"Where is Mr. Ding? Did you do something that made him unhappy, angered him and made him angry?" Qin Yisheng couldn't help but say anxiously.

He Qian shook her head and said, "No, before I could say a few words to Mr. Ding, he answered the phone first, and then sent a message to someone, and left in a hurry."

"It's true?" Qin Yisheng looked at He Qian suspiciously. After all, he was still a little worried. He called Ding Yiyang again and asked if they had any bad hospitality that he had left so early.

Ding Yiyang indeed replied that the company suddenly had some urgent matters and needed him to rush back to deal with it, and thanked Qin Yisheng for the hospitality tonight.

Knowing that he had wronged He Qian, and men were born to be more sympathetic to beautiful girls, Qin Yisheng apologized to He Qian, and did it next to He Qian, and poured a glass of wine to apologize to He Qian: "Sorry, little sister, it's my brother who wronged you. Because Ding is a big customer of our company, we can't afford to offend him, so we are a little cautious."

Everyone has their own difficulties in life these days, not to mention that Qin Yisheng didn’t do anything to her before. He Qian shook her head indifferently, clinked glasses with Qin Yisheng and said, “It’s okay, you will suspect it’s normal.”

It was a reasonable girl. Qin Yisheng smiled and said, "Are you still a student? How old are you? What major do you study?"

Whether selling wine in a bar or serving wine, it is not a glorious profession. In order to avoid being suspicious of inquiring about privacy, Qin Yisheng thoughtfully avoided the topic of asking which school He Qian was.

"Well, I'm still a student, I'm a junior, and I'm studying fashion design." He Qian had seen Qin Yisheng several times before in "Sharp" and knew that he was the boss behind the bar. He heard that he was also a rich second generation, but he looked rather modest and low-key, and he didn't have as many bad habits as other rich second generations. He Qian had a good impression of him, so he patiently answered Qin Yisheng's words.

The young men invited by Qin Yisheng were each hugging the girl and having fun. He didn't have to say hello to him. At this moment, he had nothing to do and was happy to have a beautiful girl with him. Therefore, he rarely had the leisure to drink and chat with He Qian while chatting with him.

Today, He Qian, who was worried, suddenly had the interest to chat with this stranger who had only met twice or three times inadvertently and didn't even know his name. They had a happy chat.

Everything was normal, but when He Qian, who was already drunk, poured wine for Qin Yisheng, her hands shook a few times without hesitation, and poured the wine into the middle part of Qin Yisheng's legs.

"Sorry, sorry." He Qian apologized while wiping Qin Yisheng's pants with a tissue.

Because he was already a little dizzy when he drank, He Qian placed one hand on the base of Qin Yisheng's thighs and wiped the wet part in the middle of Qin Yisheng's crotch with the other hand.

Under the touch of two weak and boneless hands, Qin Yisheng's body gradually reacted, and a part that was originally silent gradually recovered, growing bigger and bigger, and finally bulged into a small tent.

But He Qian, whose brain had been corroded by alcohol, didn't react to what this was. After touching her life and death, she raised her head and pointed her finger at the small tent and said, "It's so strange..."

Qin Yisheng, who was already forcibly controlling his physiological reaction, could no longer bear it. He moaned, then reached out to fix He Qian's face, leaned down, and blocked the little mouth that was talking.
Chapter completed!