Chapter 7: Satan the Wicked
His hand tightly wrapped around the woman's slender waist, like the evil Satan in the dark night, exuding a dangerous but intoxicating body. The angular face was as cold as ice, and the light in her eyes shot coldly at her, and the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, but there was no smile to be seen.
She recognized him, so did he recognize her too?
Chu Qiao's eyes fell on Meng Yanchen's body. That night, her father was seriously ill, her boyfriend split her legs, she was extremely embarrassed, and it was he who gave her the last tenderness. But when she asked if she was willing to buy her, he had a cold face and drove away, was he still angry? Otherwise, why didn't he have that familiar tenderness in his phoenix eyes? And Chu Qiao didn't realize at all that her eyes were unconcealed, and she stared at him directly.
Liu Xini beside her looked at Meng Yanchen, then looked at Chu Qiao, and a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes.
Meng Yanchen is the president of the Meng Group and is worth hundreds of millions. He is the prey she fancies, if she can meet him, she will really have no worries about food and clothing in her life. This waitress is still a bit beautiful, but if no one else seduces Meng Yanchen, this is too indifferent to her!
Liu Xini's eyes flashed with a hint of displeasure, but the corners of her mouth still hooked up a sweet smile: "You, how long are you going to look like this......?"
Hearing her words, Chu Qiao reacted and retracted his gaze: "Miss, is there anything I can serve you?"
Meng Yanchen's eyes glanced at Chu Qiao, caught the panic in her eyes, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly in her heart. The woman in front of her had a delicate face, and even though the brown plate blocked the spring color, it still couldn't hide her delicate curves. It's late at night, and what simple woman would be a waitress in a bar? Why should she pretend to be flustered when she is already stained with dust? What a hypocritical, pretentious woman!
Liu Xini's fingers flexibly drew circles on Meng Yanchen's chest, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth became more and more raised: "Yanchen, what do you want to drink?" Her words were like thick honey, and they were a little greasy.
Chu Qiao's body couldn't help but stiffen. It turned out that his name was Yanchen. On that night, he said he didn't buy women. Is the woman in his arms his girlfriend? But, somehow, Chu Qiao looked at the scene in front of him and felt a little dazzling.
"Vodka!" Meng Yanchen said lightly, a hint of playfulness flashing in his eyes. It's not that she didn't see the jealousy in Liu Xini's eyes, but there was no need for him to make a move for her. He wanted to see the woman in front of him in her true form.
Liu Xini let go of her hand: "Okay, I'll listen to you!" She stood up gracefully, took the two wine glasses on the table that had barely moved, and walked towards Chu Qiao. She smiled like a cunning fox, but she still walked gracefully.
"Two glasses of vodka!" her red lips said sensually, unhurriedly.
Chu Qiao nodded: "Okay." I'll send it to you. With that, she already wanted to turn around. She didn't want to see the scene in front of her again, and the thought that he might have a girlfriend made her feel a little tingling in her heart.
"You, what are you doing in such a hurry?" Liu Xini smiled and shook the two glasses of bright red wine in her hand.
Chu Qiao turned around consciously, holding the plate in both hands, wanting to take the wine glass in her hand. However, just between the lightning and flint, the two glasses of wine were splashed on Chu Qiao's chest without a drop.
Sweet fruity, pungent alcoholic notes spread throughout the room.