President Daddy is too difficult to deal with

The dim lights and the never-ending hustle and bustle surrounded Ye Wanwan's senses to a great extent.

Pushing crowd, wave after wave of climax, the two were quickly dispersed by the crazy crowd.

Ye Wanwan managed to retain some sobriety. After getting tired from playing, she wanted to go back to her booth, but was suddenly held by someone's hand and led to the outside of the dance floor.

His vision was blurred and his figure was shaking. Ye Wanwan sensitively wanted to pull out his hand, but the man grabbed it even harder.

"Who is it!"

She yelled angrily, but the voice was quickly drowned out on the dance floor, and the man didn't even turn his head to look.

She followed him by mistake, all the way into Xiqing's private box.

His hands were icy, with an almost fatal temperature, but with well-defined joints, it was very comfortable to touch.

"who are you?"

Ye Wanwan felt that her emotions were completely out of control, she heard herself asking.

The man in front of him seemed to have heard it, stopped and turned his head around, pinched her jaw, and chuckled softly in her ear clearly.

"Ye Wanwan, take a good look, who am I?"

The gentle breath came in through the cochlea little by little, Ye Wanwan felt a little itchy, and turned her head away from that person.

She didn't want to look, she shook her hands and wanted to leave, but found that she couldn't break free at all, instead, because of her actions, he was approaching step by step, and the distance between the two suddenly became very ambiguous.

There was a faint smell of grass and trees on his body, which was particularly obvious even in a restless place, and it rushed straight into Ye Wanwan's nostrils.

She was so dizzy from the alcohol, she broke free, turned around and planned to leave, she wanted to go back to find Luo Yan.

But the man was obviously unwilling to let him go just like that, impatient impatience appeared in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand to pull her back.

With great restraint, the voice repeated in a low voice.

"Ye Wanwan, look at me, do you know who I am?"

This time, Ye Wanwan really raised her head obediently, her eyes were bright, and she stared blankly at the man standing in front of her.

The man's face showed a careless indifference, and the outline of his face was cut almost perfectly under the dim light, revealing a sickly white color, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, as if he wanted to say something.

He seems to be a person, a person he hates very much!

Ye Wanwan waved her hand and smiled.

"I do not know you."

When Quan Tingmo arrived, he happened to see Ye Wanwan leaning on the corner alone, with an obvious gauze wrapped around her head, her hands crossed her knees, staring blankly at the ground.

As soon as she walked in, she immediately smelled the strong smell of alcohol all over her body.

She couldn't help but reached out and pulled her up. Before she could speak, she limply approached her arms as if she had no bones.

Almost subconsciously, Quan Tingmo reached out and hugged her.

"So drunk!"

Quan Tingmo asked, with a gentle tone that he didn't realize.

The person in the arms didn't answer the question, moved uncomfortably, and even put his arms around his neck, his hair blocked the side face, and murmured: "I want to go back."

Quan Tingmo didn't move, but he didn't resist either. He still held her with both hands to prevent her from falling. After a while, he sighed softly, picked her up, and walked towards the door.

At the end of the corridor, there was a pair of eyes that were watching the movements of the two of them firmly. The molars were clenched tightly, full of reluctance. They didn't turn their heads and walked in another direction until their backs left.