Chapter 22 What are you talking about?

She deliberately prolonged the ending of the tone, and there was a hint of cunning in her eyes.

"Do you have any special thoughts about our sister Yi Ran?"

The tail end of Gu Miaomiao's voice was still lingering in the air.

A cold male voice suddenly interrupted her words.

"Boss Wang, let's stop talking."

Jiang Yanbai picked up the wine glass and looked at Wang Jingchi with deep eyes.

"Drink it."

Wang Jingchi was interrupted and a look of displeasure flashed across his face, but when he met Jiang Yanbai's dark eyes, he tactfully restrained himself.

He still had to give Jiang Yanbai face.

He smiled, released the hand that was holding Wu Yiran's wrist, and raised his glass.

"Boss Jiang is right. Come on, drink, drink!"

The cups clinked and the wine flowed down their throats.

After three rounds of drinks, Wang Jingchi's misty eyes began to wander restlessly around Wu Yiran again.

Under the influence of alcohol, he became bolder.

He stretched out his chubby hand and put it around Wu Yiran's slender shoulders.

Wu Yiran's body stiffened noticeably, but he didn't dare to struggle free.

Wang Jingchi's fingers pinched her shoulders lightly through the thin fabric, and he spoke in a drunken voice.

"I'm telling you, Yi Ran..."

He burped, and his alcoholic breath sprayed on Wu Yiran's ear.

"Only you can catch my eye. That's why I'm giving you the chance to be the spokesperson for Angel Wings."

He moved closer, his fingers restlessly running down the side of her neck, sliding down, and tracing her delicate collarbone.

"Tomorrow, the prototype of the angel wings will be finalized. I guarantee that the finished product will be ready within a week."

"When the time comes, when you wear it around your beautiful neck, wow, it will absolutely dazzle and outshine all the other beauties!"

His fingers were about to touch the skin on Wu Yiran's chest.

Wu Yiran's neck was shivering and his face was pale.

She mustered up her courage and gently pushed Wang Jingchi's arm. Her voice was trembling, but her eyes were fixed on Jiang Yanbai.

"Mr. Wang...you seem to have drunk too much."

"Or, why don't we send Mr. Wang back to rest first?"

Jiang Yanbai held the wine glass and tapped the wall of the glass lightly with his fingertips.

He looked at Wang Jingchi's ugly appearance, and then at Wu Yiran's tearful look.

Is this woman asking him for help?

But why did she think he would take action?

At this moment, Gu Miaomiao stood up enthusiastically.

With just the right amount of worry on her face, she walked a few steps to Wang Jingchi.

"Mr. Wang, look at you, your face is completely red."

She naturally reached out her hand, took the arm that Wang Jingchi had placed on Wu Yiran's shoulder, and placed it on her own shoulder.

"Let me help you."

Wang Jingchi leaned most of his body on Gu Miaomiao, mumbling his thanks.

Gu Miaomiao's other hand seemed to be casually supporting his waist, but in fact, it was hitting his fat abdomen hard and unnoticeably.

The knuckles hit a vulnerable spot precisely.

"ah!"

A shrill scream suddenly broke the ambiguity in the box.

Wang Jingchi instantly bounced off Gu Miaomiao, squatted down holding his stomach, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

Gu Miaomiao pretended to be startled by him, took a step back, her face full of surprise.

"Boss Wang, what's wrong with you?"

There was anxiety in her voice.

"Did you drink too quickly and hurt your stomach? Oh, what should I do?"

Wang Jingchi was speechless.

He held his stomach, his face flushed red, and rolled over on the smooth floor, groaning in pain.

He looked extremely embarrassed.

When Jiang Yanbai saw this scene, his fingers holding the wine glass tightened imperceptibly.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, fixed on Gu Miaomiao's face full of worry.

coincide?

Or...her handwriting?

This woman always has a way of making things unexpected.

But her face still showed that perfect tension.

She looked at Jiang Yanbai with a bit of panic, her tone full of earnestness.

"Boss Jiang, what should we do? Boss Wang came out to drink with us, after all."

"If anything happens to him here, we will be blamed."

She frowned, her voice becoming increasingly anxious: "Otherwise... could you please, Mr. Jiang, send someone to take Mr. Wang to the hospital?"

"This way, we can all feel more at ease."

As soon as Gu Miaomiao finished speaking, Wu Yiran stood up, his face drained of color, and he echoed in panic.

"Yes, Mr. Jiang."

Her voice was tearful and she looked at Jiang Yanbai helplessly.

"Mr. Wang looks very uncomfortable. After all, we are both women and not very strong. I am afraid we can't help him."

"Or...or please, Mr. Jiang, please arrange for someone to take Mr. Wang to the hospital."

Jiang Yanbai had a blank expression on his face, and his eyes wandered between Gu Miaomiao and Wu Yiran for a moment.

He cleared his throat gently, turned towards the closed box door, and raised his voice.

"Lin Yi."

The door opened.

Lin Yi's tall figure appeared at the door with a respectful look.

"Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Yanbai raised his chin slightly and gestured to Wang Jingchi who was curled up on the ground.

"Send Mr. Wang to the hospital."

Lin Yi stepped forward without any hesitation.

Soon, another bodyguard followed in.

The two men carefully lifted Wang Jingchi, who was moaning non-stop, from the ground and half-supported and half-dragged him out of the box.

Jiang Yanbai was worried about whether the project could proceed smoothly, so he went to the hospital with a few people.

The heavy door closed again.

At this moment, only Gu Miaomiao and Wu Yiran were left.

Gu Miaomiao turned sideways and her eyes fell on Wu Yiran's tearful face.

Her gaze swept across the crimson teardrop mole under her eye, and she spoke thoughtfully.

"That's a good disguise."

Wu Yiran's body trembled, and he subconsciously took two steps back to distance himself from Gu Miaomiao.

She raised her eyes, which were filled with tears, and looked at Gu Miaomiao blankly.

"Ms. Gu."

"I don't understand what you are talking about..."

Gu Miaomiao looked at her pitiful appearance, and the smile in her eyes deepened a little.

She nodded with satisfaction. Very good, good acting.

She didn't say anything more, but just followed Wu Yiran's frightened gaze and responded with a meaningful smile.

He turned around and left the box without looking back.

Return to the villa that is called home but is actually a cage.

Gu Miaomiao walked straight into her bedroom and locked the door.

She bent down skillfully and took out a black cell phone from under the cold bed.

This phone is old and there are a few tiny scratches on the screen.

Her slender fingers slid quickly across the screen, and the screen lit up.

She directly deciphered the villa's wireless network.

With a light tap of her fingertips, a secret software was opened. She entered a complex account and password and logged in successfully.

At the same time, a new message popped up on the screen.

【How is the matter going? 】