23rd Floor, Lijing International Building.

Jiang Yirao was wearing a red evening dress with an open back, her hair was pulled up, bright and moving, and she walked to the VIP private room step by step with a seven-centimeter hatred sky.

When she received the call from Director Ma, her face did not change, she grabbed the LV bag and took out the lipstick from it and applied it to her mouth, repeated the application, and finally put it down after it looked like she had drunk blood.

At this time, she stood here, listening to the sound of laughter coming from inside, her heart trembled inexplicably, she slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and then pushed open the door of the private room.

The three people in the private room all looked at her.

Ma Huai stood up first, greeted him, and introduced to the man sitting in the middle with a smiling face: "Mr. Jing, this is the supporting actress we set this time, and she just won the mainland newcomer award last year." ”

Her eyelids lifted, just to meet the gloomy pupils, and the face was hidden in the soft purple light, a little more ruthless than four years ago. More than ten years have passed, and the little boy who pestered her has become such a business giant in Jiangning's financial circle, just like what she saw in TV interviews, easy-going and elegant on the surface, and frivolous and cunning in his eyes.

Ma Huai saw her standing there like a log, and quickly touched her elbow.

She instantly burst into excitement and lowered her eyes: "My name is Jiang Yirao." ”

Jing Miaocun smiled at the corner of his eyes, and there was a trace of waves in his eyes.

It's been four years, Nguyen, and you're finally willing to show up.

Instead, he looked at Ma Huai, leaning lazily on the sofa, his slender index finger unconsciously flicking regularly on his thigh, pursing his lips and asking deliberately: "What does this mean." ”

Ma Huai laughed embarrassedly twice, secretly glanced at Jiang Yirao, and then slowly sat over, and said in Jing Miaocun's ear: "Newcomer, obedient, Mr. Jing can do whatever he wants." ”

When he heard this, he chuckled under his breath. Then he leaned forward and looked at the woman carefully, as if he were examining an antique.

Then he stood up, walked around the coffee table, walked in front of her and suddenly raised his hand, and she subconsciously dodged back.

But Jing Miaocun didn't care, gently slid the back of his hand over her cheek, and then jerked up her chin, approached her with her whole face, and looked at her playfully: "You want to follow me?" ”

Her expression didn't fluctuate too much, her eyelids didn't lift, and she spit out a word faintly, "Yes." "Firm and resolute.

There was a wave in his eyes, he grabbed her by the neck, let her take her into his arms, and whispered, "It just so happens that I have been looking for you all these years." ”

He noticed that Jiang Yirao was trembling slightly in his arms, so he let go of his hand and smiled contemptuously.

Only then did he turn around, his fingers slightly bent, and pointed at Ma Huai: "What kind of project are you?" ”

"Large Republic of China ......" Before Ma Huai finished speaking, Jing Miaocun raised his hand and responded happily: "Vote." ”

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Coming out of Lijing, Jing Miaocun directly dragged Jiang Yirao to the car, pressed his fist on the sound insulator, and slowly raised a baffle in front of the back seat, directly locking the two people in a small space.

Jiang Yirao didn't resist, and let him press up, but at the moment of her move, she grabbed his arm and said in an indifferent tone: "I want to be your lover." ”

"Yes." He agreed directly, but the movements of his hands did not stop, and gradually tore off her shoulder straps.

She continued: "I'm going to live with you. ”

He pressed his throat and said, "Yes." ”

Seeing his impatient appearance, Jiang Yirao said coldly: "How long has it been since Mr. Jing had a woman by his side." ”

"They're not as attractive as you." Jing Miaocun still didn't let go of her, grabbed her wrist tightly, and kissed her neck.

"I don't care what your purpose is for coming to me, you'd better give me some stability."

"Do you think I will?" Jiang Yirao didn't react at all, but his tone was stiff.

"Are you still complaining about me?" Jing Miaocun raised his head, grabbed her hair with one hand, and bruises suddenly erupted on his arm, he tried his best to lower his voice and shouted at her: "Ruan Mingge, let me tell you, without me, your Ruan family will not be defeated?" You should go and blame Ruan Dongliang, your dad. If he hadn't secretly hidden Ice D, would your factory have been seized? Can he be in prison now? ”

Jiang Yirao turned his face: "I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're saying." ”

Ruan Mingge is the name she hasn't used for a long time.

The corners of Jing Miaocun's mouth twitched and straightened up, straightened her neckline, and looked at her indifferently: "Don't think I don't know what you want to do." There are so many financiers behind your industry, why do you want to follow me, I am the one who sent your father to prison with my own hands. Aren't you supposed to hate me, isn't it a cat with a belly of trickery? ”

Jiang Yirao gritted his back molars and replied fiercely: "So what." ”

He withdrew his cold eyes, got out of the car, and said to the butler who was standing not far away, "Take her back." ”

It wasn't until the car slowly drove out of his field of vision that he walked to the side of the road and answered a phone call—

"Boss, the people have brought it."

Jing Miaocun raised his voice: "Okay, I'll go over right away." ”