Love Comes Like The Southern Breeze (88)
Editor: Atlas Studios
During the dinner, the men were toasting each other.
Fatty Wang drank too much and took the opportunity to lean towards Qiao Ruoxi. His hand started to wander aimlessly.
"Miss Qiao is really pure and charming. I can't help but pity her!"
"President Wang, you flatter me."
Qiao Ruoxi felt like vomiting.
Especially when she saw that Fatty Wang's belly was fatter than a person who had been pregnant for ten months, she felt like vomiting.
Feng Yunan picked up his glass and took a sip expressionlessly as he hard Qiao Ruoxi chatting with them merrily.
He frowned.
She felt that the wine today was more sour than vinegar. It was not good.
"Miss Qiao, what do you like? I can give it to you. Whether it's jewelry or branded bags, I can afford them."
Fatty Wang's half-truths were becoming more and more explicit. It was obvious that he wanted to make her his kept mistress.
"President Wang, you drank too much."