Bao Nan shook his head expressionlessly, his eyes fixated on Jiang Tong behind him.
His gaze might have been too intense, making Qi Feng, also a man, furrow his brows.
Even his face, tightly covered, started to look unnatural.
"Well then... if you’re okay, we’ll be off first."
After saying this, he dragged Jiang Tong back to her apartnt.
The door opposite slamd shut, snapping Bao Nan back to reality.
He was still standing there; even in casual ho wear, his noble deanor was unmistakable.
Gu Qize peeked out cautiously from the doorfra.
The earlier scene was fully observed by him.
As a renowned playboy in Beijing, Qi Feng’s little sches were entirely under his control.
Looks like his second brother has encountered a rival in love.
Tsk tsk.
No wonder people call her the man magnet of Hengchuan.
Truly in demand.
"Second Brother," he weakly called out to Bao Nan.
Hearing his voice, Bao Nan slightly turned his head from where he stood by the door.
"Second Brother, seize the opportunity!"
If not now, then when?
...
The agony of a hangover is sothing most can’t endure, let alone Jiang Tong, who has zero tolerance for alcohol.
Even just one drink made her head feel like it was exploding.
Jiang Tong groggily climbed out of bed, looking a bit pale.
As she dragged her heavy body towards the living room, she was imdiately startled awake.
The once tidy living room was now a complete ss.
The carpet was so disordered that it was hard to tell the position, pillows from the sofa were tossed by the doorway, and things from the coffee table were scattered all over the floor.
If it weren’t for Qi Feng sitting on the sofa with his ssy hair,
Jiang Tong might have thought a burglar had broken in.
Qi Feng glanced at her, speaking sarcastically, "Awake?"
"Huh?"
Having just woken up, Jiang Tong was still a bit dazed.
So her reactions were a few tis slower than usual.
"Little Qi? Why are you at my place?"
Upon hearing her question, Qi Feng twitched the corner of his mouth.
"Hey, really, you don’t rember what happened last night?"
"Huh?"
What happened last night?
Jiang Tong was puzzled for a mont, her brain in a continuous freeze.
The ssy room...
Qi Feng with bedhead...
She thought for a mont, hesitatingly looking at Qi Feng, "No way, I wouldn’t even fancy a face like yours."
Qi Feng: "..."
Damn.
His eye twitched uncontrollably.
For a brief mont, Qi Feng thought that ditching that thirty million dollar gig last night wasn’t such a wise decision.
And staying behind was just to play a ga with Jiang Tong.
She had her fun.
After all, she was drunk and oblivious to everything.
As for him, under the constant pressure of being let down by teammates, he dropped eight ranks, losing thirty million.
In the early morning, Jiang Tong still managed to break his heart.
Tired.
Life’s not worth it.
"Jiang Tong."
"What’s up?"
"You have no heart!"
Jiang Tong: "..."
How does she not have a heart, when she was just stating the truth?
In the end, the girl sent Qi Feng off like a revered ancestor, making bold claims that she would compensate him.
While Qi Feng still wanted to say sothing, Jiang Tong quickly shut him up and stuffed him into his agent’s car.
The trouble was finally resolved.
Jiang Tong humd a little tune and took the bus to Imperial Palace No.1 to retrieve her BMW.
In a blue uniform, pure black long pants, with a badge pinned to her chest.
She tied her hair into a low ponytail, and after confirming her outfit had no issues, Jiang Tong hurried back to the prosecutor’s office.
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