Chapter 385 : Where He Drank, His Thin, Hot Lips Were Right Against The Lip Mark On The Cup!

She knew what Mr. Zhao and the others were thinking, so she kept avoiding them.

But this did not mean that she was really afraid of them, and business was naturally done as much as possible.

But if they were really dishonest, she wouldn't be afraid of offending them.

The Ming family had been away from the country for too long, which made people forget that the Ming family was not easily bullied by anyone.

Mr. Zhao and the other two looked at Fu Yinxiu and Ming Yutong with suspicious eyes.

Mr. Li chuckled and asked, "Mr. Fu, do you know Ms. Ming?"

Ming Yutong looked at Fu Yinxiu subconsciously.

Fu Yinxiu said coldly: "I'm not familiar with her."

Ming Yutong didn't know what kind of answer she should expect, but when she heard the word "unfamiliar", her heart still felt sour, swollen, and astringent.

After he came back, she became entangled inexplicably, as if he was not the one who suddenly abandoned her seven years ago, as if she was the one who did something wrong.

Now all she got from him was "I'm not familiar with her".

"However." Fu Yinxiu added, "Whether I'm familiar with her or not, I have no habit of persuading women to drink."

Hearing this, Mr. Zhao and the other three smiled coquettishly and did not dare to persuade Ming Yutong to drink any more.

Ming Yutong also knew that if they did this today, even if they wanted to please Fu Yinxiu, they would not cooperate with their company.

And she didn't think that Fu Yinxiu would say anything specifically to him for her sake.

The character of Mr. Zhao and these three people only ended here, and Ming Yutong did not intend to continue to make excuses with them.

"It's rare that Mr. Fu is here, so I won't interrupt him." Ming Yutong didn't bother to say anything about business matters and talk about it another day. There was nothing to talk about with them.

If before Fu Yinxiu came, Mr. Zhao and the others would have made things difficult for Ming Yutong, at least, they would have punished her with three bottles before leaving.

But with what Fu Yinxiu said just now, they didn't dare to say anything.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yinxiu tapped the table a few times with his long, knuckled fingers, and slowly said, "Miss Ming is about to leave just after I arrived. Did you dislike me?"

Ming Yutong tried her best to restrain herself, so she didn't habitually tighten her hands under tension.

When Mr. Li heard this, he felt that there was an opportunity and immediately said: "That's right, Miss Ming, you are not giving Mr. Fu face."

Ming Yutong was tired of hearing, "Mr. Li," she said, face this, face that, how big was his face?

At this time, Fu Yinxiu said slowly: "Since you want to leave, punish yourself with three cups of wine first."

Speaking, Fu Yinxiu personally took her wine glass.

The fingers were as long as jade, and the shape of her wine glass was so beautiful.

Even though there was still half a glass of wine inside, there was still some white beer foam on the wall of the glass, which didn't look very good.

But such vulgar things seemed to have become better-looking and high-end after being manipulated by Fu Yinxiu.

Even the beer foam inside was like nectar under his long, jade-like fingers.

No one expected that Fu Yinxiu would drink the remaining half of her wine directly from Ming Yutong's wine glass.

She didn't dislike it at all.

Moreover, where he drank, his thin, hot lips were right against the lip mark on the cup!

This kind of thing was too ambiguous and too intimate!

Her remaining wine was more or less stained with her saliva.

He just raised his head and drank.

Ming Yutong was dumbfounded and didn't know how to react. She stared at Fu Yinxiu blankly, then picked up a bottle of wine as if nothing had happened and refilled her glass.

Mr. Zhao and the three of them all looked at Fu Yinxiu in surprise.

The three of them were like stiff puppets, not even turning their necks. Their whole bodies were stiff and motionless, just looking at Fu Yinxiu.

Didn't he mean he's not familiar with her?

Drinking the same glass of wine even though he was not familiar with it?

Even still drinking against Ming Yutong's lipprint?

In this way, wasn't it an indirect kiss?

Was it possible that Fu Yinxiu fell in love with Ming Yutong?

It's true that they didn't know each other well before, but when they met tonight, he also wanted to put Ming Yutong into bed?

This was not surprising.

Ming Yutong was good-looking, and she is also charming, sexy and sexy.

It was very lethal to men.

The more powerful a man was like Fu Yinxiu, the more he liked to challenge people like Ming Yutong.

Mr. Zhao and the others thought they had understood, so they slowly put away their surprised expressions and calmly watched the interaction between Fu Yinxiu and Ming Yutong.

But the three of them no longer dare to flirt with Ming Yutong.

Seeing Fu Yinxiu hand the wine glass to Ming Yutong, he said in a cool voice: "I'll let you go if you punish yourself with three glasses of wine."

Ming Yutong pursed her lips.

She really wanedto leave, could he stop her?

However, she thought about the day she met him, and he was surrounded by so many bodyguards.

Those people didn't know where they were hiding. As long as they didn't show up on their own initiative, they will never be found.

Ming Yutong thought that the only ones who could compare with them were the secret guards of Lanshan Courtyard.

As far as the quality of those people was concerned, Ming Yutong felt that the rumors that Fu Yinxiu was the leader of "Thorns" were very likely to be true.

Fu Yinxiu's lips curved in a cool arc, and he didn't rush her, just kept holding the wine glass.

With a lazy expression on his face, he was leaning slightly, his left arm was bent, and his elbow rested leisurely on the back of the chair.

Ming Yutong took a deep breath and took the wine glass.

Her fingertips accidentally touched his cold fingers, and she shrank sharply and trembled.

The coolness on his fingertips still lingered on, and there was also some electricity that lingered around the tips of his fingers.

Fu Yinxiu raised his eyebrows at her, and Ming Yutong took the wine glass again.

As soon as she lowered her head, she saw the lip print on the rim of the cup pointing straight at her.

Her head was buzzing as she thought of the way Fu Yinxiu had specifically pressed his lips against hers to drink.