Billion Spoils: President's Exclusive Sweet Wife

"I always feel that President Han today is a little different in peace."

With the example of the screenwriter group, others went to propose a toast to Han zixie.

Han zixie can say that he almost refused to come, drinking one cup after another.

Qin Sitong went to the corridor to take a breath and called Jun Jisheng by the way. "Jisheng, I'll be back later today. The green killing banquet is not over yet... You don't have to pick me up. I don't know when it will end here. When it's over, I'll take a taxi directly back... Well, OK, I know."

After the call, Qin Sitong just put away his mobile phone. As soon as he turned around, he saw Han zixie standing behind him. He didn't know how long he had been standing.

She bit her lips awkwardly and bowed her head to bypass him.

As a result, at the moment of passing by him, his hand suddenly grabbed her arm. The next moment, Qin Sitong only felt a force and pushed her whole body against the wall. Her back hit the cold wall, which was painful.

But before she could react, the warm smell of wine had sprayed on her face.

"Qin Sitong, why did you make me a mess?" Han Zixi roared low. His beautiful eyes showed a color of struggle and pain.

I told myself not to care about this woman, but I couldn't get rid of her. Others are saying that he came for Yiyuan at today's youth killing banquet, but only he understood that he wanted to see her again.

However, when he couldn't see her, he was upset. When he saw her, he only felt more upset.

Qin Si Tong frowned, put his hands on Han zixie's chest and wanted to push him away, "I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Han."

"Mr. Han?" he suddenly sneered. "Qin Sitong, don't you want to get close to me? Don't you want to renew the friendship with me? Why do you keep calling me Mr. Han?"

As he spoke, he grabbed her hands, put ten fingers between her fingers and pressed her hands against the wall.

Qin Si Tong was anxious. Such a posture made her uneasy.

"Han zixie, what do you want?"

His eyes were blurred, and there was a layer of drunkenness in his eyes. "Don't you want to get close to me? Well, I'll get close to you. You don't need to find such a bad reason. I'll help you. No matter what your purpose is, I'll help you. You say, OK?" he was upset and restless, as if only she could calm down.

His eyes drooped and his head lowered slowly. Seeing that his lips were about to kiss her lips, Qin Sitong said goodbye to his head and avoided his kiss, "let go of me, you're drunk!"

"Drunk?" he sneered. Maybe he was drunk, but he was drunk on purpose. "Qin Sitong, you obviously have Jun Jisheng. Why bother me?"

"I didn't mean to provoke you!" she said.

"You have." his lips stuck to her cheek, and a sigh escaped from his throat. "Since you also stayed in Dagu village... Why did you regard me as a burden and garbage at that time? Just because I was blind... Just because I was Zhang Ming? Not Han Zixuan of the Han family?"

Qin Sitong's body trembled and his eyes looked at Han Zixi again. "Since you have identified a fact, why do you want to ask me?"