"It seems that Mr. Xu still hasn't secured his position at the helm of your family. He's still young, and his character still needs to be tempered."
Xu Buyan spoke bluntly, and Zhang Yuanpeng, who was used to flattery and being smooth, didn't know how to respond for a moment.
What's more, this blatant humiliation was too direct, and his company and himself were also belittled.
Since he couldn't get any benefits from Xu Buyan, Zhang Yuanpeng turned his attention to Liang Qingmo.
Now, he no longer acts like an elder.
"I heard that Miss Liang is a playful person. I wonder what kind of man can catch your eye."
Liang Qingmo suppressed the discomfort in his heart and forced a smile, "I'm already married."
"It's good to be married!"
Zhang Yuanpeng circled around Liang Qingmo, a wicked smile on his face, "You're still well cared for after marriage!"
"That's natural. Unlike Mr. Zhang, my husband is young, energetic and capable."
Liang Qingmo smiled faintly. She was afraid that his self-esteem would not be able to bear it if he compared dirty jokes with her.
Someone who had been in a bad mood all night suddenly felt that Zhang Yuanpeng was much more pleasing to the eye after hearing what Liang Qingmo said.
Sure enough, Zhang Yuanpeng was still a little embarrassed. No man could tolerate such ridicule.
As a man, he still wants to save face.
He had a gloomy face, but still raised the corners of his mouth, "Although I am old, how do you know I can't do it?"
There are hints in the words and expressions, which is clearly sexual harassment.
"I don't think anyone needs to tell me this anymore. Everyone knows that Mr. Zhang has many tricks but none of them last long."
Liang Qingmo threw the tissue he had used to wipe his hands into the trash can and turned back to look at him.
"Mr. Zhang is so rich, but he should have put in some thought to use it as hush money to prevent the reputation of Ji Miao Nan from getting out. Don't you agree?"
"A gigolo is just a gigolo after all. It's just for fun. Miss Liang still has to look at the long term."
"Just like Mr. Zhang likes young and beautiful women, I also like young and handsome men. Otherwise, why would he be so old and not take a bath?"
Other women would usually feel shy or angry when faced with men saying dirty words, but this was the first time he had seen Liang Qingmo so calm.
The man suppressed his inner anger, but he couldn't lose the upper hand. Since he couldn't win the argument, he had no choice but to fight.
Zhang Yuanpeng pushed the people around him away, took a glass of wine, stood up and walked towards Liang Qingmo.
He glanced at Liang Qingmo with lustful eyes intentionally or unintentionally, and as soon as he sat down, he found an even more terrifying pair of eyes staring at him.
He was indeed an old fox. He could tell at a glance that Xu Buyan's eyes were on Liang Qingmo.
There is always a moment when men have a tacit understanding that hits off perfectly.
So, he glanced at Liang Qingmo more deliberately, and when he saw him, an intriguing smile appeared on his greasy face.
"Miss Liang, would you like a drink?"
As soon as he stretched out his hand, he was stopped by someone.
"Is it my reputation, Xu Buyan, that is not worthy of a glass of wine from Mr. Zhang?"
Zhang Yuanpeng's hands were already shaking, and he quickly handed the wine glass to Xu Buyan.
"Mr. Xu, I thought you weren't into this."
He thought he liked pure and adorable little white flowers, like Shen Xinyi.
"When will it be Mr. Zhang's turn to comment on my taste?"
Xu Buyan calmly withdrew his hand, his dark eyes suddenly flashed with a dark light, and he chuckled.
"I also feel itchy when I see what Mr. Xu likes."
Xu Buyan couldn't ignore the greed that flashed in Zhang Yuanpeng's eyes.
He exerted force with his foot, and Xu Buyan's leather shoes were stepping on his feet. Although they were silent, they were ready to grind at any time.
The man was in pain and didn't dare to continue talking. He tried to pull his foot back but couldn't. He could only endure the pain and didn't dare to ask any more questions. He concentrated on drinking, but his heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat.
"Mr. Xu is really good at joking." The man felt like his feet were about to be stepped on. Although he forced a smile, that smile was uglier than crying.
I struggled hard to break free from his grip.
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"Mr. Zhang, would you mind talking to me in private?" Liang Qingmo suddenly stood up and invited him directly.
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