Two-faced President, So Hard to Placate (22)

Su Qiao shot him a sidelong glance. Without the slightest coyness, she directly tossed the three hundred silver dollars he had brought into the drawer.

Zhang Jingchen was delighted. He took her hand and coaxed her gently, "Be a good girl and listen. I'll spoil you properly."

"Stop talking. My stomach hurts." Su Qiao covered her abdomen with one hand.

The man froze, then hurriedly supported her, suddenly anxious. "Where does it hurt? Is it very painful?"

Su Qiao straightened with an indifferent expression. "Mm, it feels awful. I feel like throwing up."

"..." You look as calm as the breeze and clouds. Do you really look like you're suffering?

Zhang Jingchen gritted his teeth and snapped angrily, "You dare play me?"

Su Qiao folded her arms and lazily leaned against the edge of the desk, giving him a sidelong look. "Yes, I played you. So what? Do you want to hit me?"

Who told you to act like an overlord benevolently giving scraps to a kitten or puppy?

Why couldn't I play you for once, too?

"I..." Zhang Jingchen was both angry and unwilling to lay a hand on her.

"What are you doing?"

Just as Su Qiao saw him raise his hand, as if he really intended to hit her, everything suddenly went black before her eyes, and the corner of her mouth hurt.

"I'm not hitting you. I'm biting you." The man looked smug and especially deserving of a beating.

Su Qiao touched the corner of her mouth, which had been bitten sore, and flushed with anger. "You..."

The man raised his brows, his narrow eyes filled with amusement. "What? You bit me, so I'm not allowed to bite you back?"

Su Qiao: "..."

What did he mean, bite?

She had clearly kissed him.

She had only