Gong Jue's face was slightly red as he looked at her with narrowed eyes.
She thought he looked grim. In fact, he looked a little confused.
She sniffed the air, and the faint smell of champagne wafted through the car.
Gu Qiqi's heart skipped a beat. "Gong Jue, did you drink a lot of champagne at the celebration banquet just now?"
Gu Qiqi recalled that many people surrounded Gong Jue and wanted to toast him. The cold and aloof chief originally rejected them, but she was also surrounded, so she didn't notice if he rejected them to the end or if he really drank them all…
Gong Jue didn't answer her. Instead, he leaned closer to her and said in a hoarse voice, "It's very fragrant. I still want to drink…"
As he spoke, he actually buried his head in her neck and kissed the tender spot on the back of her neck.
Gu Qiqi's face turned red.
