold it together," Manager Huang said, livening the atmosphere at the wine table.

Shen Mochen said meaningfully, "The size of the red wine bottle is not suitable for her."

Shui Miaomiao's eyes widened, and she was stunned.

She had not understood it before and had always felt a lovey-dovey atmosphere was looming around the table.

Men have unique topics.

But she was no more an ignorant little girl.

When Shen Mochen said that, she understood.

Whether it was the radish, meat, or chicken, in their minds, they were talking about male genitalia.

F*ck.

They made her take it and even made her eat.

Damn.

She had unwittingly become the object of their ridicule.

Shui Miaomiao felt the fire of rage emerging out from her brain.

It didn't feel right to be the entertainment.

However, she had nowhere to vent her anger. She could only hold the red wine glass tightly.