She is a drama queen, and the male protagonist of Jue He knelt down to beg to have a child.

Chapter 45 The Steady Secretary and the Prince of Beijing 9
  Ji Yanli grabbed his arm with one hand and turned to order one of the bodyguards.

"Take him home."

The short-haired bodyguard nodded sharply.

Xu Ziyuan got drunk, grabbed the bodyguard's strong hand, and took a bite.

He was carried directly by someone.

Jiang Qingqian was following behind a middle-aged greasy man.

He was holding a woman in a black short skirt with a big belly, his hands slid down her back restlessly, and he patted her buttocks teasingly.

The woman delicately blew a breath on his ear, which aroused the man even more.

After the door of the black Mercedes-Benz was opened, the woman was pushed hard by him and fell into the back seat. He jumped in with a wicked smile.

Jiang Qingqian stopped a taxi and followed them.

The black Bentley followed the taxi.

"Host, the banquet ceremony is following."

"it is good."

Jiang Qingqian stopped in room "709". Just now, a middle-aged man and woman walked in and closed the door.

She was stunned as if she didn't know what to do, so she could only turn on her phone camera and wander around the original floor.

The drunken drunkard looked Jiang Qingqian up and down with the "707" room card in his hand.

She looked around again to make sure no one was around her.

He covered her mouth with one ferocious hand, clasped her body with the other, and dragged her to his room like a hungry wolf.

Jiang Qingqian was so frightened that her feet fluttered and struggled, and her body resisted violently.

A pair of arms slashed at the drunkard's shoulders without mercy. His eyelids rolled up and he fell unconscious.

She looked up in horror, saw that cold face, and grabbed the corners of his clothes hard, as if she was holding on to the last straw.

The whole person shrank in his arms, weak and helpless.

The big tears soaked the shirt on his chest, and Ji Yanli patted her back softly.

Jiang Qingqian cried and burped, then hugged his thick waist again.

Ji Yanli's body was frozen and he didn't dare to move at all.

He put his hand on her forehead and pushed it away gently.

A few more pieces of paper were handed over.

Jiang Qingqian came to her senses, wiped her tears carelessly, and blew her nose casually.

Huge roar.

This was the first time a woman was in front of him, regardless of image.

Not too annoying either way.

The tip of Jiang Qingqian's nose was red. She had been crying for a long time, and her tone became even louder, "Why are you here..."

Seasonal Banquet Ceremony: "I happened to be passing by. Fortunately, I came."

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Jiang Qingqian asked casually: "Have you finished eating? I'll treat you to it."

"it is good."

While she was still blowing her nose, she paused and blinked, "Are you really eating?"

"Is it possible that you are just being polite?" Ji Yanli repeated with black eyes in a playful tone.

His oppressive breath approached her, "Do you treat your savior like this?"

The unconscious man beneath him, his face stained, was dragged by bodyguards and prepared to be taken to the police station.

"Then you can eat whatever I treat you to." She said confidently, her eyes as red as a deer's.

Ji Yanli raised his lower lip, but did not refute.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley was parked firmly at the intersection of the busy street, incompatible with the electric vehicles and shared bicycles everywhere.

The banquet ceremony followed her cautiously, avoiding contact with other people.

His face was as dark as a dark cloud, and he was about to explode in the next second.

A pair of small hands grasped his index finger, "Don't mind, I'm afraid you'll feel uncomfortable."

Then, he walked on the inner side of the street, his small body helping him isolate his own little world.

Despite the noise in the street, Ji Yanli heard a violent and unusual beating in his chest.

When Jiang Qingqian took her to sit on the wooden stool in the small restaurant, she wiped it for him first.

"sit down."

He sat down with satisfaction and sat upright, as if he wanted to take stock of hundreds of billions of projects. Jiang Qing smiled lightly and joked: "Relax, don't stretch too tight. This Malatang restaurant is the most authentic in the city. When my mother was a child..."

Her sour expression flashed away, "You will know after you try it later." She smiled again.

But the quarterly banquet only felt dazzling.

"If you don't want to laugh, don't force yourself to laugh. It's even uglier than crying." Ji Yanli's words were cold, but he had already held the teapot in his hand and was skillfully disinfecting the dishes.

Just when he opened his hand, there was a ball of burnt yellow powder on his palm.

He calmly swept the forehead of the woman opposite him.

Sure enough, the area he covered was a lot whiter.

Jiang Qingqian was still excitedly staring at the spicy hotpot that had just been served, smiling happily, "Then I'll eat it first."

Steaming mist covered her lenses, making them white.

As soon as he took the first bite, the weight that Jiang Qingqian had been bearing on Su Rishan's roots suddenly disappeared.

Black glasses were drawn out.

She squinted her eyes and blinked her fox eyes in confusion, "Give it back to me, I can't see clearly."

She grabbed at the hazy mass in front of her.

There was only a pair of warm hands. She hurriedly wanted to let go, but the man's sinister words exploded from her front.

"I found you."

Jiang Qing squinted his eyes, as if he couldn't hear clearly, and asked loudly: "Mr. Ji, can you speak louder? I can't hear you."

Ji Yanli pushed his glasses further away, crossed his legs lazily, and a deep laughter burst from his chest, causing his body to tremble.

He rolled his Adam's apple up and down: "It's okay, I mean the spicy hotpot is delicious."

Listening to the man's words, she nodded obediently.

She lowered her head again and concentrated on eating the spicy hotpot. She sniffed the spicy food, and her fox eyes were filled with mist.

It's endearing, with flowing eyes that make people's hearts soften.

Ji Yanli's breathing was stagnant, and seeing her careless look, she couldn't help but doubt herself.

Have you got the wrong person?

He took out his cell phone from the side pocket of his suit and sent another instruction to Du Sheng.

After finishing the last bite of the bowl, small pear dimples appeared on Jiang Qingqian's cheeks.

Just like a cat that is just fed and basking in the sun.

The woman's cheeks were slightly bulging, her beautiful eyes were narrowed, and her whole body could not hide the aura of happiness.

I have never touched junk food during the seasonal banquet, so I used my chopsticks more frequently, and in the end I looked at the bowl with only juice left.

I couldn't help but be a little surprised.

In fact, it was quite delicious, and he restrained himself from looking at the woman.

Overall, it's still pretty good.

He raised his eyelids and stared at the woman's face calmly. Except for the eye-catching burnt yellow color, everything about her appearance satisfied him.

"Glasses!"

After Jiang Qingqian stood up, she squinted her eyes to focus, stumbled, and fell into the man's arms because of the trash can.

After scanning her glasses, she raised her temples.

After her vision became clear, she angrily opened the hand holding her head.

"Let go of my hair!" she glared.

"My hair got caught on my clothes." He said hoarsely, "Sit on me."

His body moved uncontrollably close to hers, and soon he felt the heat on her body. The banquet ceremony closed its eyes and tried its best to restrain the rising desire.

He leaned back.

Jiang Qingqian came back to her senses, her face turned pink with anxiety, and she twisted her body, trying to turn around and untie her hair.

The man's eyes darkened, and he pressed her legs hard, "Don't move."

He exhaled and patiently untied his hair.

The fingertips trembled slightly and were even stained with a few unnatural powders.

After untying her hair, Jiang Qingqian jumped up.

The man's heavy exhalation was drowned in the noisy voice.

Only a back view was left for her.

(End of this chapter)