C17 Do You Have the Right to be Pretentious

"I …"

Logically speaking, I shouldn't have acted pretentiously to have such a handsome and mysterious man interested in me.

But the bottom line was the bottom line. It could not be broken.

I can't take that step, or else how will I face Little Fan and my mother in the future?

What's more, Little Fan is still lying in the ICU, so I can't do something that goes against my heart.

"What, a date?" Qin Mofei's voice turned cold.

I shook my head and bit my lower lip. He was very close to me, and the hot air from his breath was tickling in the hollow of my neck. Without a doubt, people like him were hormones to walk no matter where they were. If he wanted women, he would be like a crucian carp crossing the river.

It's just that I. Sigh!

"I have a relative who is sick and is still in the intensive care unit."

I couldn't lie when I looked into his fierce white and black eyes. It's just that I didn't mention that the family member in the hospital was my son, who was only five months old.

He grabs my chin and lifts my face, and I'm scared to see the cold in his eyes.

"Shen Huanyan, do you think you're qualified to be pretentious in front of me?"

"I'm not, I …"

He was angry. It must have been the first time he had asked a woman to accompany him in order to be rejected. Feeling the strength in his fingertips increase, my neck is forced to rise higher and higher. This posture is extremely uncomfortable, but I didn't dare to refute it. I don't want to offend Chen Kui after offending him.

"Boss Qin, I really … "I'm sorry."

"This shouldn't be your first time, right?" He said bluntly.

I immediately blushed and didn't know what to say.

"So, who are you defending?"

Guard? I shook my head.

What a joke, would I defend the man that robbed me while I was on fire? If that man were to stand in front of me now, I would definitely give him a few slaps and tell him how to treat a woman with mercy.

It's just that I have trouble saying it.

Qin Mofei's question became sharper and sharper, and I was also at a loss as to what to do. In fact, sweat started to form on my forehead, as if I was terrified. I pressed myself against the wall and my legs began to give out.

He was absolutely terrified.

The atmosphere in the room was eerily stifling, and I had the feeling that a storm was coming.

Qin Mofei's hand brushed past me. I was wearing a modified version of the cheongsam. His hands were long and rough, and there was a strange feeling to them as they rubbed against his skin.

Seeing that he was short of breath, I hurriedly grabbed his hand and looked at him pleadingly. Boss Qin, if you really want me to accompany you, can you wait a few days? "

I really don't have the courage to spend time with others when Little Fan is sick. He took his hand away from me in an instant and stared at me for a long moment with narrowed eyes, saying nothing.

I breathed carefully, swallowing nervously, sweat running down my forehead like a waterfall. He seemed to see my embarrassment, smiled meaningfully, and wiped the sweat from my brow.

"Alright, call the waiter over to settle the bill."

"Ah?" "You've only been inside for less than half an hour, and I haven't even brought up the order. There's no need to pay the bill."

"Stupid!" He pinched my face again and handed me a check for twenty thousand denominations. "I never take advantage of anyone, especially a woman. Give me your hand."

"Eh?"

Embarrassed, I held out my hand and he picked up a pen and quickly wrote a phone number on it. Then she gave me a flat look, opened the door, and left without a word. I stared at the phone number and the check in my hand.

He actually … You're letting me go just like that?