Qin Anan thought of this, as if someone restrained her neck.

The suffocation that was spinning around made her dizzy.

How could he be Mr. Z? !

Mr. Z transferred five million to her and wanted to invest in the Qin Group. How could Fu Shiting treat her so well?

But if he is not Mr. Z, why is he here?

When her brain was in chaos, his wheelchair, his dark shirt, and his unusually cold white skin reminded her that the person in front of her could not be anyone other than Fu Shiting.

She sucked in a breath of cold air and stepped back subconsciously.

But the door of the private room was closed at some point.

"Leave without saying hello?" Fu Shiting looked at her flustered look, and his thin lips parted lightly, "What are you doing in a place like this?"

Qin An'an raised her hand and brushed the long hair beside her ear to force herself to calm down: "I...I came over for dinner with a few classmates."

"This is the place to drink."

"Oh..." Qin Anan looked at the private room. The private room was large and luxuriously decorated, but she felt like she was in hell and was uneasy, "I-I seem to have gone to the wrong place, I Go to my classmates."

"Qin An'an." His voice came cold and cold, word by word, "Did you ignore what I told you this morning?"

Qin An'an: "I remember, but I don't have to take your words as my criterion for doing things."

What happened last time is vivid in my mind.

She obviously didn't drink with others, but he said that she dressed like a courtesan and drank with others.

Her answer made him frown.

He knew that she was different from other women. She had her own opinions and was not afraid of power. The important thing was that no matter how sternly he warned her, she would not take his words to heart.

It's like ignoring him.

He picked up a glass of wine and took a sip.

Qin Anan took a deep breath and asked tentatively, "Fu Shiting, why are you here? Didn't you say you were going to the old house for dinner tonight?"

She wanted to ask, this private room was reserved by Mr. Z, why are you here.

Or, Fu Shiting, are you Mr. Z?

But she dared not be so direct.

Because she had absolutely no idea what his answer would be.

If he is Mr. Z, what will be the next business affairs?

If he is not Mr. Z, how can the lie she lied to him in the morning come true?

"Come here and drink with me." He raised his blood-red eyes and ordered her.

She frowned.

What does he mean?

"I don't know how to drink, I told you." Qin Anan couldn't see through his eyes or his heart, she just wanted to get out of here, "Drink, I'll go first!"

She tried to open the door, but found that the door seemed to be locked from the outside.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open the door.

"What's the matter? Fu Shiting! You let me out!" Her cheeks flushed and she accused him.

"I asked you to accompany me to drink, do you not understand, or pretend not to understand?" His eyes were threatening, and his tone was even more ruthless.

Qin An'an broke out in cold sweat, and her ankles were slightly weak.

If she could drink, she would bite the bullet and go drink with him.

But she can't drink now!

Even if he strangled her neck, she couldn't.

The door was blocked and she couldn't get out.

She could only walk towards him.

She wants to reconcile with him.

"I lied to you this morning," she explained to him, moving her eyes down, "I have something to do tonight, but not about the school. I made an appointment with someone last week to meet tonight. He said there was Intention to invest in my dad's company."

"Who?" He lifted his eyelids, looking at her flushed face with time.

"I don't know his name."

"You don't even know your name, how dare you come?"

"The vice president came with me."

"What about the vice president?"

"The road is blocked." She took a deep breath and looked directly at him with moist eyes, "Fu Shiting, I'm no longer a child, even if I'm your wife, I still have my own social space and space, and you have no right to interfere with me. ."

As she spoke, he raised his glass and took another sip.

Watching his sexy Adam's apple roll up and down, she was a little distracted.

He drinks like this, won't he get drunk?

If I'm drunk, how will I go home tonight?

Just when she was in a hurry, her arm was grabbed by his big palm.

By the time she realized the pain, her body had been pulled over by him.

She was thrown on the sofa as if she was weightless. Although the sofa was soft, she was still angry.

What does he take her for?

When he fiddles with the toys? !

Can't she have her own thoughts and actions, can't she?

She bit her lip, trying to get up from the sofa.

Since he refuses to reconcile with her, let's tear his face!

Just as she was about to stand up, out of the corner of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of a tall figure, which suddenly covered all the light in front of her eyes.

He is up!

He got out of his wheelchair...stand up!

Qin Anan stared at him blankly, and his mind went blank for a moment.

She forgot to be angry, forgot to get up, and forgot what she was going to do next.

Her lips twitched, trying to say something, but nothing came out.

The next second, his body came over and pressed her under him.

"When a man asks a woman to come to a place like this, he will definitely let the woman drink. If you don't drink, what are you doing here?!" Fu Shiting's slender fingers pinched her chin tightly.

Her red lips were forced to open slightly.

In his other hand, he held the goblet, the liquid in the glass, shaking gently.

Fear took over all her sanity.

Tears fell from the corners of her eyes, she wanted to resist, but her body was tightly suppressed by him, and she couldn't move.

"Qin An'an, you dare to come when a stranger invites you...you won't have a long memory without suffering." He poured the wine from the glass into her mouth.

Qin An'an grabbed his arms with both hands, trying to lift him, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake him.

He is clearly recovering from a long illness, but his strength is frightening.

The image of him getting up from the wheelchair just now appeared in his mind.

He was taller and more terrifying than she had imagined.

The bright red liquid was poured into her mouth, and she didn't swallow, but the bitter taste of alcohol made her cough sharply.

She felt like she was about to drown.

When people are desperate, their bodies will send out instinctive behaviors for help.

In a panic, she grabbed his collar.

His shirt buttons were ripped off because he was torn too hard.

There was a crisp sound of 'bang' and the button rolled to the ground.

His chest was cold.

He looked at her painfully flushed face, her heart tightened, and her heart softened.

He loosened her jaw.

She immediately turned her head and spit out all the red wine in her mouth.

"Fu Shiting, I hate you!" She clenched her hands tightly with tears in her eyes.

"Just forcing you to drink a glass of wine, and you're wronged?" The pity in his eyes dissipated, and his slender fingers fell to her neckline, untied her collarbone, revealing her white collarbone, "If it wasn't me, now it's another. A man treats you like this! Qin Anan, this is the price you pay for lying!" JrNovels.com