The salty pig hand didn't manage to touch her leg, and the man with shiny leather shoes was unwilling to give up. He moved his body an inch closer, extending his hand again, just as Yang Fan, who had been secretly observing Maimai, spoke up: "Selena, come here, why are you sitting so far away?"
Maimai immediately got up and walked over to sit beside Yang Fan as if greased underfoot.
Yang Fan discreetly gave her a warning look, lightly patting her head, he said: "Calling you here is to accompany a distinguished guest, sitting in such a concealed position, what's this, unwilling, planning to slip away any moment?"
Maimai looked at him, stuck out her tongue at him, quickly poured him a glass of wine, handed it beside Yang Fan's hand, using a slightly coquettish tone, "BOSS, how would I dare."
Yang Fan took the wine, moved the fruit tray on the low table over: "What do you like to eat? Girls shouldn't drink, have some fruit, if there's nothing you like, I'll order more for you."
