President Hunting Love is too fierce

What is she doing, is she deliberately humiliating him in order to retaliate against what he said just now?

"What are you doing? Ye Chuqing, is it fun?" The cold and angry voice echoed in the quiet banquet.

Mo Fengya's eyes were like frost, and he squeezed out these words from his mouth.

Ye Chuqing suddenly felt cold to the bone, raised her head with pale lips, and looked at him helplessly.

A lot of fun? [

She trembled all over, and her heart throbbed suddenly.

The hand holding the glass felt even more stinging.

She wanted to explain, and opened her mouth weakly, but found that she couldn't explain, that there was something wrong with the champagne tower.

"Sorry, I was drunk and accidentally knocked over." She could only speak softly and in a daze.

Hearing her absurd explanation, Mo Fengya only felt angrier.

Couldn't she have found a more plausible excuse?Does she really think she can tolerate her unconditionally to the end?

She also wanted to challenge his patience how long.

"Get up, get out immediately." He raised his voice angrily, staring at her indifferently.

Ye Chuqing suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at him in disbelief.

The pain in his chest was so painful that his hands and feet trembled.

There is a sense of humiliation, and the sadness of being deeply stabbed.

It hurts, it hurts...whether it's the palm or the heart, the pain can't be suppressed.

But she knew very well that no one would sympathize with her for making such an ugly situation, and would only treat her as a drunken madman.

Even I feel that I am too ugly, so I'd better get out of here quickly, don't keep embarrassing.

She took a deep breath, trying to prop herself up and get up, the glass under her hand immediately pierced deeper into her flesh.

It hurt so much, a heart-piercing pain came, making her face even paler.

Her hands, the backs of her hands still looked very intact, but the palms were pierced bloody by the glass, and a lot of the glass was stuck upside down in her palms, so she couldn't exert force at all.

But if she didn't support the ground, she couldn't get up at all.

"Can you help me get up?" She said this to him with difficulty, and looked at him beggingly. [

Mo Fengya wanted to reach out his hand, but in the end he turned his face and said coldly and sarcastically:

"Then do I need to carry you away like last time, Ye Chuqing, the story of Cinderella is not suitable for you, and I am not a prince."

The cold and ruthless voice was full of mockery.

Ye Chuqing stared at him blankly, finally understood what he said, and felt ashamed all over her face.

My heart trembled so that my body trembled too, like a leaf trembling in the wind, lonely and helpless.