"The beauties are coming..." Seeing the crowds of women coming in, Rick was no longer interested in joking with Ryan. He got up and hugged them to the sofa. Since it was the first time for Christine to come to such an occasion, Rick pulled two of her companions at once, and she was left alone at the door at a loss. Because of this, the stupid and conspicuous woman came into Ryan's deep eyes.

"Christine Taylor? She comes to him initiatively?" The moment Ryan saw Christine, his black eyes narrowed, a huge murderous aura bursting out. Although Christine put on very heavy makeup, which looked different from the way she used to be before, the unique manners she had were hard to be erased.

"Christine, why are you still standing there? Hurry to accompany Mr. Moussi." Christine stood still, so she was pushed to Ryan by the manager.

Ryan was noble and he had a strong aura. Putting on a lazy expression, he had a sense of mature and charming masculinity all over his body, especially his sharp eyes, staring at her as if he could poke a hole in her.

Why was that man looking at her like this?

Did he recognize her as the person in the private room that night?

With such heavy makeup, she didn't think so.

Christine wondered uneasily.

Recalling the memory that her virginity was robbed by this strange man that night, Christine held her hands tightly, feeling unhappy inwardly.

What a coincidence that the spider and the fly met again in such a place!

"Do you need me to teach you how to pour wine?" Christine sat aside while thinking. But suddenly, Ryan pinched her chin from beside. His slender hand almost crushed her delicate chin, and Christine finally gathered her thoughts in pain.

"Um... it hurts." Christine's forehead was full of sweat, "Mr. Moussi, with your hand pinching mine, how can I pour wine for you?"

It was so painful. If it wasn't for the pain in the chin, Christine almost thought that her jaw had been separated from her body. The pain was almost unbearable, so she had to let him release her in the name of pouring wine.

However, after she finished speaking, there was a sharper pain in her chin. This time, she was tearful in pain, her delicate face was distorted, and she almost jumped from the sofa to swat his hand away. But when she thought of her mother lying in the hospital, waiting for her to bring the money for the operation, she gradually endured it. For the sake of her mother, she would have to endure it even if it hurt.

"I'll do it." The glittering tears rolled around in her eyes but were forced back by her desperately. She picked up a bottle of precious wine on the table, poured half a glass, and then respectfully handed it to Ryan, "Mr. Moussi, please drink."

However, just as the wine glass was raised, Ryan stretched out his hand and swatted it hard. "Bang!" The glass in Christine's hand flew out of her grip by Ryan. The cup fell to the front of the bar and fell apart. The drink spilled over Christine. In a moment, she was extremely embarrassed.

"Who said I want to drink Johnnie Walker? I want to drink Whiskey." Ryan's slender hand pointed randomly to another expensive wine on the table.

"..." Christine felt that she was being teased, biting her lips tightly, her face ashen for a while.

After a while, Christine didn't say a word, picked up the bottle of Whiskey that Ryan had pointed at, poured another glass, and handed it to him.

However, this time, Ryan's cold and stern black eyes stared at Christine playfully. He didn't take it.

At this moment, no one knew what Ryan was thinking.

"Remember me?" Ryan lifted Christine's chin and forced her to look at him, his sharp black eyes gleaming that anyone would fear.

"What are you talking about, Mr. Moussi? Remember what? I don't understand." Her hands were sweaty, her heart fluttering in her chest. Did Ryan recognize her? But how could he recognize her after she put on such heavy makeup? Christine was nervous and refused to admit that she had seen the man in front of her before.

"What a dumb luck that you come to me." The slender and cold fingers crossed Christine's pale face, evil and gloomy. Every time he stroked, Christine's hair stood up in her back. She was sure that the man in front of her had recognized her, otherwise, the man would not look at her as if he wanted to skin her alive.

"Mr... Mr. Moussi... drink..." Cold sweat was all over her forehead. If she had known that one day she would meet Ryan again, she would not have rewarded him 0.5 yuan for his serving as a "money boy" that night. At this moment, Christine regretted it badly.

"I suddenly lose my interest to drink. And I want to hear you sing." Ryan looked at the woman next to him playfully. At this time, Christine was like a little ant who was struggling to live. If he wanted to crush her, he could do it at any time.

"I... I don't know how to sing..." Christine looked embarrassed. She had barely stepped into entertainment venues. Most of her time was spent earning money, so she didn't know how to sing at all.

"Eh?" Ryan suddenly became angry when Christine refused, and his slender hand suddenly pinched Christine's neck, "You have to sing to me even if you don't know how."