Qiao Mo’s eyes instantly beca a bit moist. Sensing the cold and stern gaze from the side, she quickly withdrew her glance, not daring to look further.
A few minutes later, the group sat down, and the manager soon served the wine and fruit platters.
Not long after, Yan Jiu ca over, holding two won, squinting as he surveyed the people present.
As soon as he appeared, a few n who were originally sitting quite steadily all stood up, each one looking very uneasy.
"Mr. Jiu..."
"Mr. Yan..."
"Sit down." Yan Jiu curled his lips, speaking calmly, yet unceremoniously taking the first seat.
His enchanting almond-shaped eyes landed on Jiang Jinghao opposite him, squinting slightly, his rosy lips curling up: "Why is it so lively today?"
The few people responded with a couple of words, but Yan Jiu didn’t pay them any mind, crossing his legs, cigarette dangling from his lips, waving to the manager: "I say, Manager Wang! How are we supposed to play with a bunch of old n?"
The manager beside him was sweating profusely. After swallowing, he quickly said, "Don’t worry, Mr. Jiu, I’ll arrange it right away! I’ll arrange it imdiately!"
Soon, the manager brought over more than a dozen won, each one more elegant than the last, with two of them even having fair skin and beautiful looks like water lilies.
"Mr. Jiu, they are all genuine newbies, see for yourself..."
Yan Jiu put down the cigarette in his hand, lightly flicked the ash, and waved his hand, signaling the won to sit among the n.
Qiao Mo looked up at Jiang Jinghao, only to see two won sitting on either side of him, already familiarly chatting about sothing.
Before she could recover, the sudden influx of fragrance made Qiao Mo freeze slightly, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable. She instinctively moved to the side, deliberately distancing herself a bit.
One woman, noticing that Fu Nancheng and Qiao Mo hadn’t interacted the whole ti, bravely sat between the two of them.
Qiao Mo looked up and t his deep gaze, giving a distant smile before withdrawing her gaze.
His expression darkened slightly, his thin lips pursed lightly.
Seeing him remain silent, the woman felt a surge of joy and leaned a bit closer to him: "Young Master Fu..."
"Get lost." His gaze remained fixed on Qiao Mo as he spoke coldly.
The woman’s expression stiffened slightly, seemingly reluctant, yet she didn’t move.
Fu Nancheng finally withdrew his gaze, the ominous look directed at the woman making her shiver, and she hurriedly left.
Watching her leave, Qiao Mo finally sat back beside him, saying nothing, just pouring herself a glass of wine and taking a sip.
He reached out and pulled her into his embrace, his chin lightly resting on her forehead: "Angry?"
"Yes." Qiao Mo responded, able to sense Jiang Jinghao watching her again.
She only lowered her gaze, leaning against Fu Nancheng’s embrace, not giving any further response.
His embrace was warm, so comfortable that it even made her a little sleepy.
She really wished she could just stop thinking about anything and drift off into a deep sleep...
The dance floor gradually beca lively, as the upcoming performances began to heat up. More and more people crowded in, the dazzling lights flashing incessantly, with the deafening music and the pungent scent of perfu and alcohol, gradually presenting a scene of debauchery...
A woman beside Yan Jiu, seemingly harboring so hidden intentions, coquettishly smiled and said: "Mr. Jiu, do you dare to play truth or dare with us?"
Yan Jiu chuckled, ready to refuse, but then his gaze landed on Jiang Jinghao opposite him, and he squinted his eyes, suddenly changing his mind: "Sure, I’ll play with you."
Imdiately, the n and won gathered around the table suddenly started this extrely childish ga.
As to whether it would be boring, quite a few people were actually filled with anticipation.
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