"Mr. Xue, I'm sorry." Like a schoolboy, I lowered my head and folded my hands on my abdomen.

"How about just saying I'm sorry?" Sheng Xiaolan personally poured two glasses of wine and pushed them in front of me.

I held the wine glass, respectfully walked up to Xue Beirong, and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, Mr. Xue, I used to talk nonsense for the sake of hype, under the education of Mr. Sheng, I sincerely knew that I was wrong, and I borrowed flowers to offer Buddha today, and I specially came to apologize to you." ”

"Oh," Xue Beirong's body crooked on the sofa didn't move, just twisted the cherries on the cake, put them to his lips casually, and glanced at me obliquely, "Miss Yu's wine, what should I do if I'm afraid of poison?" ”

He wasn't going to step me down.

I had to find myself under the stairs.

"Mr. Xue, I'll drink the poisonous glass," I took my own glass of wine, bent over, half-squatted in front of Xue Beirong, and then passed my left hand through his arm and handed it to my lips, "So, do you think so?" ”

"Tsk, a glass of wine? Miss Yu understands men very well," Xue Beirong spit out a cherry core, and patted his thigh with a gloomy look, "Sit here." ”

keeps talking about love, talking about marriage, and teasing other women in front of her, it's disgusting.

What's even more disgusting is that other people, including Sheng Nanrui, are all gnawing on the cake with relish, with a good look of watching the show.

These hypocrites in sheep's clothing.

I spit on them 800 times in my heart, but I had to laugh, innocently and innocently: "Mr. Sheng is here, I'm afraid she will misunderstand." ”

"Huanxi, don't think about it, Brother Rong is a well-known Yanagishita Hui, who never takes advantage of girls, so he teases you." Sheng Xiaolan glanced at me suggestively, meaning to tell me to be sensible, and with cooperation, don't mess up.

"Mr. Xue, I listen to you." I clenched my back molars, sat stiffly on Xue Beirong's lap, and drank with his hands.

Xue Beirong also lowered his head, grabbed my wrist, and fed him wine.

The wine came to his mouth, but he didn't drink it anymore.

Then, intentionally or not, his lips brushed over my hand holding the glass.

And it stopped there for dozens of seconds without moving, and the hot breath mixed with the smell of tobacco sprayed on the back of my hand, and I was as virtuous as those dead men who tried to eat tofu.

But Xue Beirong's eyes were very cold, very disdainful, very high-minded, not obscene at all, nor obscene.

To be precise, he didn't take me seriously at all.

Just trying to tease me in public.

"Mr. Xue, have you forgiven me?" I walked away and quickly withdrew the hand I was holding.

As a result, the hand shook and the glass fell off.

It's good to die, and the cup is returned to Xue Beirong.

Red wine stains are particularly conspicuous on the white shirt.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I quickly got up, pulled out a tissue, and hurriedly wiped it for him.

"Xiaolan, I heard that you plan to invest in TV series again? I have a few new artists here who are not bad, ready for you to send. Xue Beirong let me wipe him, and talked to Sheng Xiaolan about work with him seriously, but restlessly clasped my hand under the table and ravaged the hem of his shirt.

High and low, soft and hard.

"That's a must," Sheng Xiaolan seemed to see everything, and said with a smile in her eyes: "Our family is happy, and you should take care of it more." ”

"She?" Xue Beirong glanced at me, as if my hand was not between his legs, but on Mount Everest, which was 108,000 miles away. What's more, after he secretly rubbed and ate my tofu, he didn't look at me like a cat or dog at home who was not favored, and pushed me aside, "Miss Yu is so skilled in business, can she take care of me?" ”