Chapter 60: Master Han Are You Happy Drinking

I thought you had some grand background, someone who could be on par with a man like Bo Yanching.

Turns out, you’re just a sellout.

These days, Han Qi had been utterly captivated by her, but now he felt somewhat listless.

“Come here, let me have a look at you.” His eyes slanted upwards, and his tone was also frivolous.

Nan Jiaojiao stood still without moving or speaking.

Han Qi gave a chuckle, with two parts mockery in his fox-like eyes, “What’s the matter, can’t Master summon you?”

Someone behind her gave a push, and Nan Jiaojiao staggered forward.

Han Qi reached out his hand, and she just happened to fall into his arms.

“So eager to throw yourself into my arms?”

Someone took out a phone to record, and after Nan Jiaojiao steadied herself, she threw the bottle opener she had in hand.

Without aiming accurately, she still managed to shatter the camera lens.

“Shit!”

The phone’s owner was hopping mad, “Young Master Han, who is this chick?

If she has nothing to do with you, I’ll take her away tonight and teach her a lesson on how to behave.”

Han Qi’s cold gaze swept over, a sharp murderous intent hidden in his dark pupils, making the man immediately shut up and hide behind the crowd.

Yet unable to swallow his pride, he egged others to take out their phones and record.

This little girl did have a wild side, but her temper would be thoroughly devoured in front of Minglun and their group.

“What are you standing there for?”

Han Qi arrogantly motioned at the two bottles of red wine with his chin, “Open the wine.”

Nan Jiaojiao found another bottle opener, twisted open the cork of the red wine, and was about to pour it into the tall glass when Han Qi deftly kicked the glass away.

“Little girl, feeding wine to Young Master isn’t done by pouring it into a glass.”

“Then how would you like to drink?” Nan Jiaojiao looked at him with cold eyes and asked, “Shall I pour it down your throat?”

Han Qi lifted his eyelids, his face full of a thicker and more wicked smile, and made a suggestive motion with his mouth, “Feed me with your mouth.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s complexion turned a shade darker instantly.

“What, don’t you know how?

Hasn’t the supervisor here taught you?” Han Qi said with an air of entitlement.

He pulled a woman close, took her hand, drank a sip from her glass, and then, with his fingers pinching her chin, mouth-to-mouth fed her.

The woman clung to his body, tilting her head back, with a trickle of red wine at the corner of her mouth.

The act of swallowing was quite revolting.

“Did you see how it’s done?” Han Qi wiped his mouth, intent on embarrassing Nan Jiaojiao, “Just like that, feed me until I’m pleased.

Forget these two bottles, I’ll buy however many you open tonight.”

“Young Master Han~!” His girlfriend called out in a coquettish tone, trying to vie for favor, but she was repelled by a glance from Han Qi.

Turning back to Nan Jiaojiao, his gaze became extremely soft, “If you still don’t know how, shall I personally teach you?”

Laughter rose again, loud enough to give one a headache.

Nan Jiaojiao coolly tugged at the corner of her lips, “I know how.”

Han Qi’s expression faltered, then a hint of disdain flickered through his eyes.

I thought you’d be difficult to conquer, but in front of money, aren’t you just the same?

He casually placed his feet on the coffee table, one hand propped behind him on the back of the chair, his chest open, gesturing her over with his fingers, “Come here.”

The next second, Nan Jiaojiao smashed the wine bottle.

To be precise, the ‘wine neck’ was gone; she still held the other half in her hand like a cup, but the rim was jagged and spiked.

She moved forward in two steps, grabbed Han Qi’s chin, intentionally picked the most uneven edge, and poured it into him.

After half a bottle was poured down, Han Qi’s mouth was slashed with several cuts, and blood dripped profusely.

Nan Jiaojiao then opened a second bottle and was about to continue pouring when Han Qi couldn’t bear it any longer and quickly fended her off.

“Stop…”

Nan Jiaojiao watched him leisurely, “Master Han, are you enjoying yourself?”