Chapter 23 23. Young Master Ting, I'll Feed You

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Jindu is Jing's most famous high-end club, and the "waiters" inside are all top-notch in appearance.

In the huge private room, other men hugged and flirted with the beautiful women beside them, but Huo Yunting was the only one.

His ears were filled with laughter and the sound of toasting and drinking. He was sitting alone on the large wine-red sofa, holding a wine glass in his hand and taking a sip from time to time, looking out of place.

The colorful strobe lights shone on his face in turn, making that face that turned all sentient beings more handsome and cold.

The usual unrestrained man suddenly seemed to be a different person tonight, and everyone could tell that he was in a bad mood.

Huo Yunting's friend Mu Xian winked at Huo Li who was about to sit down after singing, and motioned him to go up and ask, but he cowardly hid in a corner to watch the show.

Huo Li received his gaze, sat back, raised his wine glass and saluted him, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

I'm not stupid, paralysis will send you to death!

Huo Yunting raised his head and drank the wine in his hand. A hot girl refilled the wine for him very sensibly. He watched the light red liquid fall into the glass. In a daze, he seemed to hear the directors chattering to Lu Chaoyang during the day. Accused, very irritable.

In a blink of an eye, she was obviously wronged, but her eyes were still firm, and the appearance of pretending to be strong reappeared in front of his eyes again and again.

He was just about to bring the goblet to his lips when the soft voice of the woman pouring the wine suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Young Master Ting, I'll feed you..."

As soon as the words fell, her body leaned against him as if she had no bones, and her proud bust seemed to be in close contact with him, and her smiling eyes also shone with excitement.

"Get out." Huo Yunting pushed her away mercilessly, put down his wine glass, and got up from the sofa.

"Ms. Ting, please be gentle~" She simply fell down on the sofa and reached out to Huo Yunting, "Pull him..."

Huo Yunting was not even a bird, so he picked up his coat, kicked his legs and left.

After driving all the way back to the company, only the lights on the 40th floor of the Leiting Group were still on.

He glanced at the time displayed on the car, and at three thirty in the morning, he knew that she was still working overtime.

After stopping the car, Huo Yunting walked to Lu Chaoyang's office, the footsteps of leather shoes were very clear.

The door to the secretary's office was open. He looked at the figure, and his footsteps became softer inexplicably.