My Ex-Husband Is Proposing Again

Chapter 475: Chapter 475: What…What are you doing?_1

Xiaofei’s face flushed and her heart pounded. It took her a lot of courage to propose a toast to Ye Qilan: “In the future, I hope you take care of me, Mr. Ye. This toast is to you.”

But Ye Qilan did not oblige: “I don’t drink.”

As he said, he glanced at Su Hongxing seemingly incidentally: “Young girls shouldn’t drink too much either. Out and about, you should take care of yourself.”

Xiaofei thought Ye Qilan’s words were intended for her, her heartbeat increased, and she shyly responded.

Su Hongxing was left looking at the beer in her hand, not knowing whether to drink or not.

In the end, she decided not to acknowledge Ye Qilan’s advice and was about to drink when a man’s hand appeared out of nowhere, holding her hand and the cup together.

She struggled, unable to free her hand, and he ended up taking the cup away from her.

Ye Qilan called the waiter, poured a glass of juice, and handed it to Su Hongxing.

Everyone saw this, and Su Hongxing instantly became the center of attention.

Su Hongxing glared at the intrusive Ye Qilan, but met his deep eyes as vast as a starry sea. He looked at her as if observing a petulant child.

She timidly lowered her gaze, took a sip of her juice in silence.

Eventually, it was Li Yan who diverted everyone’s attention, and they all continued with their drinks and talks.

An hour later, with the exception of Ye Qilan and Su Hongxing, everyone else was drunk.

Su Hongxing intentionally excused herself to the restroom, hoping that by the time she left the hotel, Ye Qilan would have already left.

She spent fifteen minutes in the restroom and then gracefully exited the hotel.

She looked around furtively, didn’t see Ye Qilan’s silhouette anywhere, and breathed a sigh of relief. However, she was celebrating a little too early. She hadn’t even reached the subway station when a car stopped beside her. The window rolled down, and she was sprayed with the smell of alcohol. It was Wen Lan, who gushed drunkenly: “Moumou, get in, I’ll have big brother to take you home!”

“No need…” Su Hongxing began but was cut off.

Wen Lan did not give Su Hongxing a chance to reject, staggered out of the car, dragged Su Hongxing to the passenger seat, and giggled, “You’re not good looking, so I feel secure letting you accompany my big brother.”

She burped, then climbed into the back seat and dozed off.

Ye Qilan, without moving his gaze, asked, “Where do you live?”

Su Hongxing responded in a muffled voice, “You can just drop me off at the bus stop ahead…”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re hard to please? At this hour, if someone offers you a ride, you should gratefully accept it,” Ye Qilan interrupted her.

All Su Hongxing could do was to tell him the address near her building.

She didn’t want to be alone with Ye Qilan, but he was like an unshakeable ghost, always around.

Throughout the ride, Ye Qilan completely silenced. Soft music flowed in the car, like a lullaby, making Su Hongxing want to sleep.

She dared not sleep and kept her eyes wide open, looking straight ahead.

Upon reaching the destination, Ye Qilan helped her undo the seat belt.

Su Hongxing looked at the man’s head in front of her, his breath spraying gently on the upper part of her belly through the thin fabric of her dress, making her breath hitch.

Just for unfastening the seat belt, why was it taking so long?

Feeling anxious, just as she was about to push Ye Qilan away, he suddenly looked up, their eyes meeting.

They were very close, close enough for her to see his long eyelashes, his straight nose, and his thin, sexy and enticing lips.

Watching his masculine face inching closer to hers, Su Hongxing felt her heartbeat accelerate and stuttered, “What are you… what are you doing?”

Ye Qilan’s eyes darkened as he reached out to embrace Su Hongxing…n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om