C18

Don't blame me for being cruel

"Boss Zhuang, listen to me …" Jian Xingfeng wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and gave Zhuang Ye a fawning smile. From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Jian Ning with a deep disgust and gloom.

"Alright, I'll be waiting!" Zhuang Ye swept his hand across the table, causing the wine bottles on the table to break into pieces. He stood up and left with large strides.

"You should go back and remind Jian Xingfeng. Let him think carefully about how he should face Zhuang Ye's fury."

At least a great character with face would be tricked by his men. It would be weird if Zhuang Ye, that old fellow, wasn't angry.

Jane gritted her teeth and finally tore open her delicate and pure skin. She pulled down her hand and secretly used her strength to use her sharp nails to leave a deep scratch on her arm.

"Jian Ning, don't be too arrogant. A moment of complacency doesn't matter, you better be careful or else you might fall even worse."

"I, will wait." Jian Ning frowned, and spoke word by word. After saying that, she no longer said anything else and turned, leaving her with a cool back view.

Jane Xin watched her back as she left. Her eyes slightly closed, concealing the surging viciousness in her eyes.

She raised her hand and looked at the remaining white spots under her fingernails, her lips curling into a sly smile. Ever since she found out from a certain source that Jian Ning was Shang Yue's chief designer and was going to attend this season's press conference, she had already prepared for today.

Jian Ning, don't blame me for being ruthless, if you want to blame something, blame it on yourself for being too restless …

On the other side, Jian Ning just so happened to be welcoming Song Xi who was looking for her everywhere.

"Jian Ning, you're too ungrateful, aren't you? You didn't even come looking for me, and see me there all by myself …"

Jian Ning took the wine cup that Song Xi passed to her, and lightly sipped: "I'm not like you, I have a good alcohol tolerance, and would smile at anyone I meet, what if I provoke a myriad of people?"

"What's more," she glanced at her with a hint of interest, "I'm the chief designer of Shang Yue, and I'm not your sales manager, so what right do I have to help you …"

Song Xi squinted her eyes, "Why do these words sound so much like insults to me?"

"I'm praising you." Jian Ning nodded her head, a carefree smile on his face, as he spoke. Squinting his eyes, he couldn't help but take another sip of the wine.

One bite, another bite.

"Sigh …" In a blink of an eye, Song Xi saw that more than half of the wine cup in her hand had been emptied, and she could not help but frown, and quickly extended her hand to stop her.

"What are you doing? You drink so much even though you know you don't have a lot of alcohol."

"Just, just a little thirsty …" Jian Ning's eyes were already misty and her beautiful face was flushed red. Her body softly leaned on her body.

"The press conference before us will have you on stage soon. What if you get drunk …" Song Xi supported her and thought that she was drunk. He shook his head and said helplessly: "Let's go, let me help you to the washroom, to wake you up from your stupor …"

Inside the bathroom.

Jian Ning cleared her head a little and looked at her flushed face through the mirror. Her misty eyes suddenly closed and tightly knitted together. "You …"

Hot, very hot.

The craze that was spreading outwards from within seemed to want to burn her out, causing her to yearn for a breath of cool air.

Her consciousness seemed to gradually lose control of itself as she softened her body. Her delicate face was covered with a captivating blush, and as her red lips parted and closed, traces of alluring murmurs could be heard.