Sweet Beloved Reborn

Qinghuan lowered her eyes and put her phone into her pocket. When she raised her head again, she had already pushed open the door of the bathroom. Her high heels were on the ground, making it sound like she was stepping on someone’s heartbeat.

Usually, there were staff in this lounge to touch fish, so there were things like sofas. Fu Jing was still on the sofa, but she was startled by the sudden sound of footsteps. Luckily, to make it easier for her to wear a dress, she quickly pulled the dress that had been pressed to the navel.

“Who?” “!”

Fu Jing sat up on the sofa like a bird with a bow. She held half of her face with her hand and looked behind her.

Just as Qinghuan expected, Fu Jing’s clothes hadn’t been tidied yet and her hair was messy. At this time, her eyes became panicked when she saw her back.

“Qing… Qinghuan’s younger generation.”

Fu Jing opened her mouth and the blush on her face disappeared. She was pale and her hands were clenched into fists. Why was Qinghuan here?

Did she hear everything?

Qinghuan smirked and smiled gently as always, “Hello, Miss Fu.”

This Young Lady was a very ordinary name, but it was obvious that after Qinghuan broke the fact that she and others did such things, Fu Jing sounded extremely sarcastic.

Fu Jing’s appearance was a typical daughter of a humble family, a charming type, but who would have thought that this cute little sister would dare to fight with a man?

“You…” Fu Jing didn’t address her as a gentleman anymore. Her arms trembled as she straightened her clothes from the sofa and stood up.

“Why are you here?”

When Fu Jing thought about what she had told her before the man left, she curled her lips slightly. She didn’t know how much Qinghuan had secretly heard, but at this moment, the smile of looking at Khai didn’t make her afraid.

Now that Fu Jing had done something in front of her, her posture was even shorter. She couldn’t even lift her head in front of Khai.

Qinghuan was not even afraid of the crazy girls like Song Mingxiu and Song Shuyao, let alone Bai Luochu. She walked to the door and just as Bo 4 thought she was going to leave, she leaned against the door and tied the lock.

“I deliberately chose a quiet place to call my boyfriend,” Qinghuan looked at Fu Jing and tilted her head with her hands.

Fu Jing noticed Qinghuan’s actions, especially when she was watched by Kafa. Her scalp was numb. She swallowed her saliva and her eyes were dazed, “Then… If there’s nothing else, I’ll leave first. I won’t disturb the young man.”

After Fu Jing finished, her footsteps were a little messy. She wanted to open the door and run out. Her intuition told her that staying here was dangerous.

However, how could Qinghuan let her swallow her? When Fu Jing reached out to lock her, her beautiful pair of charming henchmen squinted and her face was stern. She grabbed Khai’s hair, and Luo 4 was forced to swallow her head.

Fu Jing cried, “What are you doing?” This is the TV station!

“Shh,” Qinghuan leaned against her lips and whispered to Fu Jing, “Xiao Yu, you don’t want to be looked down on by others, right?”

Fu Jing’s company set her up as a pure girl. If she was exposed, the fans would scold her a few times, let alone her future.

Even though Qinghuan knew Fu Jing was innocent, when she heard that Qinghuan promised her that she would do something to her tonight, she smiled.

She and Fu Jing were enmity, but Fu Jing came to sell her for her own Hanhan. How could there be such a good thing in the world?

Qinghuan’s gust was heavy. She held Fu Jing’s hair tightly and tugged at her hair. She dragged Khai from the door to the middle and threw him onto the sofa.

Fu Jing was thrown to the sofa by Qinghuan. Although her body didn’t hurt, she felt that her scalp was about to fall. The corridor on her hand was too big and she couldn’t resist after being caught.

“I don’t know where I offended the young man,” Fu Jing sat on the sofa, her voice laced with red rims, as if she was about to cry the next moment.

In the face of Fu Jing’s pitiful expression, Qinghuan was moved. She crossed her arms and her beautiful eyes stared blankly at Khai.

“Little sister, do you think I’m a dude?”

Qinghuan said coldly.

Since he had fallen into her hands, how could he easily beat him? When she thought about how if she hadn’t heard this, at tonight’s party, according to the arrangement of the man and Fu Jing, if she was afraid of each other’s hands…

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” Fu Jing refused to admit it. She looked at the door and could only pray that her manager would come over.

When she thought about how she had not done anything now, Fu Jing suddenly became angry. She was now the backstage of the Hanhan Group, so Qinghuan shouldn’t dare to be overly arrogant. If she screamed, naturally someone would rush over from the young master.

As for why he bullied his back, wasn’t that just jealous that he was better than her?

The more Fu Jing thought about it, the more she felt that this method was feasible.

“Is that so?” Qinghuan yelled, as if she was looking at a joke, breaking Fu Jing’s thoughts. “Astonished, the new female artiste did this kind of thing with a man in the lounge. How about this title?”

After Qinghuan finished, she shook her head without waiting for Fu Jing’s answer. “No, this title isn’t enough.”

“Fu Jing is actually fu*king with Qinghuan in front of the man,” said Han Zhifan as she approached her and raised her fist. “What do you think about this?”

Fu Jing thought Qinghuan was going to slap her, so she instinctively held her cheek.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

After waiting for a long time, she didn’t see Qinghuan’s intention to make a move. She opened her eyes in trembling with fear, but the person in front of her just took out her phone from her pocket and pressed a few buttons.

Not only that, she could also see the shadows of a man and a woman. The man’s back was facing the camera. Fu Jing saw her half-naked lying on the sofa. Although she only had a face, the picture was clear.

Her conversation with the man was clearly recorded.

“But Qinghuan and I are close. What if she doesn’t drink what I gave?”

“What are you afraid of?” I’ve arranged everything else.

“Don’t worry, baby. After everything is done, you will be the champion of the winning streak of the song.”

The more Fu Jing listened, the more green she became. In the end, it was like a dead ash.

“Tsk,” Qinghuan turned off the video and smiled, “Miss Fu looks handsome, and the kung fu in bed really has to be impressed.”

“At such a young age, if you don’t have the be down-to-earth, you want to reaching heaven in a single bound. Do you really think that the audience are all dudes? Yan Zi, the world is drunk. Are you awake?”