"… "
In the end, it was Su Qing who couldn't hold it anymore.
She couldn't say anything more, so she turned away and tried to step back.
But Qiao Mohan refused to give in and still held her tightly.
"Why, you were the one who brought up this topic first. Are you so weak? Are you scared?"
Qiao Mohan's voice is magnetic and hoarse, with a kind of bewitching charm.
"Mr. Qiao, you're overthinking... I'm afraid that if I tease him too much, he'll lose control... If I delay Mr. Qiao's work, he'll get angry and withdraw his investment and refuse to cooperate with me, then I won't lose more than I gain."
How could I not cooperate with her
Even though Qiao Mohan was still hesitant before.
But at this moment, after the two kisses just now, he had completely made up his mind to have a fake marriage with this woman.
Of course, once you have made a decision in your heart, you don’t have to say it out loud.
Qiao Mohan pinched Su Qing's chin and sneered, "If you want me to withdraw my investment, then you have to perform well. To become Mrs. Qiao, you not only need to have a decent face and figure, but also need to be presentable..."
"You have to accompany me to the dinner tonight. Let me see if the future Mrs. Qiao is capable of accompanying me to social events."
Socializing...
Su Qing's eyes flickered slightly, without saying much, she raised her eyebrows slightly and said neatly: "Okay."
Seeing that she agreed obediently, Qiao Mohan was in a good mood.
Then he let her go and walked around to the driver's seat.
After eating such delicious 'delicacy' as Su Qing.
He had lost his patience in pretending to be interested in the 'poor dishes' at the dinner table, which did not interest him at all.
Rather than putting yourself in a difficult position, go to the party alone.
It would be better to bring this "Mrs. Qiao" who I just got, to the dinner party to accompany me, so that I can enjoy her "service".
Anyway, playboy Master Qiao would never let his master down.
*
Just by looking at the strange light that flashed in Qiao Mohan's eyes, Su Qing knew what this man was thinking.
It must be something malicious that needs detergent.
Su Qing didn't bother to pay attention to him. She turned around, opened the passenger seat, and got into the car lightly.
Haha, anyway, Qiao Mohan didn’t feel sorry for her dressing like that to the dinner party, so why should she feel sorry for Mr. Qiao
You have to know that when Master Qiao loved her the most domineeringly, he was not happy even when she wore a skirt to accompany him to a cocktail party.
Oh, it’s still that kind of long skirt that trails on the ground, covering the instep tightly, and it’s a high-necked style.
Because Master Qiao said that even with a high collar, it would still outline her figure.
Therefore, if you go out with him, especially to social events where there are many men, you can only wear loose jeans and long sleeves.
At most, you can wear short sleeves in summer.
It’s not that he can’t wear those sexy and pretty little skirts, but they must be saved for when he is alone.
To use Mr. Qiao’s words back then—Xiao Qingqing belongs to him alone, and she dresses slim and sexy, and only he can see her.
*
Along the way, Qiao Mohan didn't bother to make dirty jokes. Instead, he seriously mentioned to her the etiquette and manners that should be observed at the dinner party.
It seemed that he was really teaching her in a very realistic way, as if he was afraid that she would embarrass him.
Su Qing listened in a daze, but she only felt that his deep and magnetic voice was extremely beautiful.
When the red Ferrari drove to the outside of the club where the dinner was held, I was almost hypnotized to sleep by the magnetic and seductive voice.
“We’re here—” Qiao Mohan said.
As soon as Su Qing finished speaking, before she could even see the situation outside the car clearly, a suit jacket was thrown at her from the driver's seat next to her.
Covering her exposed shoulders.
Qiao Mohan's low and cold voice sounded: "It's cold outside..."
Su Qing slowly turned her head and looked at the man beside her.
I blinked, not understanding—um, what’s going on
Update completed, see you tomorrow afternoon at 18:00~ (to be continued)