He reluctantly raised his head, stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked the white ear, slid it to the small and full earlobe, and gently nibbled it with the tip of his teeth......

Xia Yucheng had already heard the voice of the woman who was forcibly kissed, it was Dr. Anoan's, and she hid there for a while, in a dilemma.

Suddenly, her body was pulled hard, and before she could react, she had already hit Feng Hao's strong chest, and then he led her over.

When she crossed Yan Ziqing and Anno's side, she subconsciously turned her head to look, but Feng Hao pulled her in front of her, almost pushing her forward without squinting.

Feng Hao didn't take her back to the private room, but took the elevator downstairs directly and left the "Lost Night".

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"That's it...... Do you want to leave like this? Do you want to go and say hello?" the car started, and Xia Yucheng looked back at the "Misty Night" gate with the lights shining behind the car.

"Say hello, are you still in the mood?" replied unhappily, and after she left, he poured down a whole bottle of red wine, which was probably the most unstylish thing he had ever done when he had been drinking.

Wine, for him, should be tasted slowly and elegantly, but she made him drink a whole bottle of 90-year-old Burgundy red wine like an alcoholic, in an inexplicable anger that could not be vented.

"What's wrong with you?" Xia Yucheng felt the anger and alcohol on his body at this time, she raised her hand to help him straighten the loosened tie, but he impatiently brushed it away.

This was the first time she had seen such an irritable man, and in her eyes, he had always been an elegant, noble, and considerate man.

"I didn't mean to be late. Her heart was sad and aggrieved. She is not a vexatious woman, so she knows that she is wrong, so she will deliberately please him in the private room and appease his dissatisfaction.

Feng Hao didn't speak, he ripped off his tie and threw it aside, he tore open a few shirt buttons, and because of the force, one of them collapsed and bounced on Xia Yucheng's body.

Was he angry with her?

Xia Yucheng twisted her face to the side, looking at the neon-lit city streets outside the car window, tears rolling in her eyes.

The atmosphere inside the car was extremely depressing, Feng Hao leaned his head on the back of the chair, looked at her long silky hair, and subconsciously reached out to touch it.

At the moment when he was about to touch it, his hand stopped in mid-air and was forcibly retracted.

What is he angry about?

Was she late just because she didn't take his words and his business to heart? Or was it that song, that damn "Meet"?

His brows were tightly knit, and his heart was tightened with pain! A word flashed through his mind, jealousy!

He has always been high and can get whatever he wants, but he is jealous for a song.

He breathed hard, saw her weak shoulders twitch slightly, and then raised his hand, wiping his face quickly and quietly.

She cried!

As soon as this thought appeared, his mouth said, "Sorry!"

The first time, he apologized to a woman and said sorry, which was not a very good feeling, but he did it willingly.

Xia Yucheng's back stiffened, and after a while, his shoulders shrugged even more. Maybe before, this man spoiled her too much, and she couldn't bear his anger at this time.

Her aggrieved whimper made Feng Hao feel distressed, and he reached out and pulled her into his arms, pressing her head tightly to his chest.

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