Ji Xing was not quite sure, wondering if she had misunderstood.
She suddenly realized how powerful Han Ting was, playing with ambiguity in such a way that he was so measured and flirting silently. It was ambiguous, it seemed to be there and not there, it did not destroy his own identity at all, nor did it make the other party feel uncomfortable at all.
After he finished flirting, he did not stay and was no longer worried; but he threw a stone in her heart, and ripples appeared.
She felt that his smile was definitely meaningful, but she did not believe that she could catch his eye.
In the private room, the soft song was swaying slowly in the air. Ji Xing saw the beautiful woman leaning on Xiao Yixiao's arms, her hand gently stroking his chest.
A room full of people, a room full of loneliness.
She was also in this empty loneliness.
She glanced at her phone and suddenly realized that it had passed midnight without her realizing it.
Her birthday passed quietly like this.
And the phone was silent. The person who sank to the bottom of the sea, his dialog box never floated up. What is he doing now, with others...
She stopped immediately, suddenly picked up a glass of red wine, closed her eyes and drank most of it.
Han Ting looked at her.
Ji Xing wiped her mouth with a tissue and said, "I want to leave."
"Okay." Han Ting stood up and said goodbye to the people in the room.
Ji Xing stood beside him, watching him shake hands with people. She noticed that his fingers were slender and powerful, and the tendons on his wrists tightened when he shook hands. She seemed to be suddenly grabbed by his hand.
She followed him out to the corridor, glanced at his tall back, and looked at him. She unexpectedly felt safe and powerful, and fulfilled but not lonely.
Her heartbeat was slightly chaotic, and she took a breath. Night is a time that makes people confused.
Is there a scientific study that says don't make any important decisions at night?
After entering the elevator, Han Ting pressed the door closing button, and the number slowly dropped.
He casually asked, "Where do you live? Let the driver take you there."
She didn't answer.
Han Ting looked back at her. She lowered her head slightly and her face was very red.
Han Ting asked, "What's wrong?"
Her heartbeat was getting faster and faster. She didn't know what she was thinking. She suddenly looked up and said, "You haven't told me the stakes you want for the bet just now."
Han Ting didn't speak for a while.
That was when he crossed the line in a moment of hesitation. It was not appropriate and out of proportion. It was really the atmosphere of this place at night that weakened people's psychological defences.
Her face was as red as a small tomato, which made her eyes sparkle. She looked at him anxiously.
When their eyes met, they knew each other well.
Before he spoke, she asked again, "If I win, will you really give me 3.4% of the shares?"
"Yes." He told the truth.
"Then I am willing to accept the loss." She said.
She felt that she was crazy, and she didn't know if she would regret it. Her mind was buzzing and numb. The only thing that was certain was that she couldn't go back alone tonight. Absolutely not.
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