Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of a Heroic Man

Chapter 1177: Chapter 1177 Eating Small Bread

Such a contradictory person. Su Qing mused silently, on one hand, he was like a soft and delicious little bun, and on the other hand, he was like the most dangerous predator. One moment he was Lin Weiguo, the next he was Zhou Hengguang. Which side of him was the real one?

“It’s almost cold.” Zhou Hengguang’s handsome brows furrowed slightly as he tested with his hand, “Well, the insulation of the lunchbox isn’t bad.” Having said that, he pushed the soup dumpling lunchbox in front of Su Qing first.

“Eat up!”

Su Qing was indeed a bit hungry. She had been working overtime until now and it didn’t matter when there was no food in sight, but now that the delicacies were before her, it would seem too pretentious not to eat. Picking up the chopsticks, she started eating. The soup dumplings were filled with crab roe, and one bite let out a rich juice that made one almost want to shout in satisfaction.

Watching the little woman in front of him whose eyes were so content they squinted, Zhou Hengguang also couldn’t help but bend the corners of his mouth.

“Want some beer?” he asked, already having opened a beer and handed it to Su Qing, then opened one for himself, taking it down sip by sip. The cold liquid entered his mouth and flowed down his throat, which paradoxically made Zhou Hengguang’s breath heavier.

“I don’t drink,” Su Qing said, not even looking up, busy eating her meal.

“It’s low in alcohol. You won’t get drunk. I was supposed to pack some soup, but since it wasn’t ready, I took it as a drink instead.”

Zhou Hengguang poured the beer into a glass for her, his voice low and soothing as he seduced her, “Sister-in-law is pregnant and can’t come to the studio for the time being. You’ll be in charge of everything that follows. You have to learn to drink. How else will you entertain clients?”

Even as he said this, he thought to himself that if anyone dared make Qingqing drink outside, they were as good as dead.

“Give it a try.”

Su Qing put down her chopsticks and looked up at him, her eyes filled with suspicion and appraisal.

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“I’m full, you can go now.” Humph! She wasn’t so foolish as to be led by the nose. As soon as she finished eating, she started to hurry him out.

“I’m not going.”

Su Qing glared: “…”

“Unless you drink with me,” Zhou Hengguang raised an eyebrow and flashed a charming smile at Su Qing, “How about it?”

Su Qing clenched her teeth, “Really?”

“I may not be the best person, but I always keep my word.”

“So you are self-aware at least,” Su Qing scoffed. She was tired from working overtime and couldn’t be bothered to argue anymore, so she picked up the beer and drank. She drank fiercely and quickly, nearly choking on the first gulp, and it was only after finishing it that she realized something was wrong.

“Why is it so spicy?”

“You don’t drink, do you? It’s always like this the first time. You’ll get used to it after a few times,” Zhou Hengguang said with a smile, pouring another cup for Su Qing and gesturing with his hand.

Su Qing took a deep breath, wishing she could get rid of this man immediately. If she wasn’t the only one in the studio now, afraid that he might do something and she would end up suffering, she would have already chased him out. But she knew better than to argue with someone stronger. It was smart to recognize the times and adapt.

Forget it! She drank another cup.

After the second cup, she felt a headache coming on, and the person in front of her appeared double. She foolishly stretched out her hands to touch, and when she did, her hands landed on Zhou Hengguang’s handsome face. Her soft fingertips slowly caressed from his cheek to his nose, the feel so delightful that Su Qing wanted to bite him.

And indeed, she did just that.

“Little bun, it’s the little bun. I want to eat the little bun, don’t move, let me eat,” Su Qing giggled as she stood up, holding Zhou Hengguang’s handsome face in her hands, and went to take a bite. Just as she bit down, Zhou Hengguang tilted his head up, and she bit right onto the man’s lips.

Softer and tastier than the little bun.

Su Qing smiled contentedly, her drunken gaze unfocused. She briefly pulled away from Zhou Hengguang’s lips, their noses almost touching each other at such a close distance.