Chapitre 511: Mr Gu, Are You Thirsty?

There was no choice. She had pulled Tang Mo'er to make up the numbers.

The design chief executive officer promptly said, "Mr Dewen, Miss Tang is not our company's public relations staff, she is an employee."

"I don't care, I want Miss Tang to accompany me to drink." After speaking, Mr Dewen handed a glass of wine to Tang Mo'er.

Tang Mo'er reached for the wine glass, extricated herself from Dewen, and moved closer to Gu Mohan to sit beside him. She said in a hushed voice, "Mr Gu, please save me."

Gu Mohan looked down at Tang Mo'er's enchanting, little face. He raised his good-looking eyebrows, and the corner of his eyes exuded the aura of a mature man. "Why should I save you, hm?"

Why should I save you?

He was implying that he would not save her.

Tang Mo'er puffed up her cheeks and looked at him vengefully. It was only wine after all. Fine, she would drink.

"Mr Dewen, I will give you a toast."