Wife in a flash marriage: Mr. President, please divorce

Chapter 132 The Red Wine Spilled
Le Yan'er, who was talked about by Ye Tingchen and Mr. Baker, is already full of wine and food.

No one came to disturb her, and she didn't need to socialize. Le Yan'er ate so happily that she even forgot to control her weight.

After eating and drinking a glass of sweet wine specially brought by the waiter, Le Yan'er narrowed her eyes happily, then wiped her mouth gracefully, got up and prepared to take a walk in the hall.

It has to be said that the Baker Guild Hall is worthy of being the most high-end guild hall in City A. Not only is the decoration exquisite and luxurious everywhere, but it also doesn't have the taste of nouveau riche at all. Instead, it exudes an artistic atmosphere everywhere.

Every vase placed in the guild hall was airlifted from Europe, and the flowers in it were replaced every morning.

Even on the ceiling of the corridor, there are reliefs carved by Belgian masters, which are beautiful.

Le Yan'er looked up at these relief sculptures while walking, and couldn't help but praise them.

But he didn't want to bump into something at this moment, the huge impact made Le Yan'er take two steps back.

Le Yan'er, who was wearing high heels, finally managed to stand firm. When she looked up, she saw a middle-aged man in his 40s, with a fat face that was a bit greasy, and eyes that were overly drunk and vain, which made people feel like a mischievous eyebrow.

It stands to reason that Le Yan'er raised her head to look at the relief, and the oncoming people could see her movements, and they could avoid the collision this time by walking a little to the side, but this man bumped straight into her The two of them bumped into each other hard just now, Le Yan'er almost suspected that this person bumped into each other on purpose.

However, this uncle also suffered a loss. The red wine glass he was holding in his hand was all spilled on his clothes because of the impact. He was wearing an iron-gray suit, and a dark red wine stain was left on his chest.

Therefore, Le Yan'er still apologized first: "I'm sorry, I bumped into you, I didn't notice the person in front of me just now."

The man chuckled, and somehow his fat face became more wretched. He innocently pointed to the print on his chest, and said, "It's nothing wrong with bumping into me, but this dress was hand-made for me by a top Italian suit designer." Yes, it was my favorite suit, and this collision ruined my suit, and my heart aches."

Le Yan'er sized it up, the tailoring and threading of this suit showed that it was indeed not ordinary, and she felt even more guilty.

"I may not be able to afford to pay for your clothes, but red wine is not a stain that cannot be washed off. I will pay you for the dry cleaning. Do you think it's okay?"

The man smiled and shook his head: "The reception has just started, and there will be an auction soon. I have to spend the night in this dirty clothes tonight. Where do you think I will save my face? How about it, I won't let you pay, just wipe it off, and forget about it."

Le Yan'er's brows furrowed slightly, always feeling that he had no good intentions.

The red wine has been spilled on it, and it has already penetrated in, so how can it be wiped off.

But after all, she was also at fault in this matter. She didn't take a good look at the road and caused others to lose such an expensive suit. If she really compensated according to the price, she really couldn't afford it.

Now that Fang Fang has already given the steps, and intends to let her go, if she doesn't come down, it would be too ignorant of flattery.

Fortunately, there were tissues in Le Yan'er's handbag, Le Yan'er took one out of it, and reached out to the man's chest, wanting to wipe it off for him.

As a result, Le Yan'er just stretched out his hand, and before it touched his clothes, he grabbed it.

"My expensive suit, how can I use these inferior paper towels to wipe it, of course it should be wiped with the softest thing."

Holding a pair of soft clothes in his hands, the obscene and evil light in the man's eyes was no longer concealed, revealing it nakedly.

Le Yan'er instinctively felt that she was being held by those dirty hands, and her goosebumps came out. She immediately tried to pull her hand back, but she didn't expect him to be on guard and clasped her hand tightly. Not moving at all.

"Let go, I'll just pay the price."

Le Yan'er couldn't take it anymore, she didn't even want to maintain the superficial politeness.

This pervert obviously wanted to eat her tofu, and she blamed her for being so stupid, but she foolishly believed it, and really reached out to help him polish his suit.

The man didn't see her struggle at all, and only took her movements as a flirt. While holding her little hand, the salty pig hand pulled her into his arms.

"I'm not short of money, so I don't care about your little compensation at all. Look at your delicate skin and tender flesh. You can only use your little hands to wipe it for me, so that it will not insult my suit."

The man held her hand, feeling the beautiful touch from the heart of his hand. It was as soft as boneless, and the skin was so delicate that it was slippery. His mouse eyes couldn't stop glancing at Le Yan'er, carefully He carefully looked at every inch of exposed white skin.

He couldn't help thinking of what kind of delicate body was wrapped under this dress.

It's been a long time since I saw a girl who moved him so much.

In fact, he saw Le Yan'er from a long distance just now, looking at her with her head up, revealing her beautiful and elegant neck and collarbone, her big eyes revealing surprise and longing, that outstanding temperament and extraordinary aura, all of a sudden caught his eye.

In particular, she has a kind of purity and clarity like a lotus in water, and she has never been trained by anyone.

He was used to seeing women with all kinds of charms on the bed, and when he saw such a clean white camellia, he couldn't control himself.

Even now, just touching her little hand, he felt that he had a reaction.

Le Yan'er was still struggling desperately: "Let go of me, what do you want to do in public... If you don't let go, I will call security..."

The man grinned, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Call me, you should see if anyone dares to take care of me. I'm the boss of Anping International Trading. Even Mr. Baker wants to give me some face. I'll see someone in the hall Woman, it's not a trivial matter. I advise you not to be ignorant of flattery, follow me, and make me feel comfortable serving me. Are you afraid of not having you?"

While speaking, she stretched out her hand to hug Le Yan'er's waist.

The man's strength was incomparable, Le Yan'er couldn't break free at all, she had no choice but to think of her [-]cm high heels, gritted her teeth, and stepped hard on the man's feet.

The man bent down in pain and let go of Le Yan'er's hand: "Ouch... my feet..."

Le Yan'er regained her freedom, no matter how much she dared to stay, she turned around and ran back.

This move completely angered the man, the demeanor he had maintained just now because of pity and pity was gone, and he said angrily to the bodyguard behind him: "Go, catch this woman for me."

(End of this chapter)