After the betrothal gift negotiation collapsed, I turned around and married a wealthy man.

Now that the words have come to this point, Qiao Xing is really a bit ignorant if he refuses again.

She gritted her teeth, picked up the wine glass on the table, and barely maintained the smile on her face, "Okay, I'll toast to Mr. Jiang first."

Mr. Jiang instantly turned from anger to laughter. He laughed, picked up the wine glass, and touched Qiao Xing, "I wish us a happy cooperation."

Qiao Xing took the wine and tasted it. It was indeed a sweet cocktail, but the alcohol content was not high.

It was similar to the pineapple beer she drank before. Qiao Xing drank that kind of beer as a drink and could drink a dozen at a time.

"I'm right, this wine is not intoxicating." Mr. Jiang said with a smile.

Qiao Xing nodded and put down his glass, "Let's talk about business first."

Mr. Jiang shook his head in disapproval, "Why are you so anxious? Isn't your team leader here yet?"

"But didn't you just say..."

Mr. Jiang interrupted her, "She is already on her way. Wouldn't it be a little bad if we didn't wait for her?"

Qiao Xing thought about it too.

Mr. Jiang picked up the tablet again and glanced at Qiao Xing, "Why don't you sing? I'll give you some. What do you sing?"

Qiao Xing waved his hands repeatedly, "I don't sing well, Mr. Jiang, please sing."

Although her singing was not unpleasant, it was not very nice. It was normal for her to be out of tune, and her voice was also broken. She felt embarrassed even listening to it.

Mr. Jiang obviously didn't believe her, "How could that be? Your voice is so nice, you must be good at singing too."

"Mr. Jiang, thank you for your praise. My singing is really not good."

Mr. Jiang was a little unhappy again, "You girl, you don't drink or sing. Have you never gone out to socialize before?"

Qiao Xing looked stunned and nodded sheepishly.

But she could hear the threat in Mr. Jiang's words. She couldn't do this or that, which made Mr. Jiang a little unhappy.

Qiao Xing pursed her lips, and there was a fight between heaven and earth in her heart for a while. She mustered up the courage and picked up the wine container on the table, "Mr. Jiang, I'll give you another drink. I'm really sorry for disappointing you."

Mr. Jiang glanced at her, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip himself.

Qiao Xing drank all the wine in his hand.

The wine really didn't feel like anything when she drank it, so Mr. Jiang poured her a few more glasses.

When Qiao Xing drank her sixth cup, she felt a little tired and said, "Mr. Jiang, let me call Team Leader Bai and ask her where she is."

Mr. Jiang waved his hand, "No, let's talk first. It seems like she won't be able to come."

Qiao Xing frowned, feeling that Mr. Jiang was a little angry. She quickly picked up her notebook, opened it and put it on her lap, "Then Mr. Jiang, let's get started."

"Did you read the information I gave you this afternoon?"

Qiao Xing was stunned for a moment, with a hint of embarrassment on his face, "Look, take a closer look."

Mr. Jiang saw at a glance that she didn't look carefully and laughed helplessly. He pushed up his glasses and said, "Okay, what I want about our product is that it is simple, clear and convenient."

Qiao Xing nodded and tapped his fingers on the keyboard to record his words.

"anything else?"

"The other thing is that it has to be unique and impressive, and also, it has to be easy to operate..."

Qiao Xing was typing notes, and as he typed, Mr. Jiang's voice began to become blurry.

Qiao Xing rubbed her eyes. She tried hard to hear Mr. Jiang's words clearly, but when the other person's voice reached her ears, it was a dull buzzing sound, like a mosquito buzzing in her ears.

Moreover, his vision began to blur, and Mr. Jiang appeared in front of him.

Mr. Jiang stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her, "Miss Qiao, are you listening?"

Qiao Xing rubbed his eyes vigorously again, and Mr. Jiang's face shook in front of him, "Mr. Jiang, I feel like I'm a little drunk..."

She didn't have much energy to speak, but she still managed to hold on to her remaining sanity and closed the notebook, "How about we talk about that tomorrow, I..."

Qiao Xing stood up on the sofa, but her legs became weak and she fell down again.

Mr. Jiang quickly sat over and stretched out his hand to support her, "Are you okay?"

Qiao Xing struggled to open her eyes and wanted to push him away, but her raised hand dropped again.

Something flashed through my mind, but my mind was too hazy to think.

Mr. Jiang held her shoulders and looked at the woman in his arms.

In the uncertain box, Jiang could clearly see her facial features. Without makeup, her facial features were very delicate. The ponytail tied behind her head was a little loose, and her hair was tangled in her ears.

He was dressed a bit rustically, wearing a goose-yellow loose sweater and a pair of jeans underneath.

Despite this, she could still see her curvy figure and her long, straight legs under her jeans.

The reason why he was eyeing Qiao Xing was because of her outfit, that of a newbie in the workplace.

Mr. Liao traveled thousands of miles to bring her here. According to Mr. Jiang's understanding, the meaning was already obvious.

Isn't it just an unspoken rule?

This kind of thing happens all the time, and many newcomers in the workplace are more resistant to this kind of thing, but if you use some tricks, you can sleep with her, and then draw some big cakes afterwards, and add intimidation and inducement.

They will either choose to swallow their anger or open up the situation and use their advantages to the end.

Mr. Jiang touched her face, and her skin was very delicate.

He had to admire that Mr. Liao had a good vision.

Qiao Xing still had some sense, but she didn't have the strength. She couldn't even open her eyelids.

She wanted to speak, but the sound she made was just a slight whisper, which aroused the man's anger even more.

Mr. Jiang couldn't wait any longer. He placed Qiao Xing on the sofa, took out his mobile phone and took two photos of her, then turned on the camera and placed it on the opposite side of the sofa so that he could record her clearly.

He helped Qiao Xing up, grabbed her sweater and took it off for her.

Mr. Jiang swallowed, but he didn't expect that this woman was more interesting than he thought.

He reached out excitedly to take off the last piece of clothing from her, when there was a loud bang on the box door!

Mr. Jiang was startled, turned around suddenly, and saw two men standing at the door.

"Oh, I'll go!" Yang Han quickly covered his eyes and turned around, not daring to look at the box.

Mr. Jiang was stunned for two seconds before he reacted. He stood up and looked at them, "Who are you? Who let you in!"

Qin Ce walked over with a gloomy face and strode quickly.

Mr. Jiang saw his menacing approach and subconsciously took a step back.

"I'm telling you, this is me..."

Before Mr. Jiang finished speaking, the man kicked him. Mr. Jiang's remaining words turned into screams of pain. He flew to the sofa and bounced off the sofa. His head hit the corner of the table and he almost fainted. past.

He covered his forehead and looked up at Qin Ce angrily.

Qin Ce took off his coat and covered Qiao Xing, then turned to look at Mr. Jiang.

The coldness radiating from his whole body scared Mr. Jiang to the point of forgetting what to say, especially the flash of killing intent in his eyes, which made Mr. Jiang seem to understand something in his heart.