His gaze was menacing and cold, and Ning Yazhi's forced smile was a bit unbearable. The wine bottle in her hand was unsteady and fell to the ground with a clang, shattering on the smooth marble floor.
"The 80-year-old muton has great collection value. The auction price is 200,000 US dollars. There are only ten bottles in the world. This is the last bottle. It will be destroyed in your hands." Mu Chengfeng told her a fact in a low voice with a charming voice.
"..." Is it so expensive? He wouldn't want her to compensate, would he? Although she was right to drop it, if he hadn't hugged her suddenly, she wouldn't have been so frightened that she dropped the bottle of wine.
"How long do you think I have to work here before I can be compensated?"
"It seems you still owe me something that you haven't paid back."
"What... thing?" She raised her eyes in confusion, a bad feeling welling up in her heart, something very bad was going on.
"Swimming pool." She spoke with such beautiful lips that she almost lost her balance and fell down.
Sister Ni, he really recognized her!
He is really despicable when he obviously recognizes himself and still pretends not to know him. No, what nonsense did he say? Since when did he owe him anything?
She was so angry!
"Mr. Mu, I don't understand what you are saying." So what if she refuses to admit that she knows you?
He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed sand on her face, making her skin elastic.
How dare he touch her?!
Ning Ya was so angry that she pushed him away fiercely and slapped him in the face without even thinking.
Ning Yazhi was stunned by the crisp slap.
Mu Chengfeng's handsome, Satan-like face showed no emotion at all despite the slap, and was terrifyingly indifferent.
Ning Yazhi was a little scared. This man was from the upper class and could express his emotions and anger. However, the butler next to him was holding a gun and seemed not to care about human life.
If she angered him, he would kill her at any time.
She looked at her hands and explained calmly: "I didn't mean to hit you, it was what you said that scared me..."
She really angered Mu Chengfeng. There has never been such a bold woman, so bold that she would even hit him. He has never been the kind of hypocrite who claims not to hit women. Anyone who offends him will only die an ugly death, regardless of that
Is it a man or a woman.
He took a step forward, and Ning Yazhi wanted to avoid it, but there was a bar counter behind her, and there was no way to avoid it. An accident, and her lower back hit the bar counter hard. She was so painful that she almost burst into tears.
Mu Chengfeng didn't care whether she was in pain or not. He pressed her down on the bar, pinched her face bones with his hands, and a cruel curve appeared on his lips: "You are the first woman to hit me!" More than once!
, that is to say, she has died more than once.
Ning Yazhi was pinched so much that she couldn't speak at all. She could only stare at him fiercely, and finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "What do you want?!" Her words were a little unclear and black.
There was an angry look in his eyes, which looked very vivid.
For some reason, Mu Chengfeng hated such clear eyes, as if they were a mirror that could reflect any ugly thing.
He raised his eyebrows: "What do you think I want?"
She didn't know what to say at all, she just wanted him to stay away from her, but she was like delicious food to him, and he would definitely not let her go easily.
"Let me go!" She blushed and growled, not daring to be too loud. The door was not closed, and their current position was right opposite the door. She didn't want to become a joke in the club right after she got to work. No, never.