Chapter 12: Didn't You Give Money?
Everyone in the box was looking at this, but Su Mingyuan had no intention of drinking.
The atmosphere is a little tense, if Su Mingyuan doesn't toast Qiao Yue, not only will she not be able to get off the stage now, but she will not be able to get off the stage in the future, and the president will not be the one she will see, and her situation in the company in the future can be imagined.
Hua Yu still looked at Su Mingyuan as if he was watching a good show, he was sure that Su Mingyuan would definitely drink this glass of wine, because he knew that he couldn't bear Qiao Yue after all.
Embarrassment of Qiao Yue now is equivalent to cutting off her way to Wangqiao, so it makes no sense for him to do everything possible to let Qiao Yue enter Wangqiao, so he will not let Qiao Yue not get off the stage, and he will definitely drink this glass of wine.
Sure enough, Su Mingyuan brought the wine glass to his lips and drank it all.
Qiao Yue breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Su Mingyuan's gaze almost grateful, for her, Su Mingyuan could drink her toast, she was already very satisfied.
Qiao Yue put the wine glass back on the table, found an excuse, and walked out of the private room.
In front of the washbasin in the bathroom, Qiao Yue looked in the mirror at her face, which had become hot from alcohol, and her eyes shone even brighter in the light.
She let out a long breath in the mirror, and it was a long time before she washed her hands and went out.
The bathroom was in the middle of the aisle, Qiao Yue saw a window at the end of the right, and there was a cool breeze blowing, she wanted to go over to breathe, so she walked over there.
The lights in the hallways weren't very bright, and the end of the hallway was even darker.
Qiao Yue smelled a smell of smoke as soon as she walked here, and as soon as she turned her head, she saw a familiar figure standing there, with a little scarlet on his hand.
Qiao Yue was shocked, she didn't know when Su Mingyuan came out of the private room, she wanted to pretend that she didn't see it, turned around and walked back.
However, as soon as she turned around, her arm was grabbed, and she didn't have time to make a sound, her body rotated one hundred and eighty degrees, and her back hit the wall under the window without warning, and the force was so great that her internal organs almost shifted.
However, what made her feel even more oppressive was the person in front of her, the man she was looking forward to and afraid of.
Just now in the private room, Su Mingyuan has been sitting there coldly, not even bothering to say a word to her, what does it mean to wait here angrily now?
Is it because she knows that she is going to the lookout bridge, so she is so angry?
Before Qiao Yue had time to think about it, his wrist was grabbed by him all at once, if she hadn't tried her best to hold back, Qiao Yue would really have been able to cry out in pain, but at this time, she only frowned slightly.
"What do you want to do, let go of me!" Qiao Yue said in a low voice.
She didn't want to be bumped into this scene at the same time, she knew what it was to be terrible, rumors killed people, and she didn't want to be rumored to seduce the president of Wangqiao before she entered the Wangqiao.
And she knew that Su Mingyuan would not do anything good to find her, except for ridicule and ridicule.
Su Mingyuan snorted coldly, Qiao Yue's heart was cold, and sure enough, she heard him say coldly: "I was impatient to climb into my bed last night, and now I pretend to be a chaste martyr to show whom." ”
Qiao Yue turned her face away in pain, hid the injury in her eyes, and said coldly after a few seconds: "Mr. Su, I think I have explained it very clearly, I went to the wrong room, let's talk about ......"
Qiao Yue paused, because her heart was so painful, she turned her face, looked at Su Mingyuan, and said mockingly, "Haven't you already given money." ”