A year later, the bar was bustling with songs and dances.
Qin Sang drank up the red liquid in his cup and put on a charming smile. He couldn't figure out what was going on.
"Sangsang, it's time to play the game." Her good friend Qu Xiaozhu shouted at the top of her voice.
"You're here." After the last sip of wine, she put down the glass and joined everyone.
Qin Sang was so unlucky that he lost the first round. His colleagues clamored, "Is it true or is it a big risk?"
"A big risk." Her voice was crisp and cool, without the slightest hesitation.
"We didn't have enough fun before. How about we go on this exciting game?" Someone said, getting everyone's full ticket to pass while the momentum was on the rise.
"Whatever." Qin Sang shrugged his shoulders, showing that he didn't care. His eyes were clear and bright.
"Do you see that man?" Qin Sang looked in the direction pointed out by Li. He was over 1.8 meters tall, with a simple white shirt and black trousers. He had a straight and straight figure, a well-defined handsome face, deep eyes, and a casual open collar. He was sexy and attractive, but his whole body exuded a cold smell.
Under the light, her deep and three-dimensional facial features were covered with more and more mysterious halos. Even her white shirt could be meticulously worn, which set off her cool and beautiful temperament. Such a man had the capital to make all the women intoxicated and scream.
"What a handsome man!" A colleague praised.
"How do you want to play? Accost her? Hot kiss?" Qin Sang withdrew his eyes and said calmly.
"No." Li shook his head and continued to say, "Unbutton his white shirt, kiss his abdominal muscles, and kiss his earlobe. How about it? It's exciting enough!"
Looking at the man's appearance, he was famous. He was handsome and elegant, but also had a cold temperament. He was born with a royal temperament and looked noble. Such a man, of course, was not easy to deal with. After saying that, everyone gasped, but looked at Qin Sang with great expectation.
Qin Sang put down his cup and did not speak. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile. Seeing that she did not express her attitude for a long time, Lil Li wentaded her, "What's wrong? Are you afraid?"
"Afraid? What can I do? If I don't dare, what can I do?" She opened her mouth, but her firm tone made it hard for others to ignore her words.
"Since it's a big game, there should naturally be some extra rewards." Qin Sang's words indicated that she had agreed. Thus, everyone naturally held the attitude of watching a good show.
"The position of the design manager has been vacant for a long time." Anyone with discerning eyes could understand what it meant. Li Guowen's father was a senior director of the company, so it was easy for him to promote a manager. Moreover, Qin Sang's ability was obvious, but he just lacked an opportunity.
Qin Sang took a sip of wine and got up to approach Song Yanxi, but was suddenly stopped by someone. Song Yanxi frowned fiercely, but after seeing her face clearly, he stared at her like an eagle, his deep eyes growing deeper and deeper.
It was really like promise Lan, his ex-girlfriend. This was Song Yanxi's first impression of her.
She had a small and delicate face, similar eyes, and even the expression that was lifted up from the corner of her mouth was exactly the same. But this woman's eyes were talking. Her eyes were as bright as stars, clearly fascinating and penetrating. It seemed that there were hundreds of thousands of postures, which were different from the promise-making earth vein which was full of love forever.
Qin Sang was dressed in a bright red dress. His face was ruddy and his whole body exuded a sexy and charming charm. Song Yanxi was just about to open his mouth, but Qin Sang had already stuck close to his body. His seductive fingers slipped through his neck, gently and playfully all the way down to his chest and waist.
"Woman, you're playing with fire." Song Yanxi fiercely grabbed her wrist with one hand and looked down at her from above. His deep eyes were as unfathomable as a whirlpool of mysteries, but the cold and noble aura emanating from his body was unstoppable.
Qin Sang didn't intend to stop at all. He leaned forward and got closer to him. He put his lips close to his ear and breathed sweetly, "Sir, how about we play a game?"
"Oh, bet on what?" Song Yanxi deliberately raised his tone. His pitch-black eyes looked at her, filled with interest and curiosity.
That was true. On the first day after returning to China, he had tasted the possessiveness and taste on this woman, especially the orange lipstick on her small lips, which made him want to eat dry and wipe them away.
Hearing his answer, Qin Sang quickly distanced himself from him. "The game is very simple. It's a game of drawing cards. If the card in my hand is bigger than yours, you, let me unbutton your clothes."
"Not bad at all. I didn't send her to bed directly." Song Yanxi's eyes darkened as he spoke in a steady tone.
"What do you think? Sir, do you want to bet or not?"
"I'm happy to accompany you." Song Yanxi raised his eyebrows and his deep gaze swept past Qin Sang. Then, he changed the topic, "What if you lose? What is your chip?" This voice was clear and gentle. For some reason, Qin Sang could hear the feeling of an eagle grabbing a chicken, as if it was going to rip her into pieces.
"How about kissing you?" Before Qin Sang could give an answer, he already offered a condition. He had a determined smile at the corner of his mouth. His stare made her feel as if she was being treated as a prey. It was as if the prey that a male eagle had its wings spread in the sky had its eyes on was bound to fall into his hands.