President Satan, don't love me

Chapter 4
Qiao Yuchen didn't speak, but just took a sip of his wine lightly.

His eyes were always on the person in front of him.

An Ran didn't know what this person was thinking under those deep eyes.

She can't see through him.

Don't dare to guess.

She was just betting, and betting peace of mind was still important to this man.

"Don't worry, I won't tie you up for the rest of your life, as long as six months are enough."

After a long time, Qiao Yuchen pursed his lips.

An Ran's whole heart went into her throat.

"I heard that you grew up in Anjia when you were a child."

Only when I was a child?She grew up in that devil's den since she was a child.

"What does Joe always want to say?"

"The An family all know wine, how about you?"

"Know a little bit," she looked at him with a calm expression.

He took another sip of wine lightly.

Before she could react clearly, he had already pressed the back of her head with one hand, pinched her chin with the other, and kissed her.

There was a bang in An Ran's head.

She immediately closed her eyes, reminding herself that there is still a deal, don't push it away.

But no.

Her mind was filled with the images of that night when she was pressed down and forced to have sex.

She doesn't like this feeling.

She pushed him away, and he saw the uneasy look in his eyes.

There was more playfulness in his eyes, and he let her go.

After regaining her freedom, she breathed hard, silently moved back a few minutes, and looked at him vigilantly.

"Tell me, which year is this wine? If you get the answer right, I will accept your request."

An Ran tilted her head and sneered disdainfully.

"What? Do you have objections to my question?"

"In Mr. Qiao's eyes, can An Xin's life be gambled?"

"Of course I won't gamble with An Xin's life. I need to remind Ms. An that since I can send you to prison, there is a way for you to hand over this person honestly."

That's right, the Qiao family in the south of the city has their hands and eyes covering the sky in this northern city.

Otherwise she wouldn't be in jail.

Thinking of this, An Ran's eyes filled with hatred.

Qiao Yuchen raised his legs and curled his lips: "Since you dare to come and make a condition with me, then you didn't investigate me before you came?"

An Ran clenched her fist slightly.

"Before getting in the car, I reminded you not to regret it. If you regret it now, you can leave immediately. This is your last chance."

An Ran raised her chin, tried her best to restrain herself, and kept calm: "I... just didn't taste the wine."

"Then you will lose."

"Let me try again, once again, I can do it."

"Miss An is asking me to kiss you?"

"Can I have a drink myself?"

You know, even if you just take a sip of wine by yourself, it's hard to tell, let alone...

"Of course not, my wine is very expensive, you don't deserve it."

As he spoke, he picked up the wine glass, took a sip and looked at her.

The meaning is obvious.

An Ran pondered for a moment, no longer hesitated, and stepped forward to touch his lips.

However, he did not open his mouth.

She left in embarrassment and looked at him.

Thinking of the way that man had kissed her rudely that night.

She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and her clenched fists trembled.

She can't give up, this man is her first step in punishing An's family.

When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were cold.

She stepped forward to hug him, her body pressed against his body tightly, her lips touched his lips, prying his mouth open.

A little red wine was poured into her mouth.

She immediately separated from him and savored carefully.

She didn't notice that a trace of surprise flashed across his face.

Over the years, apart from the peace of mind under the effect of the medicine that night, no woman has been able to make him have a physical reaction.

Even now An Xin, he is completely uninterested.

But just now, this woman did it.

well.

"How? What year and region is this wine from? You only have one chance. If you guess wrong, you won't have a second chance."

She clasped her hands lightly to hide her nervousness.

"Did I just say that I'm an impatient person and don't speak up?"

"82, a wine from Bordeaux."

After she finished speaking, she immediately looked at him with piercing eyes, waiting for the answer.

She has no wrong capital.

(End of this chapter)