Chapter 2 Swipe his card to call a male model

Chapter 2 Swipe his card to call a male model

"..."

Lu Junheng held the phone in his hand, feeling very confused.

Ning Baicha's attitude was so strange, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.

That simple-minded woman had always written everything on her face, which was why she seemed particularly easy to control. But now he just felt confused...

But judging from her attitude, he must still like her, so I'll just try to coax her when we meet!

He blew his hair carefully, picked out Ning Baicha's favorite white shirt, and rushed to the dessert shop in the afternoon.

But Ning Baicha never arrived.

Lu Junheng called to urge her, but she didn't answer. She just sent him a message from time to time saying that she had something to do and tactfully asked him to go back first.

But the more she said this, the more Lu Junheng felt like there were ten thousand ants crawling in his heart, and he replied sympathetically: "It doesn't matter, I will wait for you no matter how long it takes."

Ning Baicha took a look at the message and sneered.

Sure enough, what you can’t get will always cause you trouble.

But she really didn't have time to pay attention to this scumbag.

The music in the bar was blasting. She was wearing a white camisole that was pure and sexy, and a thin, semi-transparent shirt draped over it. The hem of the shirt just covered her blue jeans, making her legs look longer and straighter.

In the past, the original owner always wore heavy makeup, but today Ning Baicha put on a makeup that looked like a rich girl, and her already delicate and gorgeous facial features were even more eye-catching.

As soon as she entered the door, many eyes were cast on her.

Ning Baicha took her bag and sat down gracefully. Soon a handsome waiter came forward and asked, "Are you alone, young lady? What would you like to drink?"

"Anything is fine."

She looked up at the waiter and said with a smile: "The point is, it's boring for me to drink alone."

That smile made the waiter's heart flutter. After a while, he came back to his senses, swallowed his saliva and bowed: "Don't worry, I will help you arrange it right away!"

This kind of heavenly dish is very rare even though this is the place at the top of the pyramid in the Shanghai Stock Exchange. It is not a loss even if you have to pay for it, after all, sitting there can stimulate consumption!

But...why does this look familiar?

Not long after, rows of drinks were placed in front of Ning Baicha, along with a group of handsome men.

The blonde puppy showed his two fangs and called her sister. The muscular man with eight-pack abs knelt on one knee and kissed the back of her hand. Ning Baicha was instantly surrounded by handsome men.

This is the ultimate enjoyment in life!

Ning Baicha felt very comfortable leaning in the arms of the handsome guys, drinking and chatting with each other, but suddenly she felt a cold gaze staring at her, making her feel uneasy.

She turned around subconsciously and saw Shen Shijing standing in the corridor on the second floor, holding a glass of wine and staring at her coldly.

...?

The veins on Shen Shijing's hand that was holding the wine glass were bulging, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

This fickle woman actually dared to swipe his card and call a male model. She is so bold!

It's ridiculous that he was still absent-minded because of what she said. Today was clearly the day Xuanxuan was returning home...

Downstairs, Ning Baicha was also confused.

Is God playing tricks on her?

In the plot, today seems to be the day when Ning Baixuan returns to China, and Shen Shijing welcomes her at the bar...

This can all happen in the same place!

Seeing Shen Shijing walking towards her, shrouded in coldness, she lowered her eyes, and her eye circles suddenly turned red.

The male models around realized that something was wrong, and their expressions froze as they looked at Shen Shijing approaching with a sullen look in his eyes.

Why is this living devil here! ?

"Mr. Shen..."

The leading male model smiled and spoke haltingly, with cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Shen Shijing glanced at them calmly and said in a cold voice: "Get lost."

The group of male models didn't dare to stay for long, and they scattered like a flock of birds, dragging their frightened legs.

The man leaned forward and grabbed her jaw with his cold hands: "Ning Baicha..."

But before he could utter the question, Ning Baicha looked up with red eyes and put her hands around his neck.

Her voice was hoarse and crying: "Please don't leave me, okay?"

The lingering fragrance rushed into Shen Shijing's nose, making his body suddenly tense!

He subconsciously wanted to pull Ning Baicha away, but was shocked stiff by her next words.

"I know I'm just a substitute, it's okay for me... You can give me nothing, but don't abandon me just because she comes back, okay?"

"I can be your lover or your substitute. As long as I can stay by your side, I can accept anything. Please don't leave me..."

Ning Baicha leaned on his neck, tears streaming down her face and seeping into his shirt bit by bit.

The delicate body in his arms was trembling violently, and the crying was not loud, but it made him feel inexplicably blocked in his heart.

What is this stupid woman talking about!

He grabbed her wrist with a cold face and threw her on the sofa, but when he saw her delicate face full of tear marks, he inexplicably felt a little bit of pity.

"So, you're here to stop me?"

Shen Shijing forced himself to calm down, and his voice became colder: "Why do you know about her?"

Ning Baicha lowered her head and said timidly, "I came to see you, but... I was afraid of disturbing you."

As if she had thought of something, she grabbed Shen Shijing's wrist in panic, her voice trembling: "I will be good, and I will not appear in front of her to affect your relationship, Mr. Shen... Don't be angry."

The soft little hand holding his wrist, coupled with the well-behaved and timid voice, Shen Shijing's heart unconsciously relaxed.

He didn't shake her off, but said calmly: "Then go back now. I don't want this to happen again."

Ning Baicha's eyes darkened and she nodded obediently. When she stood up to leave, she deliberately twisted her foot and fell into his arms.

Her delicate eyebrows were tightly knitted together in pain, and Shen Shijing subconsciously wanted to catch her.

Ning Baicha said sorry and walked out dejectedly, dragging his injured ankle.

She counted silently in her mind: three, two, one.

As the last number fell, her wrist was clamped and she stumbled into a strong chest.

Shen Shijing said nothing, bent down, picked her up horizontally, and walked out.

Neither of them noticed that there was a man upstairs staring at them in disbelief, his fists clenched white.