President, let's settle this account slowly

Meng Yiqing stared at the smile on Shi Ming's mouth, slightly taken aback, and shook her head violently after a few seconds.

"No, still no..."

"I don't agree to you, even if it's just pretending. Then I will go out in the future and how others will think of me. This business is not worthwhile at all."

Meng Yiqing shook her head vigorously, her eyes began to dodge, and she hurriedly slipped aside under Shi Ming's arm.

After walking a few steps, Meng Yiqing's collar was easily grabbed by Shi Ming.

The arc of Shi Ming's lips faded a little, and a glimmer of light flashed across his eyes.

"Now is not the time for you to say no." The man's tone was slightly drawn out.

Shi Ming took a step forward slowly, holding the child in his arms, holding Meng Yiqing's collar in one hand, dragging her forward.

"Where are you taking me, brother, let me go—"

Meng Yiqing groaned a little, pleaded a little, and carefully grabbed Shi Ming's arm.

But just touching his arm, Shi Ming cast his gaze over, Meng Yiqing immediately withdrew her hand, biting her lower lip hard.

Meng Yiqing was carried all the way by him, and Shi Ming didn't loosen Meng Yiqing's collar until he reached the room.

"Go to the bathroom and get a towel."

Shi Ming's tone rose slightly, and he gave orders casually. Meng Yiqing turned around and saw Shi Ming was undressing Xiaoqing. She stared and tightly clenched her palms.

"Did you hear?"

Hearing this, she was startled, and followed the voice, the man looked at her, his eyes narrowed slowly, and his tone was a bit impatient.

"Just grab a towel and don't tear down the bathroom this time."

The man's tone was slightly ironic, Meng Yiqing took a deep breath, okay, turned around mechanically and ran to the bathroom, took out the towel, and obediently gave it to Shi Ming.

"Where do I sleep?"

After the words fell, Shi Ming let out a low laugh.

"You woman took the initiative, asking where you slept so quickly?"

Meng Yiqing opened her mouth subconsciously, seeing the playful smile on the corner of the man's mouth, she immediately denied it.

"You won't let me go back to my place, and you won't tell me where I sleep. I'm tired, so of course I have to ask you where I sleep!"

"It seems to sound okay."

Shi Ming looked at Meng Yiqing with a half-smile, and after he finished speaking, he turned sideways and gently rubbed Xiaoqing's body.

The room fell into silence again, and the quiet atmosphere made Meng Yiqing a little uncomfortable. She began to feel uncomfortable, and she quietly took a few steps back.

"Where?"

A man's voice suddenly sounded, Meng Yiqing's raised foot stopped in mid-air, her eyes froze, and when she looked at Shi Ming, he had already turned around.

"No, it's just, it's just that the air in the room is not fresh, and it's suffocating."

Meng Yiqing looked away and made an excuse at random.

Shi Ming let out a sneer, put the towel on the table and walked towards Meng Yiqing, his big hands instantly clamped Meng Yiqing's wrist.

"Given what you just said to me, I think it's necessary to have a good chat with you."

"I do not want!"

Meng Yiqing instantly grabbed Shi Ming's wrist with the other hand, and stared.

When Shi Ming squinted at the woman sideways, Meng Yiqing let go of her hand, and under the man's extremely cold eyes, she compromised.

"You have to always remember that if you take my money, you should do things for me. If you are in my territory, you should be obedient."

"There is no such thing as a free lunch."

A gleam of light flashed across Shi Ming's cold eyes, and after he finished his slightly threatening words, he dragged Meng Yiqing and walked outside.

After reaching a study room, Shi Ming finally let go of Meng Yiqing's hand.

"I've already said that I don't want to pretend to be that person. You insist on me acting. Don't you know that twisted melons are not sweet?"

Meng Yiqing stretched out her hand and rubbed her wrist, she lowered her head to avoid Shi Ming's eyes, her tone was slightly displeased.

"It's not just 50—"

She pursed her lips. Do rich people still care about 50?Aren't those rich people all making millions and tens of millions when they make a move!
"Heh, why do I want sweet melons?"

Shi Ming let out a ridiculous laugh, and suddenly patted the table hard, Meng Yiqing who was shocked immediately raised his head and stared at Shi Ming.

"What do you think will happen to you after me? Even if this melon is bitter, twist it off!"

The man narrowed his eyes and his tone was slightly threatening.

"Get up early tomorrow morning, and you can go back to Xiaoqing's room to sleep with him."

"why!"

"I have a habit of staying in bed and don't like getting up early."

Meng Yiqing frowned, and rejected Shi Ming. When Shi Ming cast menacing eyes, she hurriedly looked away, pretending that she didn't see anything.

"You'd better be good and don't try to provoke me."

Shi Ming hooked the corners of his mouth, looked at Meng Yiqing with a half-smile, and slowly turned around and sat on the office chair.

"Don't forget that your dearest person is still lying in the hospital."

"Meng Yiqing."

He suddenly changed the subject, Meng Yiqing raised her eyes subconsciously to stare at Shi Ming, her heartbeat started to speed up, she always felt as if something was stuck in her throat, she was so uncomfortable that she couldn't speak.

Shi Ming's thin lips parted slightly, and raised a slight arc, "If you don't cooperate with me in this play, you don't even want to go to the hospital."