Chapter 12 He Carried Me Out
The mood was at its peak when the private room door suddenly opened.
I was shaking dice with the Male Model beside me when I suddenly heard Fu Qing call out, voice shaking, "Fu Siyan."
Fu Siyan?
What Fu Siyan? A Male Model?
The next second, a sharp voice appeared by my ear.
"Fu Qing, I see you've been getting better and better at handling things.
"I couldn't find you anywhere. So you brought your Sister-In-Law here to order a Male Model."
I froze and lifted my eyes without thinking.
I saw Fu Siyan standing at the door of the private room, his face black as night.
The man's gaze swept the whole room, then landed on me.
He didn't even have to raise his voice to press the air down.
A chill ran down my back.
How had Fu Siyan found us?
Even if he had sent people to look, the speed was too fast.
"Come home with me."
Fu Siyan's icy black eyes fell on me. He looked furious.
If this had been before, I might have been scared.
But he and Lin Ximo had already gotten their hands on that tie. Why should I feel guilty?
"I'm not done playing yet."
I lifted my hand and deliberately stroked the hand of the Male Model beside me, slow and ambiguous.
The sight made the vein on Fu Siyan's forehead jump.
My wrist was seized. The man scooped me up in one motion.
"Qiao Yihe, you've grown quite the nerve?"
"Fu Siyan, put me down. I'm not going back with you."
"That's not up to you."
"You bastard!"
The man caught my kicking legs, almost speaking through his teeth.
"In a while I'll let you know what a real bastard is."
Held in Fu Siyan's arms, I was so angry I could barely stand it.
I kept cursing the whole way.
We pulled every stare on the road.
But the man acted like he couldn't hear. He shoved me into the passenger seat without much gentleness.
The door slammed shut with a bang.
It left my head spinning.