The whiskey on the ground had already finished a bottle, he opened the second without hesitation and continued to drink, but couldn't shake the pain in his heart.,"Hehe..." Qiao Anmu smiled painfully, glancing around the presidential suite. This was booked by someone else, hoping to spend a good night with Fang Chen here.,The masculine aura of strength washed over him, a pair of scorching hot hands gripping his waist, an unprecedented feeling that made Qiao An's heart relax. Drunk, he couldn't tell if it was real or a dream, a flirtatious smile in the darkness.。