My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Tang Fan was sitting on Jian Han’s right, while Ning Qing sat on her left side. Ning Qing was talking to her. She answered a couple of times. She had no idea what Ning Qing had said to her.

Her attention was focused on the opposite side of her. Although she did not look up, Zhou Dayuan and Li Beibei were sitting there.

The two of them were talking. Li Beibei was indeed a noble lad. She wasn’t too invasive while smiling and talking with Zhou Dayuan, but her poised and lively manner made people feel good.

Zhou Dayuan was answering her, his clear eyes focused and gentle. His eyes would occasionally linger on Li Beibei’s face.The two were sitting close. Li Beibei’s face was a little flushed. She was fascinated by the man.

Neither of them were affected by the noisy environment at all. From a distance, they looked like a perfect couple.

Jian Han picked up her glass and took a sip of the cocktail.

The alcohol percentage of the cocktail was a little high. It tasted very strong. Jian Han took a sip and almost choked. To be honest, she couldn’t drink well.

“Sister Jian, slow down. It’s easy to get drunk on this kind of alcohol,” Ning Qing reminded her with a smile as she looked at the disappointed expression on her face.

She picked up her glass and downed the cocktail.

Her throat felt spicy. The high concentration of alcohol quickly flooded up and made her small, fair face red.

Zhou Dayuan was emotionless. He lifted his lips and held out his right hand, treating it like a game. His slender hands, which were more beautiful than a woman’s, held the bottle, and he spun it slowly.

Everyone held their breath in anticipation. The single women’s eyes were sparkling brightly. In their eyes, Doctor Zhou was the immortal who doesn’t have mortal desires.

They wondered how it would feel like to kiss him.

The bottle stopped spinning; it was time. Jian Han opened her eyes and looked at the bottle pointing at her.

Jian Han was completely shocked.

Everyone laughed and said, “Haha, Dr. Jian, you can go to buy lottery tickets today. It’s spun to you twice. President Tang, you don’t mind, do you?”

Tang Fan shrugged his shoulders.

Jian Han was shocked. Her eyes met Zhou Dayuan’s who was opposite her. The man looked at her with satisfaction in his eyes.

She didn’t know if she had imagined it. There were hints of devilishness and masculine malice in his eyes.

That meant — Ex-girlfriend, do you dare to accept the challenge?

Jian Han’s heart was beating like a drum. Turns out that he would also be like that sometimes.

Ning Qing pushed Jian Han and took the lead in coaxing, “Sister Jian, what are you still in a daze for? Everyone is waiting for you. It’s just a game. Sister Jian, you’re not afraid to play, are you?”

“That’s right Dr. Jian. If you don’t move, we’ll pull you.”

Jian Han didn’t move. She wouldn’t move at all.

This… How awkward would it be.

So Ning Qing and several female colleagues came forward. They pulled her up from her chair and pushed her forward to Zhou Dayuan’s side.

When she went forward, the man’s long legs touched the ground and the high chair he sat on swiveled around. Today, he wore a light pink shirt and sapphire blue casual trousers. This set was the most classic British style. But the men in China didn’t suit that style, because the Chinese people were different from the British people, whose gentlemanly style emanated from their bones.

And this man was a perfect gentleman.

He turned around and looked at her with a smile on his lips.

Jian Han didn’t even have time to respond when she was pushed forward by someone.

Like a piece of wood, Jian Han did not know to avoid it and threw herself directly into the man’s arms.

He clasped a big palm on her waist but did not really touch her. He had just touched her lightly to support her and bring her into his arms. He looked down and asked, “Are you all right?”

Their faces were very close, and his breath touched her skin during the conversation. Jian Han’s heart tipped and a warm current rushed through her limbs.

When she was standing straight, he let her go.

Everyone at the bar stood up and watched. She couldn’t back out now. Her little face was burning fiercely. She looked at him and asked in a discursive tone, “Can I just kiss your face?”

Zhou Dayuan heard that and raised his eyebrows. His left arm was on the bar. Two long, fair fingers rubbed his temples. He looked calm and relaxed and looked at her embarrassed appearance with some introspection.

Jian Han had an illusion that he had done it intentionally.

Everyone disagreed. Ning Qing said with a laugh, “Sister Jian, how can this be? The note says kiss, so kissing it shall be. Everyone’s here to play. It’s just a kiss. What’s there to be scared of?”

Jian Han gave Ning Qing a look, but she couldn’t convince the crowd.

Too much refusal would make her look pretentious. She was afraid that everyone would see through her.

Jian Han looked down and made up her mind. It was just a kiss. It wouldn’t kill her.

She slowly moved forward, bent down, and kissed his lips.

Zhou Dayuan watched her coming. Her stiff body looked as if she were a hero sacrificing herself. He laughed, and the devilish glint in his eyes deepened.

Her lips touched the man’s supple lips. He drank some wine and there was still the fragrance of wine. She touched his lips and pulled away.

But her small face was suddenly cupped by the man’s two big palms, and her lips parted in shock and allowing him to suck on her lips.

Jian Han froze and stared into the eyes of a man who was inches away from her.

Zhou Dayuan did not close his eyes. He looked at her quietly, a little indifferent.

His gaze was like a basin of cold water, dousing her from her head down. He didn’t really make a move. He just looked at her shy and embarrassed appearance… So bad.

Jian Han reached out and pushed him away.

She wasn’t sure if he was intentional before, but she was sure now.

“Wow…” Because when Zhou Dayuan kissed Jian Han, he had covered them with his hand, so the crowd could not see it clearly. They had just seen something exciting, and this was encouraging them.

Everyone went back to their seats.

Jian Han wasn’t in the mood to play the next round. Her red face had turned pale. “Ning Qing, I’m going to the bathroom,” she whispered to Ning Qing beside her.

“Sister Jian, I’ll go with you.”

“No need.” Jian Han turned around and left.