The Young Master Relies on His Beauty to Dominate the Entire System - Chap 11

He calls “sister-in-law” without much respect.

　　The people sitting in a circle also looked up.

　　A few people’s eyes were too intense, staring at him nakedly, as if they wanted to take off his clothes and take a look.

　　Jiang Luoluo grasped Fu Tingchuan’s sleeves tightly.

　　He was a good boy before he entered the system, and no one had ever brought him to a place like this.

　　A strong arm pulled him into his arms, and the familiar cold fragrance from Fu Tingchuan’s body made him feel particularly at ease.

　　Fu Tingchuan crossed his legs and took off the hand on Jiang Luoluo’s shoulder, but did not leave. Instead, he placed it on the back of the sofa behind him.

　　With a cigar between his fingertips, Fu Tingchuan lazily raised his head and glanced at the few people who still refused to give up with a half-smile.

　　The other party turned away his burning eyes angrily and began to discuss the layout of the bar in a serious manner.

　　They are different from Fu Tingchuan.

　　Most of them can appear in this circle because of the shelter of their families; but not Fu Tingchuan.

　　No one knew what kind of family Fu Tingchuan was originally from, but they all vaguely heard that in the process of making his fortune, he was not glorious in the early stage and used vicious methods. He was a very ruthless person.

　　Later, after entering the circle, I used some tricks to erase the previous traces, and I looked personable again, like a noble man from the upper class.

　　Someone once looked down on him and deliberately provoked him. He brought up these past events that were not true or false and mocked him. Within a few days, that person disappeared completely from the circle. When there was news again, I heard that he was from Laos. The person who was brought back was already crazy, his legs were broken inch by inch, his arms were gone, and only two scars as big as bowls were left on his shoulders…

　　From then on, when they met Fu Tingchuan again, they were more respectful and distant, less intimate and polite.

　　No one wants to risk themselves and provoke such a plague.

　　Jiang Luoluo held a raisin from the fruit plate nearby, carefully peeled off the skin, and handed it to Fu Tingchuan’s mouth.

　　The plain white fingers are like fine mutton-fat white jade, which is particularly pleasing to the eye against the green tips on the fingertips.

　　Fu Tingchuan glanced at him and opened his mouth to swallow.

　　The hot and wet tongue deliberately rubbed across Jiang Luoluo’s fingertips. Jiang Luoluo’s fingertips trembled, and he lowered his head and took his hand back, then put it together and squeezed it into the other fingers.

　　Fu Tingchuan thought he was funny and wanted to tease him more and more: “Why don’t you continue peeling?”

　　Jiang Luoluo’s side face turned crimson under the light. He raised his head and quickly glanced at Fu Tingchuan’s smiling lips, and whispered: “You don’t want to eat…”

　　”Why don’t I want to eat?”

　　Fu Tingchuan lowered his head slightly, and a magnetic voice sounded in Jiang Luoluo’s ears: “Whether you peel the grapes or peel yourself clean, I want to eat them all.”

　　During the pause in the rhythm of the music, Fu Tingchuan’s words hit Jiang Luoluo’s slender face with heat, and also clearly penetrated the ears of other people in the same booth.

　　Someone in the crowd burst out laughing.

　　Jiang Luoluo’s face was so red that it could bleed, and his long eyelashes kept flickering. He covered his face and quickly threw himself into Fu Tingchuan’s arms.

　　Ridiculing voices kept coming:

　　”Okay, Mr. Fu!”

　　”I didn’t expect Mr. Fu to be an expert in love!”

　　”I can’t tell, I really can’t tell!”

　　Some of these people have always been afraid of Fu Tingchuan, and they just kept shying away from each other. Now when they heard Fu Tingchuan’s flirting words, not only did they not feel embarrassed, but they felt that Fu Tingchuan was the same as them, and they were drawn in instantly. The distance from Fu Tingchuan.

　　There was laughter all around. Fu Tingchuan Qinggui had a slight smile on his face. He took Jiang Luoluo into his arms with one hand, kissed the broken hair beside his ear, and said in a low voice:

　　”good.”