Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 842: The Story of Ling and Heng (105)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

When she saw an empty seat, she walked over.

"Are you new here? Don't you know the rules?" Seeing a girl in a white skirt entering the door and going straight to the less crowded side, Paul immediately looked suspiciously at her.

Feng Ling turned to look at him and lowered her face with a seemingly nervous look, no longer moving.

"Come and sit here." Paul patted a very small space beside him.

Feng Ling walked past without hesitation. When she came to him and was about to sit beside him, her wrist was suddenly taken by a hand. The skinny yellow-haired man who looked sophisticated yet decisive dragged her to his lap. Feng Ling sat on his lap and her face showed no emotion. When the man was about to lift her chin to take a closer look, she quickly picked up the wine glass on the coffee table and put it to his mouth after pouring a glass of wine, saying seductively, "Sir, please drink~"

Paul was charmed by the soft body in his arms and the sweet voice. He was still a bit skeptical just now, but the natural fragrance of the girl's body and her attractive figure made Paul almost lose the ability to think. He drank the wine in her hand and then rubbed her white and tender hands.

Feng Ling kept a smile on her face.

However, when Paul touched the calluses in her palm that were produced because she had been holding the gun in training all the year round, he immediately glanced at her, holding her hand and saying with a smile, "How can something like this grow on your hand, cutie?"

Feng Ling didn't panic at all. "Sir, because I was born in a poor family, I had to help my parents with housework and business since I was a child. I touched too many things, so my hands have calluses. If I weren't born in a poor family, how could it be possible for me to be a hostess? Sir, wouldn't you dislike me because of these things on my hand? If my family were rich, I wouldn't have come out to drink every night…"

"Really?" Paul looked at her smiling eyes and, through her white skirt, stroked her soft and slender waist. Then his hand moved upwards along and when his hand almost touched her chest, Feng Ling was still smiling. Before he touched her chest, she turned around and poured a glass of wine again, tactfully dodging his dirty hands and then fed the wine into his mouth.

After feeding a few glasses to him in this way, Paul was not drunk at all. Instead, he asked Feng Ling to drink and even called a waiter to deliver a few bottles of stronger liquors. Whenever he opened a bottle of liquor, he would pour a glass and let Feng Ling taste it.

Feng Ling seldom drank and didn't have a great capacity for liquor, and one or two glasses of this kind of liquor could make her drunk.

After she forced herself through a few glasses, her face was already all red, but since she was a hostess, she would definitely be suspected if her capacity for liquor was too poor. She made an excuse to leave Paul's lap and sit next to him. As they were talking, she tried hard to get rid of that drunk feeling and keep in mind all the content of their conversation.

After more than forty minutes, Feng Ling was almost unable to maintain herself sober. When David and Paul talked about an important topic, Paul suddenly remembered her, poured a glass of wine and handed it to her. "Come on, have another glass!"

Feng Ling looked at the glass of wine with her "sober" eyes open, hesitated when she put it to her mouth and put down the glass after only a sip.

"I need to use the bathroom," she said.

Paul didn't stop her but just looked at her. "Okay, I want to go to the bathroom, too. We're going the same way. May I go with you?"

Feng Ling nodded shyly, got up, and walked out.

When she walked side by side with Paul in the dimly lit hallway of the bar, her pace seemed to be stable, but her body was still somewhat swaying, and when she finally went to the bathroom, before Paul turned back to speak to her, she hurriedly ran into the lady's room, entered a toilet cubicle, and quickly took out the anti-alcoholic medicine that the little bartender had prepared for her from the small leather bag she took with her. Without water, she stuffed it in her mouth and swallowed it.

Then after standing inside for two minutes, Feng Ling closed the small leather bag in her hand and turned to open the door. Her hand on the door handle paused.

Even if she couldn't hear anything, she could feel the atmosphere in the lady's room was not right. The anti-alcoholic medicine didn't work that fast, but at this time she felt calmer. It was said that Paul was a very smart person but not very good at martial arts. After calming down for a few seconds, she suddenly opened the door.

Sure enough, at the moment she opened the door, she saw a black muzzle pointing to her head.

She pretended to be in a panic and looked at Paul who was holding the gun in confusion. No matter how hard she tried to explain, however, Paul didn't intend to let her go. When he pulled the trigger, Feng Ling, hanging her head with a look of fear, suddenly kicked hard at his knees at an unexpected speed, and then she kicked at his face with her high heels when he felt to the ground. Kicking him into a cubicle, she grabbed his arm and twisted it hard backward and knocked hard on his head with her elbow. Paul was stunned and forgot to struggle, given her the opportunity to snatched the gun from him.

She knew the gun wasn't silenced, so she couldn't shoot it here. She knocked Paul unconscious with a hand knife, hid the gun in her skirt, and turned to walk out of the bathroom quickly.

Tonight's actions must not be delayed. Paul had already suspected her, indicating that others may also suspect her.

At the moment Feng Ling rushed out of the bathroom, she seemed to hear a large number of people approaching in the distance. She paused and turned her eyes with a jerk, only to see the man coming from the other direction.

Boss Li?

Shouldn't he be waiting outside to give her support? Why did he suddenly break in alone?

Li Nanheng walked closer from the other side of the corridor. He changed his clothes, his shirt was half-open, and his black hair was as dark as the night. He looked so cold and imposing but the sight of him made her heart at peace instantly.

However, when the footsteps of a large number of people approached in the distance, Feng Ling glanced around and the position behind her where Paul collapsed. When she was vexed that there wasn't a more suitable place for her to hide, the man had already come up to her, and before she made any movement, he had reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Feng Ling felt a hand hold her waist and the next moment she was suddenly pressed against the wall next to the bathroom. Her body was almost covered by his shadow.

She didn't understand what Boss Li was doing. When she just opened her mouth and wanted to ask him, the man in front of her suddenly bowed his head. Perhaps because the anti-alcoholic medicine hadn't worked, she felt a little dizzy when she smelled his powerful scent. Then, Li Nanheng lowered his head and suddenly kissed her in a way that she couldn't resist!