C57

At night, in the same luxurious private room, Han Qizheng leaned against the sofa with his slightly drunk eyes and a faint smile. The woman with heavy makeup next to him snuggled tightly in his embrace.

The strong smell of low-grade perfume made Han Qizheng feel nauseous. He angrily pushed the woman away and took out a stack of new copies from his wallet and threw it on the tea table beside her. "Get out. You're not needed here."

Although the woman was reluctant to leave this handsome man, the expression on his face was too scary. She didn't want to go against money, so she touched the thickness of the money, which was around 30-40 pieces. This was something she wouldn't be able to earn even after working here for three days.

He didn't know why, but he was feeling very frustrated today. He obviously wanted to get drunk, but he didn't expect that he would get more and more frustrated. He drank all the wine in his cup in one gulp, opened another bottle, ignored the alcohol, and poured it into his mouth.

He always thought he was a romantic person, but why couldn't he be interested today? The pungent scent of perfume made him feel nauseous. As the cups of strong wine entered his stomach, his consciousness became a little muddled, and his head became heavier and heavier.

After the last cup of wine and the last cigarette, Han Qizheng stood up and prepared to leave. Since he couldn't get drunk overnight, he might as well go back to find his big brother and get drunk.

The pain in his head caused him to stagger along the long, chaotic corridor. Various sounds of music and groans filled his ears. He wasn't unfamiliar with this situation, but why did it sound so disgusting today? He rubbed his forehead, not being able to see the road ahead in time. He only felt that a black shadow had appeared in front of his eyes. Before he could react, the black shadow had fallen into his arms.

Du Xiaoyu raised her head and looked at the wall of flesh that she crashed into. She smiled and said, "Hey, Han Qizheng, hehe!"

Han Qizheng was stunned as he looked at her attire. At that time, his face had already turned black, who gave her the guts to come to this kind of place and wear a transparent suit? The black gauze jacket couldn't even cover up the charm of the scenery underneath, and the black undergarments were barely visible even in this dark place. He coldly said, "You still know that I'm Han Qizheng?"

"En, that's right, what's wrong with you? Why don't I recognize you? It's been so many years, even if your face turns into ashes, I still recognize it!" Du Xiaoyu was clearly drunk, she didn't notice the ashen expression on his face.

"Hoh, very good. You do have quite some guts. Put on your clothes and come back with me." How could she stay in such a chaotic place at such a late hour? What would she do if something happened?

"Hmph, I don't want it. Today is the last day, so I can't be carefree anymore. If I get married tomorrow, I won't be able to do this anymore!" Du Xiaoyu pouted like a child. There was a hint of coquettishness in her voice, but also a bit of grief.

"Stop messing around. How old are you? Why are you getting married? Come with me." Han Qizheng only felt his brain ache. This little girl was still so bitter when she was drunk. In his impression, Du Xiaoyu was only a little kid, so he didn't believe what she said.

"Han Qizheng, don't let me go home, even if you don't love me, you can ignore me. I don't want to go home, I don't want to marry that fool, I don't want to, I don't want to go home."

In his arms, she felt a warmth that she had never felt before. In the past, he was so close to her, and also so far away. Even though it was within reach, she could never reach it.

At this moment, she felt like she was in a drunken dream. In this dream, she could indulge in the warmth from his body and the biting cold scent of mint.

Her sorrowful expression made Han Qizheng realize that what she said might be true. He straightened her body and asked, "Just what happened? Who asked you to marry someone?"

"Han Qizheng, don't abandon me, alright? I don't want to marry that fool. I don't want to. Can you take me with you?" As he spoke, tears of grievance flowed down his face.

Marry a fool? Could it be that she was forced to marry? Her bright eyes and infatuated gaze somewhat shook Han Qizheng's heart. It wasn't that he loathed her, but because of her family's relationship, he always rejected her as close to him as possible. Actually, at this moment, she attracted his attention, especially since her faintly discernible body was constantly stimulating his senses.

"Du Xiaoyu, can you clearly see who I am?" Han Qizheng was giving her one last chance to regret. It was still too late.

"Han Qizheng, why do you keep asking such strange questions? Can't I see your face clearly?" I don't know how many times I watch it every day, but look, even the screen guard on my phone is you, would I have seen wrongly? " Du Xiaoyu stubbornly took out her cell phone from her leather jacket pocket and showed it to him.

Han Qizheng took the phone. On the screen was really his photo, and it was even of him nudging into bed during his afternoon nap in the company lounge. Luckily, he was wearing underwear and was covered by a blanket, otherwise, where would his old face have been seen?

An evil thought flashed through his mind. He pulled her body over and whispered into her ear, "Since you love me so much, why don't you marry me to a fool?"

He cupped his hands around the man's face and said, "Han Qizheng, is that true? I chased after you for so long, yet you still ignored me, how could you be willing to take me today? But no, the Lee family is very rich and powerful, your company is just starting out, I know that I haven't been able to gain a foothold, I can't harm you. You just have to accompany me for one day, I'm already very happy about this."

Damn, is this woman worried that he doesn't have money? Should he take out all his money and bury her? Now that he was sure how much she loved him and he was already feeling sad about it, he was actually worrying about whether he needed money or not.

A hand covered the side of her face. "Alright, I'll accompany you tonight. Let's go home. This place is too chaotic."

Du Xiaoyu nodded subconsciously. Even though Han Qizheng always spoke ill of her, she had never doubted that he would hurt her. Everything he said, she had always listened to and listened to.

"Which room are you guys playing in? I'll bring you the clothes." She hugged her slim waist. She had never felt that she was very thin before. Seeing her chubby face, he had always thought that she would be very heavy. It was only after she had hugged her waist that he realized how slender her figure was.