Chapter 12 "Leave the choice to Shuangshuang."
If Chen Shuangli's actions were seen by others, she would be seen as ungrateful.
After all, a rich young master and a waiter working in Lan Palace, anyone who sees them will mutter in their heart that they are ungrateful.
Zhou Zheng's family's company has a project that wants to cooperate with the Xie family, but the Xie family looks down on them, so Zhou Zheng's father asks Zhou Zheng to spend more time with Xie Jinghe.
This situation is obviously a good opportunity to curry favor with Xie Jinghe.
Zhou Zheng sneered, "Why are you pretending to be so noble? It's a blessing you've earned in eight lifetimes that Young Master Xie likes you!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, there are bruises on my knees. I guess I knelt under a man's legs for a long time last night."
Almost at the moment when he finished speaking, Xie Jinghe swung the wine bottle in front of him and smashed it towards Zhou Zheng's head. His movements were so fierce and swift that a gust of wind swept through the air.
With a crisp and terrifying sound, the wine bottle broke, and glass fragments exploded in all directions. Wine mixed with blood dripped down on Zhou Zheng's head.
Xie Jinghe's voice was colder than ever before, "Are you tired of living?"
Chen Shuangli was so frightened that her body trembled and she suddenly turned her head to look at the source of the sound.
Xie Jinghe paused, then glanced sideways at Chen Shuangli, "Are you scared?"
He put his strong arms around Chen Shuangli's waist and held her to sit on his lap. Chen Shuangli seemed to have lost all her strength and let Xie Jinghe do what he wanted.
Chen Shuangli clenched her hands tightly, as if suppressing something, "No."
But Xie Jinghe could feel her tense and trembling body, and her brows were furrowed.
She's very sensitive to the sound of bottles and jars breaking, like she's having a stress reaction?
Zhou Zheng quickly knelt on the ground, ignoring the severe pain in his head, and clasped his hands together to beg for mercy: "Xie Shao, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Xie Jinghe ordered: "Kneel further away."
Zhou Zheng quickly knelt down, at the position farthest away from Xie Jinghe.
When she came back to her senses, Chen Shuangli stood up, but the arm around her waist held her back.
Her calf was held by a hot, broad hand, and the scorching heat passed over her, burning her so much that she trembled and struggled subconsciously.
A deep voice came into my ears, "Don't move."
Xie Jinghe lowered his head and carefully examined the bruise on her knee and asked, "How did it happen?"
Chen Shuangli glanced at the bruise on her knee. In fact, she didn't know how it happened. It was probably because she bumped into the table at some moment. "I accidentally bumped into the table."
Xie Jinghe tsks his tongue, "So charming."
He leaned close to Chen Shuangli's ear and said in a somewhat malicious tone, "You're just a tofu doll, so fragile."
The warm breath sprayed on her ears, like a feather gently brushing past, causing a slight itch, and Chen Shuangli dodged.
Xie Jinghe ignored her action. He held the phone in one hand and sent a message. Then he put the phone down and glanced at Zhou Zheng who was kneeling in the distance.
Zhou Zheng's body trembled.
Xie Jinghe said nonchalantly, "Kneel down and ask for a favor."
Zhou Zheng: “…”
Zhou Zheng rolled over quickly, looked up at Xie Jinghe, and smiled flatteringly, "No need to beg, no need to beg. Please speak, Mr. Xie."
Xie Jinghe: "Apologize to her."
Zhou Zheng didn't expect this to happen. He frowned subconsciously and moved his eyes to look at Chen Shuangli, with displeasure and disdain flashing in his eyes.
Xie Jinghe smiled, his tone dangerous: "If you don't want to, keep kneeling until your legs break."
Zhou Zheng quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please forgive me."
"Next time you see her, get as far away from her as possible."
Xie Jinghe reached out and picked up the neck of the broken wine bottle. He said in a tone that brooked no argument, "Otherwise, I'll stab this directly down your throat."
"I'll give you a seventh day."
Zhou Zheng looked over and saw that under the bottleneck were densely packed sharp glass barbs that reflected a cold light, which made his scalp tingle.
Zhou Zheng quickly agreed: "Okay, okay, I promise I can do it."
Xie Jinghe: "Go away."
Zhou Zheng rolled and crawled away.
Chen Shuangli looked at Xie Jinghe and said softly, "Thank you."
Xie Jinghe looked back at Chen Shuangli's face, raised his eyebrows, and teased in his eyes, "How do you thank me?"
"A verbal thank you."
"How do you thank me verbally?"
Chen Shuangli: “…” He must be looking for trouble on purpose.
"Thank you, thank you so much."
Xie Jinghe was a bit of a scoundrel, his voice tinged with laughter, "I thought your verbal thank you meant a kiss."
"No, I don't mean that." Chen Shuang was aroused, but Xie Jinghe wouldn't let her and forcibly put his arms around her waist.
She struggled a bit, "Let me go."
"No. You said you would come to the welcoming banquet, why did you stand me up?"
"No time, I have to work."
Xie Jinghe glanced at the work clothes on Chen Shuangli and asked, "Need money?"
Chen Shuangli: “Yeah.”
Xie Jinghe: "How much is missing?"
Chen Shuangli: “One million.”
Xie Jinghe: "I need a partner. Follow me and I will give you one million."
Chen Shuangli: “No need.”
As the words fell, a faint sneer fell by his ears.
Chi Yanzhou yelled at the top of his voice: "Xie Jinghe, what are you doing holding her? Let her go!"
Xie Jinghe glanced over, his eyes cold and nonchalant, yet filled with a strong sense of danger, "Not letting go, what? Are you trying to snatch me away?"
No man wants to be a coward in front of the girl he likes.
Chi Yanzhou stood up in shock and argued with Xie Jinghe, "Yes!"
Xie Jinghe sneered disdainfully, "Can you snatch it from me?"
Even if you can’t win, you have to fight for it!
This is the first time I've met a girl who suits my taste so well, how could I be willing to give her up like this?
Chi Yanzhou changed his mind and looked at Chen Shuangli: "Leave the choice to Shuangshuang."
"It depends on who Shuangshuang wants to be held."
Xie Jinghe chuckled, "Okay."
He looked back at Chen Shuangli's face meaningfully, "Who do you choose, Chen Shuangli, you decide."
While speaking, Xie Jinghe's big hands kept kneading the soft flesh on Chen Shuangli's waist in the dark. His technique was very skillful, and that slender waist was almost rubbed limp by him.
The current situation is like having a gun pointed at Shen Shuangli's waist.
Chen Shuangli shrank her waist, stretched her hand back, pulled Xie Jinghe's hand away, and stood up from his legs.
Xie Jinghe's face turned cold again.
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