035 Don't Touch Me!
I swallowed my saliva and didn't dare to sing in my true voice anymore, so I had to sing with my breath.
As a result, after singing a few words, Han Mo suddenly stood up, raised his hand and snatched the microphone from my hand: "Haven't you eaten, you don't have the strength to sing?" โ
The rest of the people glanced at us, Ji Yunshen suddenly stood up, his gaze stopped on me meaningfully, and finally retracted the body that fell on Han Mo, and then raised his hand and pressed it on his shoulder: "A few of us will go first, you continue." โ
Han Mo glared at him directly with a cold face: "Hurry up, get out, it's noisy!" โ
I trembled, where is Han Mo in a bad temper today, he simply ate dynamite.
The people in the box really left, and he and I were the only ones left.
He glared at me and threw Mark Feng aside: "Okay, stop singing, have a few drinks with me." โ
I wanted to say that I wasn't a drinker, but looking at the anger on Han Mo's face, I still swallowed my words back, and in front of Han Mo's inexplicable anger, I still poured the wine silently.
Han Mo had killed several glasses of wine in a row by himself, and I was a little frightened by the speed.
After about six glasses of red wine, he suddenly looked at me: "You recently went to Africa as a refugee, how did you lose weight like this?" โ
My hand as I poured the wine shook slightly, and it was a little off, and the red wine was poured straight outside.
Han Mo is asking knowingly?
I glanced up at him and handed her the wine: "Bad appetite. โ
He watched my eyes change, and suddenly smiled: "Bad appetite? โ
I paused, I always felt that Han Mo had such a ability, which made people want to beat him.
But I didn't dare to beat him, and I even had to laugh at him: "Hmm." โ
I just glanced at him, then lowered my head and pretended to be drinking.
It's the end of December now, and City A has already entered winter, although the heating is turned on in the box, and the whole person is a bit exaggerated when it heats up.
But I really feel hot, I just stood and sang so many songs and didn't feel hot, and now I sit down and suddenly I feel hot.
I couldn't help but pull the collar of my shirt and wiped my forehead with my hand, and found that I was oozing sweat.
Slowly, I felt that this heat was no longer simply provoked, and the sudden weirdness of the whole body made me realize what was wrong with me.
These drinks were for Han Mo, no one dared to do it, and there was no problem with Han Mo drinking it, I only took a sip of wine, it was impossible for me to make me like this with just this sip of wine.
I thought about it and finally knew what was going on.
I knew that Mingyan would not be so kind, and he would take the initiative to apologize to me and serve me wine.
I really had to take my brain to drink her glass of wine!
But things have come to this point, and I complain about it, or now I can't solve this problem by going back and beating up Mingyan.
And I guess that people didn't go to the famous cigarettes, maybe they tore themselves up halfway.
I've always heard that there are some young ladies in Hongyan who will pick guests, but if you sign such a contract, where is your turn to pick guests, you have to pick even if you don't want to.
Therefore, to deal with those who are unwilling to take it, this is generally the means used.
These medicines are generally difficult to obtain, but the owner of the famous cigarette has a wide range of channels, and I heard that they are specially bought from Thailand, and the medicinal properties are exerted, and basically people don't even know what they are called.
This matter has something to do with famous cigarettes, and it also has something to do with that manager.
The two of them obviously set me up, Mingyan thought that he couldn't seduce Han Mo, and he also wanted to embarrass me.
I couldn't help but tighten my hand holding the wine glass, and while I was still a little conscious, I quickly stood up: "Han Shao, I'm a little anxious, I want to go first." โ
I have never dared to let Han Mo see my abnormality, in his eyes, people like me are lowly and scheming, who knows what he will do to me if he knows that I have been drugged.
Han Mo was obviously surprised by my sudden words, and looked up at me for a while: "What is the urgency of you, isn't it time to go to work?" โ
Just now, the medicinal properties have not been brought into play, but now the medicinal properties are slowly exerted, and the whole person is as if someone has put a feather on the body, and the light and itchy touch makes me very embarrassed.
"I, really, have an urgent matter."
Han Mo didn't let me go, I wanted to cry, my fingers kept pinching my palm, only this kind of pain could make me sober up a little.
He looked at me for a while, and suddenly stood up, and I subconsciously stepped back, and my foot bent against the sofa, and the whole person fell back again.
The feeling became more and more intense, and I gritted my teeth as Han Mo suddenly leaned down.
The man's strong breath hit, so close that I wanted to cry, moving my legs to let myself back, biting my lip in an attempt to sober myself up with pain.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
He leaned closer, and as soon as he opened his mouth, the breath hit my face like a poppy, and I couldn't help but want to come closer.
But I know that this person is Han Mo, even if I pick up a bartender, I can't entangle with Han Mo.
He and I are people of two worlds clearly and clearly.
My vision began to blur a little, and I didn't know how I spoke, "Yes, I want to go first." โ
Faintly, I saw his hand stretched out, and I subconsciously opened: "Don't touch me!" โ
I really couldn't control myself, the desires/desires in my body made me almost crazy, and I even wanted to hug Han Mo who was following me fiercely.
I'm going to go crazy if I keep going like this, I'm going to go crazy.
I hurriedly stood up, not caring about what kind of tantrum Han Mo would have, and hurriedly threw down a sentence: "Han Shao, I'm really not feeling well, I'll leave first, I'm sorry." โ
He was still standing there looking at me, his vision was too blurry for me to see clearly, and I could still clearly feel how cold his gaze was when it fell on me.
I can't care about it anymore, and if I don't leave, I can't go.
But I still couldn't go, Han Mo directly dragged me back, clasped my chin and looked down at me coldly: "Took the medicine?" โ
His words were like a hammer, hammering my self-esteem, I pinched my thigh hard, and the brief lucidity allowed me to look at Han Mo clearly: "No, no, I, I'm just uncomfortable." โ
He dragged me, and the hand was stuck on my wrist, and the two of them were very close together. The aura on Han Mo's whole body rushed towards me, and I couldn't control my whole body, so I couldn't help but reach out and touch him.
When my hand reached over, I suddenly became a little sober, and I dragged it back, and I cried directly when I looked at him: "Han Mo, you don't care about me, I beg you, will you let me go?" โ
I couldn't see his face clearly, but the way he looked at me made me feel his anger clearly.
It's just that at this time, even if Han Mo wants to tear me apart, I have to leave.
I bit my tongue, the sharp pain made me wake up, and pulled his hand: "Han Shao, will you let me go and let me go?" โ
I held my head high and looked at him with the last bit of sobriety in my heart.
He seemed to scoff, I don't know very well, my consciousness was a little confused, my vision began to blur, only the voice that kept calling for arrogance in my head was particularly obvious.
"Where do you want to go? Fu Yao, are you stuffed with grass in your brain, where are you going to die like this? โ
I gritted my teeth, but I swallowed back what I wanted to say.
It is estimated that if I told Han Mo at this time, "It is better for me to die at the hands of others than at your hands", he would probably kill me on the spot.
I never quite understood what Han Mo's attitude was towards me, I knew he didn't like me, but he always insulted me again and again, wanting to possess me.
"Ahh You want to do it, well, put, put, I'm down! โ
Han Mo suddenly picked me up, and I pushed him with what little strength I had left.
People who don't have this kind of experience won't understand, the embarrassment of wanting to refuse and welcome.
I obviously wanted to push him away, but my hand unconsciously touched his body.
I clearly knew that my hand was moving in front of his chest, and I wanted to withdraw my hand, but my hand seemed to have been magically cast on Han Mo's body.
It's my hand, but I can't pull it back.
Desire continues to rush upward, and I have begun to be controlled little by little, eroded, and can no longer be half controlled.
Someone was shouting, someone was laughing, but I couldn't hear anything.
I only knew that Han Mo was holding me, and it wasn't until I was thrown into the car that I flashed a bit of clarity, and my eyes fell on a pen in front of his car, and I reached out and took it and stuck it directly on my thigh.
"Han Shao, you, where are you taking me?"
With sweat on my head and tears on my face, I couldn't tell whether it was a little more sweat or a little more tears.
He looked at me, reached over and helped me buckle my seatbelt, and drove the car out without saying a word. โงโโงโ.๏ผ.
The wind hit me in the face, and I pricked myself again, Han Mo's car was driving very fast, but I was only suffering and uncomfortable.
I don't know how long it took, the car stopped, and Han Mo quickly picked me up.
I took the pen and pricked myself again: "You let me go back!" Han Mo, let me go back! โ
It was obviously the sound of gritting her teeth, but when she came out, it was already a continuous female Qiao voice.
When the person was thrown on the bed, I subconsciously moved, and when Han Mo fell down, I pricked myself again, raised my hand to push him, and kept shaking my head: "Don't, Han Mo, I beg you, don't-um!" โ
"Shhh
The stockings on my feet were torn directly by him, and his hands pressed straight up against my thighs......