Song Ning smiled awkwardly, and subconsciously wanted to cover herself with her arms, but she couldn't stop anything.

wanted to reach for the mobile phone in the bag, but Jiang Shaorong sat too close, and she didn't have a chance to send a message to Han Yanchen for help.

Mr. Li had already taken off the tight ill-fitting suit, sat down with a flattering smile, and Song Ning was sandwiched between him and Jiang Shaorong left and right.

This is really a former wolf and a tiger, and Song Ning's vest is soaked in sweat.

At this time, the staff of the club knocked on the door and brought in a pot of freshly squeezed juice, and the man's eyes scanned the two men and one woman in the room, and then his eyes fell on Song Ning, with contempt and ridicule in his eyes.

It is not surprising that others regard her as Song Ning who came out to sell, there are not a few young girls who come to this kind of place to make money, and she is dressed up today and sits between Jiang Shaorong and Mr. Li, it is normal for the staff to think like that.

After the staff left, Jiang Shaorong gave Mr. Li a look, and Mr. Li poured the juice for Song Ning.

Jiang Shaorong said: "Ningning, toast your Uncle Li with juice instead of wine." ”

Song Ning was very vigilant: "Uncle, my classmate may have already come, I ......"

"A toast won't delay you much."

Jiang Shaorong still had a smile on his face and a gentle voice, but Song Ning was very afraid of him when he met his sharp gaze, so he had to stand up with the juice and say to Mr. Li: "Uncle Li, this cup is for you." ”

Mr. Li smiled, stretched out a hand and put it on Song Ning's waist, and there was an ambiguous meaning between his words: "Mr. Jiang, your niece is really obedient." ”

Jiang Shaorong said: "But isn't it, we Ningning has always been very obedient." Isn't it, condensation? ”

Song Ning understood the meaning of this, if she didn't drink the juice in the cup today, I was afraid that she wouldn't be able to.

No matter how vigilant you are, it's useless, if it falls into Jiang Shaorong's hands today, it's all fate.

Song Ning trembled slightly, brought the cup to her mouth, took a sip, paused, and simply drank most of the cup, then turned to look at Jiang Shaorong.

waited for Jiang Shaorong to smile with satisfaction before she sat down.

Mr. Li's hand was on her waist all the time, and he rubbed it intentionally or unintentionally, and he didn't know if Jiang Shaorong really didn't see it or acquiesced.

Song Ning guessed that there was something in the juice, but she didn't know who put it in and when.

Less than ten minutes after drinking, her head was a little dizzy, and her body was sweating profusely, cold and hot, weak and weak.

Jiang Shaorong and Mr. Li were talking about business, and they also served vegetables for her, and they didn't mean to let her go at all.

Song Ning felt that she was getting more and more wrong, seeing that everything in front of her was a little ghostly, her hand pinched her thigh under the table, and her voice trembled a little when she spoke to Jiang Shaorong: "Uncle, my classmates should all be here......"

"Ningning, sit down a little longer."

Jiang Shaorong's hand was on the back of Song Ning's hand, and the force was very heavy on her leg, "Your Uncle Li has a lot of business dealings with your father, you have to communicate with him more." ”

Mr. Li laughed when he heard this, and his words were vulgar and vulgar: "Yes, Ningning, if you need help, tell your uncle, uncle loves you, and everything satisfies you......"

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Mr. Li and Jiang Shaorong looked towards the door.

Jiang Shaorong said, "Come in." ”

The door opened, and smiling outside stood a young woman in a suit with rimmed glasses.

In a businesslike tone, she said to the people inside: "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Han is invited." ”

Jiang Shaorong was a little confused, so he frowned: "Which Mr. Han?" ”

Zheng Wen said: "Han Yanchen, Mr. Han." ”