The Pointed Reddish Lips

The room was very quiet, with only the gentle singing of the princess who accompanied the guests. A group of men in suits and leather shoes sat on the sofa. The one with the most striking appearance was one that Jinhuan had seen before in the elevator of the shopping mall yesterday. He was a yellow-level.

She was stunned, so it should be 666. She walked into the wrong room.

"Sorry, I went to the wrong place." She turned around but was stopped.

The middle-aged man closest to her opened his hand to block her way, his eyes full of greed.

Jinhuan's face turned cold. She hated ugly things getting close to her.

Using abilities on ordinary people would burn the power in her body tenfold. She had finally accumulated so much, and she was really reluctant to use it on this ugly thing, but she was forced into a corner. No matter what kind of rule power he had, she would deal with him.

Just about to use her power.

"This is my girlfriend. It's not appropriate for Mr. Cai to do this." Jian Qizhao came over and stopped Jinhuan's shoulder. The faint smell of tobacco on the man also came to her nose.

She looked up at the man, her brown eyes were misty, delicate and soft, but she didn't struggle, and seemed obedient for some reason.

She was 1.65 meters tall, and looked petite and cute in his arms.

Cai Zhuo was frightened by Jian Qizhao's words. Jian Qizhao's identity in this scene was someone that no one could offend. It was obvious that he liked this woman, so how could others dare to snatch her away.

But this delicate flower was really tempting. He was very scared, but he couldn't move his eyes away.

Others were almost the same.

How could the hungry wolves give up their covetousness for the lamb that strayed into the wolf pack?

Jian Qizhao only felt that the skin under his hands was as warm and cool as jade, and even had the illusion that it would melt in his hands.

He half-hugged her and sat back in the center of the sofa.

Continue to discuss the contract with Mr. Ma.

Mr. Ma watched Jinhuan distracted frequently. Jian Qizhao made many excessive requests, but he didn't hear them clearly and agreed to them all. After he realized it, he regretted it so much, but what could he do? The contract had already been signed!

The most important things were done. Next, everyone would sing, drink and relax.

Many bosses had girls sitting next to them to accompany them. Jian Qizhao embraced her. Except for his hot palm falling on her shoulder, there seemed to be no other impoliteness.

Jinhuan gently pulled his sleeve.

Jian Qizhao lowered his head to look at her. The little girl was too petite. Just looking at her, he felt that his heart was rubbed to pieces.

"What's wrong?" His voice was hoarse with alcohol in such an occasion, which was very tempting.

His profile was tough and his lips were thin. He looked cold and ruthless.

Ji Yan's bead's love pattern hadn't grown yet. Even if this man was filled with rich yellow-level energy, she couldn't absorb it, unless she didn't want the last-place Shen Huan bead, or changed someone else.

But it would cost a certain price.

Jin Huan felt it wasn't worth it.

"I should go. My boyfriend is waiting for me." Afraid that he couldn't hear her, she climbed onto Jian Qizhao's neck and whispered in his ear. He had helped her out in this situation, so Jin Huan couldn't let him down.

Jian Qizhao knew that he wasn't a gentleman to her. After all, how could he treat a woman he wanted to possess at first sight like Liu Xiahui and play the game of sitting on her lap without getting distracted? She was now like actively throwing herself into his arms, constantly stimulating his nerves.

He held her waist tightly with his palm and asked softly by her ear: "Don't you want to follow me?"

Jinhuan tilted her head: "I have a boyfriend, sorry."

Jian Qizhao was not in a hurry, he could wait slowly, and he was more patient with her than ever before.

He held Jinhuan's hand, said goodbye to the bosses present, and took her away.

At the door of the 666 private room, she wanted to pull her hand out, but he didn't let her.

"Is your little boyfriend in there?"

"Well, you should let me go."

"My name is Jian Qizhao, what's your name?" He gently pinched her soft little hand.

"I won't tell you." She smiled mischievously, with a feeling of being both delicate and naughty, and was about to turn around and leave, but was suddenly picked up by Jian Qizhao and taken into the empty private room next door, and locked.

Her wrist was clasped and pressed against the door.

He bent slightly, lowered his head and leaned closer: "Tell me, huh?"