Pampered wife in her arms: President, spoiled

Chapter 22 An atmosphere similar to a contest seems to have formed in the air

"Tsk tsk tsk, Miss Wen is so pitiful!"

In the dark room, under the blue-white smoke, Tang Boxing narrowed his eyes and smiled lazily.

Seemingly thinking of something, he flicked the cigarette ash with his fingers and said with a smile:
"Would you like me to help you..."

"No need!" Huo Ziyan glanced at him,
"As far as you are concerned, what good solution can you have, but it's just some dirty tricks!"

Huo Ziyan's handsome face was still calm and calm.

Tang Boxing sneered, and sneered unceremoniously,

"Just an extinct pure-hearted man like you, with an abstinent temperament from the inside out, who finally became interested in a female species, and has to die slowly. Believe it or not, she just sees your fear of avoiding it." Look, any rich man in the imperial capital can give you a second!"

Huo Ziyan turned around and glanced at him, just about to say something, when from the corner of his eye, he saw that Wen Qing had already walked from the direction of the hall, and cast his gaze on her again.

Wen Qing walked slowly towards the VIP box. The first two encounters with Huo Ziyan made her deeply feel the danger factor in this man.

Whether it's the knife control in the bar, or the inevitable threat in the hotel, no matter how much she pretends to be calm, she will have an uncontrollable fear of him deep in her heart, and she really doesn't want to have any interaction with him.

Such emotions made her hesitate and hesitate to move forward, but thinking of the Wen family's current debts and his father's illness, the tangled and turbulent emotions urged him to move forward.

It was just that an extremely uncomfortable feeling surged up at the same time, and she didn't understand what it was for a while.

The moment she entered the box, Wen Qing frowned slightly due to the choking smell of smoke inside.

Seeing two men sitting on the sofa, one is indifferent and the other is evil.It's just that he was as handsome as ever, and his expression was in a daze.

The bodyguard who came from a distance just wanted to speak, but was stopped by Tang Boxing's eyes, and walked out knowingly, and closed the door of the box.

"Mr. Tang, Mr. Huo, excuse me!"

After the door closed, Wen Qing's heart suddenly tightened, but she calmed down soon.

Huo Ziyan got up suddenly and walked to the shelf next to the wine, took out a bottle of red wine, opened it, bent down and poured it into two goblets, and handed one of them to Wen Qing.

"Mr. Huo, I'm not very...!"

"Miss Wen doesn't want to say that she can't drink wine!"

Huo Ziyan raised her eyebrows and raised a smile, interrupting Wen Qing's refusal.

Looking at Huo Ziyan's smile, Wen Qing remembered that the place where they first met was at the bar.

Now that he entered this box, it seemed a little hypocritical to refuse now, so he reached out and took the wine glass from the man's hand.

Huo Ziyan himself picked up another glass and bumped it into Wen Qing's.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Tang Boxing watched as the moment their glasses clashed, an atmosphere similar to a contest seemed to form in the air.

Holding the wine glass, Wen Qing drank the red wine inside in one gulp.

"Mr. Huo, you are the investor of "Fighting Beauty". I hope to have the opportunity to participate in this movie."

Maybe it was because she knew that Huo Ziyan must be clear about her purpose, or maybe the red wine she had just drank briefly stimulated her nerves, Wen Qing stopped circling around and said directly.

"Miss Wen is indeed very frank!"

(End of this chapter)