Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 5 She Accepts Her Fate

In the past, Xiang Wan relied on her family's great fortune, so she often ridiculed her, but now that the feng shui is turning, she doesn't want to let her go easily.

Raising her eyebrows, she reached out to hold Jiang Qifeng's arm, and smiled coquettishly, "Ah Feng, how can we say that Xiang Wan and we are old friends, we haven't seen each other for a long time, shouldn't we catch up on old times?"

Jiang Qifeng didn't speak, but just glanced at her indifferently.

Xiang Wan knew that she would not be able to escape today.This kind of thing is just a matter of time, and He Hanchuan sent her here because he wanted this effect.The people she offended back then lined up from the south of the city to the north of the city, all wanting to see her jokes, even if there is no Song Qiao today, there will be Li Qiao, Zhao Qiao in the future.

She confessed.

Licking the corners of her dry lips, she looked at Zhou Miao, and said in a low voice, "Please tell the manager that there is a guest who wants me to come over, and don't let her remember me as absent from work..."

Zhou Miao was not an idiot, so she could tell that Song Qiao was malicious towards Xiang Wan, but she was also angry at Xiang Wan for concealing that she had been in prison, so she simply turned her head and pretended not to see it.

Xiang Wan didn't care, and followed Song Qiao and Jiang Qifeng step by step, as quietly as a wandering spirit.

After getting on the elevator, she soon arrived at a VIP box. Song Qiao looked at Xiang Wan with her head down, smiled, walked over and put her arm around her, and then pushed the box away.

Suddenly there was a smell of alcohol.

The light in the room was dim, and Xiang Wan couldn't see who was who, but he heard a drunken voice say, "Young Master Jiang, you're here, we've all had a drink, you'll have to punish yourself with three drinks." , Xiao Qiao, you are not allowed to stop..."

Song Qiao hooked her lips, walked to the light control of the box, reached out and turned on the light, and suddenly the whole box was as clear as day.

The men and women in the private room complained one after another, but Song Qiao ignored them, but stretched out his hand and pushed Xiang Wan, "Look, everyone, who is this?"

In an instant, everyone's eyes were projected over, with judgment and playfulness.

Xiang Wan's palms were sweating, but his face was calm.

Until someone yelled: "Fuck, isn't this the daughter of the Xiang family, Xiang Wan? Didn't she say that she was sent to jail for attempted murder? Is it me?"

As soon as the words fell, the whole private room seemed to explode. Song Qiao smiled in satisfaction, and bumped Xiang Wan's shoulder with his elbow, "Hurry up and say hello to everyone, why, are you stupid?"

Seeing those mocking eyes, Xiang Wan bit his lip.

"I'm Xiang Wan."

Jiang Qifeng at the side turned his head to look at her, and frowned slightly.

The neon lights in the distance are flickering, and the whole city is full of indifference.

Standing in the office, Xiao Li glanced cautiously at the desk, "Over there at the clubhouse, Meng Lan asked, do you want to come forward?"

He Hanchuan was sitting on a leather office chair, wearing a high-quality handmade gray suit, making him even more sinister. He was playing with a pure black lighter with one hand.The ring on the index finger was a bit glaring under the light, just like him, flamboyant and dazzling.

He squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and after a while, he said in a deep voice: "Jiang Qifeng is also there?"

"Yes."

With a "ding", the lighter in his hand made a sound, he lit a cigarette, and the corner of his mouth raised, "Since Jiang Qifeng is here, let them play. Tell Menglan not to interfere."

Thinking of that woman's resignation, He Hanchuan closed his eyes. He really didn't believe that just two years could turn that woman into another person.

The cigarette at the fingertips is slowly burning, and the night is still long...

Xiang Wan couldn't remember how many glasses of wine she had been given, and her stomach seemed to be on fire. She felt that if she took another sip, she might die.

But she can't beg for mercy, because no one here will let her go.

(End of this chapter)