Dressed as the villain's cannon fodder daughter

the following afternoon.

In the restaurant above the shallow sea.

The position by the window, the salty sea breeze blows.

The young girl is glamorous and flamboyant, her waist-length black hair flutters slightly, she is wearing a white suspender dress, revealing her delicate and charming collarbone, and her skin is white and pink.

Her gaze was fixed on the screen of the laptop in front of her all the time, and her slender fingers tapped the keyboard from time to time.

"Lu, Qian, Xun?"

Suddenly there was a deep and gentle voice in my ear.

Hearing this, Lu Qianxun raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, and with his beautiful eyes, he recognized the tall and straight man in front of him.

South Star.

Nan Xing's blue eyes swayed, and her thin lips parted slightly: "Long time no see."

After two years, Lu Qianxun's face became more and more beautiful, making people unable to take their eyes off it.

"Long time no see, Mr. Nan Xing." Lu Qianxun responded politely, with a modest demeanor.

"What a coincidence." Nan Xing's eyes drooped, and there was a little hurt in his eyes.

He saw the business news a few days ago.

The girl in front of me is married.

The man he met once on the cruise ship.

He envied and envied that man, who could get her.

He came here to relax, but he didn't expect to run into her here.

Lu Qianxun nodded slightly and gave a soft "hmm".

Nan Xing sorted out the complicated emotions, met her clean and clear eyes, and looked for topics, "Miss Lu, are you here for a trip?"

the other side.

A beautiful woman with blue eyes and black hair came out of the toilet and saw a handsome man of Chinese descent standing at the front desk, she lost her mind for a moment.

The young man was wearing a blue floral shirt, a white vest inside, and black knee-length shorts on his lower body, looking cool and comfortable.

He was tall and muscular, but his casual clothes couldn't hide the undulating muscle lines under the clothes, and his gestures exuded wild and unruly.

Her eyes seemed to be fixed on the man.

It's her type.

She walked behind him and listened to him order a glass of juice and a glass of rémy martin to the front desk staff in extremely fluent English, pronouncing like a native European.

She hesitated for a while, and made a decision in her heart.

He took a step forward and tugged at the corner of his clothes, his voice was sweet and soft, "Hello, sir, may I ask..." (English)

The man turned his head and glanced at her indifferently. His pitch-black eyes were cold and cold, like a knife blade fell on the woman, cutting her up completely.

"???"

Is she a scourge?

The woman looked up at him in puzzlement, and suddenly trembled all over.

He lowered his eyes halfway, and said coldly: "Let go."

The woman's heart trembled, and most of the blood on her face faded.

"Sir, the two cups you asked for are ready." (English)

The subtle and embarrassing atmosphere was broken with the words of the younger brother at the front desk.

Fu Siming left with the two glasses he ordered, without even looking at the woman.

The woman froze in place.

Fu Siming, who returned to his side of the table, looked at the man sitting on his seat, with almost murderous emotions in his eyes, which was a state of extremely possessive desire.

He walked back quickly, with a cold tone: "I don't know what this gentleman and my wife are talking about?"

Nan Xing was startled, looked up, and met the man's cold eyes.

Lu Qianxun looked sideways and said softly, "You've been away for a long time."

Fu Siming sat down, put the juice in her hand, and explained: "They are a little slow."

Nan Xing's eyelids trembled slightly.

Lu Qianxun picked up the juice and took a sip.

"Wife, who is he?" Fu Siming covered his whole body coldly, lightly grasping her slender hand on the table with his big palm, his tone low.

Lu Qianxun was speechless, his slender eyelashes blinked lightly, casting a faint shadow on his fair cheeks, and he explained in a calm tone.

"Mr. Nan Xing, the younger brother of the previous partner of the Lu Group."

"Second brother!"

A soft female voice sounded from behind them, and then walked towards their table.

"Why did you come here..." Suddenly the woman's words stuck in her throat.

In an instant, the four of them sat at a table and each gave a brief introduction.

It is learned that the woman is Nan Xing's younger sister, named: nancy, Nancy.

Fu Siming took a sip of his wine, put one hand on Lu Qianxun's slender waist, bowed his head, his breath entangled gently like a silk thread brushing her ears, "Honey, we should go back to the hotel."

Lu Qianxun's whole body was trembling, and she felt a strange feeling in her heart, numb and itchy, which penetrated into the depths of her soul like an electric current.

Maybe the environment is too quiet and the air seems to be stale.

As soon as the words fell, the expressions of the two people on the opposite side were different.

Nancy changed the subject and said, "Miss Lu, my friend's bar opens tonight. I wonder if you and your husband would like to take care of it."

Nan Xing echoed, "This bar is nearby."

Fu Siming's black eyes were extremely cold, and his brows were full of hostility, and he directly refused, "No need, my wife is not suitable for going to that kind of place."

The gaze of scrutiny is unscrupulous.

Lu Qianxun hesitated for a moment, but she was not very interested in it, so she nodded slightly.

Nan Xing looked at the two close friends who had left, and couldn't help but clenched his fingers tightly, and squeezed out a low laugh from his throat, like mocking, mocking what he did just now.

Nancy lowered her eyes and bit her red lips, "Brother, let's go."

...

The night was dark, quiet and cool.

After taking a shower, Lu Qianxun sat on the sofa in a thin nightgown, with a laptop on his lap.

She looked at several project plans on the screen.

What a mess.

Lu Qianxun frowned in displeasure, picked up the mobile phone beside him and made a call, and said coldly to the person opposite: "None of the items have passed the test, call back and let them do it again!"

The other person replied respectfully: "Yes, Mr. Lu."

Lu Qianxun hung up the phone and put the computer on the coffee table. Feeling dry, he got up and went out of the room to get some water.

She looked around, but couldn't find a place to put the water. It was Fu Siming who poured water for her before, and she really didn't know where it was.

Suddenly seeing a poured glass of water on the coffee table in front of the sofa, she murmured, "This guy."

She picked it up and took a big sip, a pungent sensation hit her throat, and the alcohol burned her throat so painfully.

She coughed violently, but couldn't get it out.

What is wine?

Fu Siming hugged the girl's arm from behind, and asked worriedly, "Qianxun, what's wrong with you?"

Only then did he notice that she was holding the wine he had just drunk in her hand.

"Did you drink?"

Lu Qianxun looked sideways at his sharp jawline, "Why wine?"

"I just drank here, and this is what I just didn't finish."

The strong alcohol in her throat gradually took effect, and the girl's skin became hot from the alcohol.

Lu Qianxun shook his head, his eyes were slightly distracted, and his pink lips opened and closed: "I want to drink water, Fu Siming."

"Okay, I'll pour it for you." Fu Siming let go of her, put the wine glass in her hand back on the coffee table, and turned to pour water.

Lu Qianxun's ankle shook slightly, and then staggered to keep up with him.

After Fu Siming poured the water, he turned around and saw the girl with hot face and blurred eyes, so he guessed that she was drunk.