The room suddenly fell silent, and several people looked at Li Ji.
"Her colleague called and said it was acute appendicitis." Li Ji looked anxious and sweat was already forming on his forehead. "President Ye, President Tao, I have to go over and take a look."
"Then go quickly," Ye Xin stood up and waved her hand, "The car is downstairs, ask the driver to take you there."
"No, it's convenient for me to take a taxi myself."
Li Ji said, turned around, picked up the bag, smiled apologetically, turned around, and walked out quickly.
The clean air outside the door made Li Ji breathe easily.
Another voice came from behind, mixed with laughter.
Li Ji's face darkened.
He stood silently at the door for a moment, breathed out secretly, lowered his head, and hurriedly walked towards the elevator...
In the private room, the smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of cigarette smoke was steaming hot.
Ye Xin's face was already red and her eyes were blurred. He unbuttoned a button of his shirt, wiped his chest with his hand, picked up the wine glass, and raised it high towards Tao Ping.
"Old Tao, come on, let's do it together!"
Tao Ping was chatting with Wang Shulan with his head tilted, and he quickly turned around when he heard the sound.
"Old Tao, I understand your little thoughts..."
Ye Xin threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, then picked up the teacup and poured some water into it. With a "squeak" sound, a small ball of white gas rose up.
"Don't worry, as soon as I leave, this position will be yours..."
Ye Xin squinted her eyes, leaned back on the chair, brought the wine glass to her mouth with one hand, and drank it while burping.
"Haha, Mr. Ye, have a good time... Come and have a drink!"
Taoping the end of the wine glass, his eyes rolled a few times, and a smile appeared on his cheeks.
"President Ye, don't worry, there will be no problem at the end of the year."
Tao Ping put down his wine glass and reached out to brush his shiny hair.
"Well," Ye Xin nodded, her body already starting to shake, "Old Tao, let's have another drink..."
"Okay, Mr. Ye," Tao Ping waved his hand, "If you are happy today, let's have a good drink!"
Ye Xin smelled of wine and reached out to grab the bottle, but her arm shook and she almost swept down the glass on the table.
"President Ye, please wait a moment..."
Wang Shulan yelled, stood up quickly, and went to support Ye Xin.
Ye Xin leaned to the side and rested her head on Wang Shulan's chest. Wang Shulan felt her chest harden, and her two round breasts swelled up.
She looked at Tao Ping awkwardly, panicked, and unconsciously held Ye Xin's head with her hands.
Tao Ping's face turned even more ugly. He raised his hand and said, "Waiter, come here, get the big cup!"
Ye Xin was suddenly stunned, quickly straightened up, and retracted her head from Wang Shulan's arms; then she leaned back on the chair, exhaling heavily, and stared blankly.
The wine in the goblet shone with a faint, dark yellow luster.
"Come on, Mr. Ye! I'll drink this cup first as a token of respect!"
Tao Ping stood up with a wine glass in both hands, a deep smile on his face. He held his breath and drank most of the glass of white wine.
Tao Ping lit up the bottom of the glass, slowly put the glass back on the table, wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand, and sat down leisurely, still looking at Ye Xin with a smile on his face.
Ye Xin was stunned for a moment, but did not pick up the wine glass immediately.
His throat rolled a few times, and he let out a loud burp. Then he raised his hand to take out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table, lit it, and took a few puffs.
Tao Ping's face darkened.
"Haha, I'll drink this wine..."
Ye Xin raised her head, as if there was a layer of rouge around her eyes.
He placed the lit cigarette across the ashtray, picked up the wine glass with one hand, looked at it intently, put the rim of the glass between his lips, raised his chin, and finished the drink in several gulps.
"How is it? Mr. Tao, are you satisfied..."
Ye Xin smiled, raised his wine glass, shook it vigorously at Tao Ping, and then his body softened and he lay down on the table.
The wine glass slipped and rolled on the ground a few times, but it didn't break.
"President Ye drank too much, help him go upstairs to rest..."
Tao Ping's expression was calm, and a faint chill came from his eyes.
............
The neon lights on the roof were still flashing, and the night was already very deep.
Haitian Hotel, 14th floor.
The room was dimly lit.
On the large bed, a man was naked, lying on his back on the pillow, snoring loudly.
There was a long-haired woman nestling next to him. She was hugging the man's neck with her hands, her dark white body pressed tightly against her, and her round hips and concave and convex lines emerged in the haze.
The woman couldn't help but gasp, her whole body hunched up and down, like a cicada with its wings pinched off.
The man finally moved, raised his hand, and landed on the woman's smooth back. The woman grabbed the man's body and pushed the two balls against him.
The man muttered, turned over, and pressed most of the woman's body under him.
The woman struggled for a moment, twisting like a snake and wrapping her slender thighs around her.
The night breeze passed through the window, and the curtains moved slightly.
"Water, water..."
The man suddenly let out a low cry.
The woman immediately stopped moving, took the man's arm away from her body, got up, and got out of bed.
She walked to the table, carefully turned on the lamp, raised her hand, and picked up a small silver spoon from the tea tray.
Under the light, the glass was shaking, and a white mass was floating on the water.
She stuck her spoon in and stirred gently. The white mass slowly dispersed and the water became transparent.
The woman put down the spoon, picked up the glass, and walked back slowly.
The man stuck out his tongue, breathed heavily, and made low moans from his mouth.
"The water is here, drink it..."
The woman knelt beside the bed with a seductive smile on her face.
The man snorted again, his mouth instinctively reaching for the water glass.
The woman tilted the cup slightly and brought it to the man's lips. With his eyes still closed, the man made a few noises in his throat and put his mouth into the cup.
"Cough!...Cough!...Cough!..."
The man coughed several times and spit out a mouthful of water.
"Get up and drink, get up and drink..."
The woman half straightened up, reached behind the man with one hand, and tried to help him up; she took the pillow and placed it under the man.
The man leaned on the bed and slowly opened his eyes, staring in confusion.
"Thirsty, water..."
He seemed to be still confused. He lowered his head and saw the water glass in front of him. He instinctively grabbed it with both hands, drank it all in one go.
He held a water glass in his hand and glanced around the room blankly. Suddenly his eyelids twitched, his face changed suddenly, and he shouted in a voiceless voice: "Where am I? What is this place?"
He was about to stand up subconsciously, but suddenly felt a chill all over his body. He looked down and immediately shouted, "Clothes? Where are my clothes?"
"Yes, they are all there."
The woman took the water glass from his hand, put it on the bedside table next to her, and pointed to the sofa.
The man stood up quickly, jumped under the bed, rushed to the sofa in a few steps, and hurriedly picked up the pile of clothes.
The tall shadow flickered on the wall. The man was stunned for a moment and suddenly stopped.
After a moment, he turned back and stared at the woman: "Who are you? What on earth is this place? Why am I here?"
There was no hair on the woman's body, and her smooth body shone with a strange luster in the yellowish light.
She didn't take it seriously at all, sitting on the edge of the bed openly and stretching her two slender white legs.
"This is the Haitian Hotel," the woman smiled, her eyes moving on the man, "You came here by yourself, don't you know?"
"I did it myself...?"
The man seemed confused.
He covered his clothes in front of him, turned his head, and looked for something in the room in a panic.
Suddenly, he slapped his head and squatted down, looking depressed.
"Broken, broken, done..."
The man shouted in annoyance, almost crying.
The clothes slipped from his hands, and he suddenly collapsed on the floor, covering his face with his hands.
"Sir, are you okay?"
The woman was startled, walked over quickly, asked with concern, and stretched out her hand to help the man.
"Taoping, you are such a bitch!"
The man cursed harshly and pushed the woman's hand away.
The woman was unprepared, staggered and almost fell. She hurriedly stretched out her hand to support the sofa and stopped.
"Sir, you...?"
The woman's face changed slightly, and instantly changed into a smiling face.
"Who is sir? Get out of here!"
The man stood up slowly with one hand on the ground, his face gloomy.
The woman's eyelids touched, her body trembled, and she stepped aside, not daring to speak any more.
"Go! Put on your clothes!"
The man leaned over and grabbed the shirt on the ground, shouting at the woman.
"Sir, you..."
The woman was a little helpless and muttered.
"I told you to put on your clothes, didn't you hear me?"
The man roared like he was crazy.
The woman trembled and her face turned pale. She glanced at the man timidly, hurriedly walked to the bed, and put on a loose skirt.
The man got dressed and sat silently on the sofa, with his head hanging down and his hands deeply embedded in his hair. He was speechless for a long time.
The woman curled up on the bedside, staring at the man without blinking, her shoulders shaking slightly.
In the darkness, it seemed that the pounding heartbeat could be heard.
The man suddenly stood up and walked towards the bed, his eyes blood red.
The woman's eyes became panicked, and she involuntarily grasped the sheets with one hand. She ducked back and looked at the man in fear.
The man walked up to her and leaned down gently. The woman panicked and couldn't help but close her eyes.
The man reached out and grabbed the bag on the bedside table.
The woman breathed a sigh of relief, but was also inexplicably disappointed.
The man walked back silently and sat back on the sofa silently.
He opened the bag, took out a cigarette and a lighter, lit one, and smoked silently.
In the dim light and shadow, the red cigarette butts flashed like will-o'-the-wisps in the wilderness.
There was a rustling sound of wind outside the window, and the curtains shook violently.
The man's eyes were dull, like a stone statue. The glimmer of light fell on his face, flickering on and off, and the shadow became darker and darker.
Silence.
Somewhat suffocating silence.
The woman crossed her arms and shrank toward the bedside, as if she felt cold.
The man lit another cigarette and smoked it silently.
Time seems to have frozen.
The smoke went out.
The man stood up. He picked up the bag and walked to the woman quietly.
The woman's eyes were suspicious and she leaned back again.
The man took out a stack of hundred-dollar bills from his bag and threw them on the bed without counting them: "Take it!"
The woman glanced at the man, her eyes not only surprised but also a little horrified.
"Remember, you don't know me..."
The man stared at the woman's face and spoke word by word.
"You've never seen me either...never..."
The man leaned forward, his mouth almost touching the woman's forehead.
The woman was startled, startled, and then nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
The man snorted, turned around, and without stopping, quickly opened the door and stepped out.
