when you are drunk

291 Chapter 296. What kind of dog are you?
Qing Cen narrowed his almond eyes coldly, and swept them sharply, his red lips were bright, he sneered, and his tone was cold.

"Is there any need for you to meddle in your own business?"

Ji Beichuan's thin lips forced a smile, and he kept staring at her, as if she would suddenly disappear and never see her again.

"Well, if I don't do that, why are you willing to come to me?"

He smiled lowly, his voice was cold, but there was a hint of joy in his success, "I see you."

Ji Beichuan smiled happily, like a child who got candy.

The colors in his eyes are complex, mixed with pleasure, greed and ecstasy.

"No purpose, I just want to see you."

He said this, but he couldn't get any touch or change from her.

There was only indifference and disgust in Qingcen's cold eyes, she stared at him without blinking, her tone was cold and cold.

"You can still stand here properly."

Ji Beichuan's cynical expression finally froze, she still said such words, questioning and indifferent, wishing that he would return to the dark place again.

"Xiao Qingcen, I know you sent people to Dongcheng to investigate me." His thin lips parted slightly, his tone light and calm.

Qing Cen half-closed his almond eyes, staring at his distinct tear mole, and just sneered between his delicate red lips, "I underestimated Mr. Ji's methods."

Ji Beichuan looked down at her, nearly two heads taller than her, with downcast but gentle and doting eyes.

He smiled and said, "How can a person who has tried his best to live in the sun keep evidence that he grew up in the dark?"

There was no wave in Qingcen's eyes, she was just trying, and she already knew that she would get nothing.

She still stared at him indifferently, without saying a word.

"You know this, but you still send people to Dongcheng. Tell me, are you interested in me?"

Ji Beichuan smiled and took her tender white wrist, but was mercilessly thrown away by the beauty.

Qingcen frowned and took a few steps back, leaning against the wall, her red lips slightly pursed, and she sneered, "President Ji, you must be self-aware."

Ji Beichuan lowered his empty hand, he just smiled lightly.

"It doesn't matter, whether you hate me or hate me. To me, it doesn't matter."

He approached slowly, ignoring the disgust in her eyes, and raised his hand to press the wall above her head, casting a layer of haze.

"The important thing is that I can finally live under the same sunshine as you, and become the same person as you."

Ji Beichuan smiled gently, looked at her deeply, knowing that she was beyond reach, his voice was cold and begging.

"Heh...we are finally the same person."

Qingcen remained indifferent and unmoved, seeing him squinting his eyes and getting closer, she pushed him away.

Ji Beichuan was unprepared, took a step back in a haste, and let out a low laugh, "It's okay, let's take our time."

"Who is coming with you? Are you sick?" Qing Cen turned indifferently and walked to the door. Before he could go out, he grabbed his wrist.

"Little Qingcen, don't leave yet, stay with me for a while. Just for a while." Ji Beichuan held her tightly, speaking with a hint of longing.

With his tall stature, he lowered himself, his eyes were full of unwillingness, and he couldn't get what he asked for.

Qing Cen frowned, disgusted to the extreme, "Let go!"

She desperately wanted to get rid of him, but she couldn't get rid of him, so she subconsciously protected her abdomen.

All her decency and composure, at this moment, only bitter hatred, and a disgusted sneer between her red lips.

"Ji Beichuan, what kind of dog are you?"

(End of this chapter)