Seeing this, Wen Lishu even breathed disordered.

She resisted with all her heart, and her body rolled over in a panic, rolling directly from the sofa to the ground.

The ground was covered with a thick carpet, but it still hurt, Wen Lishu had no time to take care of it, so he got up from the ground in embarrassment, and wanted to escape to the door.

But Song Qiancheng grabbed her arm with one hand, pulled her back, stared at her angrily with black eyes, and said in a suppressed voice, "Where do you want to run?"

Wen Lishu looked back pitifully, begging him to let her go, but her obedience did not change her fate of being tortured.

Song Qiancheng skillfully untied her tie, tied her hands, and then pushed her back to the sofa.

Wen Lishu fixed his eyes and watched with trembling heart as he picked something in the box.

Knowing that she couldn't escape, she closed her eyes as if she were dead, but she still hoped that someone with good Samaritans could save her from this dire situation.

God heard her prayer, and the phone rang in the room just in time.

Song Qiancheng threw the thing back into the box, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and picked it up.

I don't know who called him, but I heard him say, "I'm going now." ”

hung up the phone, Song Qiancheng didn't look at her, picked up his coat and left the room.

The sound of the door closing sounded, and Wen Lishu sat up from the sofa weakly.

She bit the tie off her wrist with her teeth, and her nose ached as she looked at the strangulation marks.

At this moment, there was a knock at the door of the room.

Wen Lishu walked to the peephole by the door and saw that it was Song Qiancheng's male assistant.

She opened the door panel, and the assistant handed her a bag in her hand, and said politely: "Miss Wen, this is the clothes that Mr. Song prepared for you, and he asked you to go to a private party later." ”

thought that she had escaped by herself, but as everyone knows, Song Qiancheng had already made other arrangements.

Wen Lishu took the bag of clothes and walked back to the room to change clothes, but when she took out the clothes and looked at them, her eyes were stunned.

It was a mint-colored gauze dress with a deep V-neckline and a split on the side of the skirt that exaggerated to the thighs.

Wen Lishu pinched the skirt hard, where is this kind of clothes worn by serious people.

was under the eaves and had to bow her head, knowing that he did it on purpose, but she still held her breath and put it on.

After changing her dress, the assistant drove her to a high-end club, and then led her to a luxury box.

Pushing the door in, Wen Lishu stood inside, and his expression suddenly turned the color of pig liver.

There were about 20 men and women in this box.

Most of the men are wealthy businessmen, while the other girls are all waiters here, and the key is that the skirts worn by the girls are exactly the same as the one Song Qiancheng gave her.

Therefore, Song Qiancheng asked her to be a waiter.

The feeling of being cold through his heart came as soon as he said it, knowing that he was still haunted by the events of the year, but Wen Lishu didn't expect that Song Qiancheng would make such a mistake and let her laugh.

She clenched her fists in anger, while Song Qiancheng sat in the corner, looked at her playfully, and said with a wicked taste: "Miss, what are you still standing, come and have a few drinks with everyone." ”

As soon as his words came out, the men in the banquet looked at her with malicious intent, and that look made Wen Lishu feel quite disgusted.

Although the Wen family is in ruins, her arrogance is still there, and she can't let herself continue to stay here.

She couldn't stand this anger, and turned around to leave the box, but at this time, the assistant standing behind her whispered a reminder at the right time.

"Miss Wen, today is Mrs. Song's death taboo, you'd better not annoy Mr. Song anymore. ”