Song Lang rubbed his stubby hands, his oily face glowing red.
Qiao Jue and Zhu Li felt as if their hearts were suppressed by an invisible boulder, and they did not dare to move or express their opinions.
"Beauty, how about we play a game?" He turned his head, his smile was extremely vulgar.
Zhuli let out a confused sound, looked around and realized that she was the only woman in the private room, and then looked at him again.
"Let's see if you can catch this glass of wine. If you can, let alone one month's advertising fee, I will waive it for you."
Song Lang poured a small cup of wine and held it on the tip of his thumb, looking at her with a smile.
She was silent and glanced at the man opposite her with uneasy eyes. He still picked up the dishes calmly.
Zhuli quietly took a breath and stood up, slowly walking towards Song Lang with her slender legs.
As soon as she walked up to him, she heard an unserious tone floating in her ear: "Take off your coat."
Her face turned slightly pale, and her pupils suddenly narrowed.
Are you planning to do something wrong to her in front of them?
It was winter and Zhuli was wearing thicker clothes, but why did the old man let her take off her clothes in front of everyone?
Qiao Jue wanted to stand up and stop him several times, but he endured it. If Jing Huaizhi wasn't there tonight, he might have given up on this project, but he was.
Therefore, it was difficult for him to perform well. The group president did not even say why he had any reason to terminate cooperation with the other party.
Zhuli pursed her lips and glanced in the direction of Jing Huaizhi again. He lowered his head to peel the shrimps with no expression on his face.
Gritting her teeth, she unbuttoned her coat, opened her sleeves, took off her upper body coat, and placed it on the seat beside her.
But in her heart, she was begging this old man to let her take it off again.
"Sit over here." Song Lang waved to her, the smile on his face not diminishing.
Zhuli moved slowly to his side with small steps, and sat down shakily.
"Roll up your sleeves and stretch out your arms." He continued to lure her like a hunter.
She didn't understand and could only do it.
Qiao Jue was about to break the wooden handle on the chair and stared at Song Lang with red eyes.
He also kept winking at Jing Huai, who was as silent as a statue, as if he really came to watch a show.
Song Lang's hand holding the cup slowly approached Zhuli. She closed her eyes and waited to be "dismissed".
Zhuli only felt a chill coming from her arm. When she opened her eyes again, the wine in his hand had been placed on her arm.
She didn't dare to move and didn't understand what it meant. She turned her head and looked at Song Lang with puzzled eyes.
Song Lang continued to rub his hands and moved towards her, his mouth already moving as if he was not drinking wine.
"Mr. Song." The deep male voice was a bit rigorous.
Song Lang stopped moving and turned to face him.
"Mr. Song, I'm afraid Jing will have to miss your sixtieth birthday in a few days." Jing Huaizhi's smiling eyes were filled with chills.
Song Lang was so angry at his words that he almost couldn't breathe. Zhuli, who was sitting next to him, felt secretly happy in her heart when she saw that his eyes rolled upward and couldn't turn back for a long time.
His face suddenly became extremely embarrassed. Jing Huaizhi's words seemed to remind him again that at his age, he should stop playing around like this.
Song Lang finally managed to find his eyes after searching for a long time. His driver patted him on the back to calm him down.
"Mr. Song, how are you doing with Mrs. Song recently?" Jing Huaizhi lit a cigarette, bit it in his mouth, and smiled softly.
Song Lang touched the sparse hair on the top of his head again and answered with a heavy breath: "Xiao Jing, why don't you go and see Aunt Song if you miss her so much?"
When Zhuli heard this, she realized that the two were friends, and her worries were relieved.
Jing Huaizhi blew out a cloud of smoke and said with a flattering smile, "Who asked Aunt Song? I'm talking about your little wife."
He raised his chin slightly, maliciously revealing his scandal.
"You..." Song Lang gasped, his anger suppressed by him.
Jing Huaizhi took the ashtray, put out the cigarette butt, and then poured a glass of wine, "Uncle Song, I was joking with you just now. I will definitely go to your sixtieth birthday."
"You haven't seen Youyou for a long time, right? She keeps talking to me about meeting Grandpa Song every day."
Song Lang's face improved a little when he heard him mention Jing Youyou, and he shook the cup before drinking.
Qiao Jue immediately came out to smooth things over. He quickly walked to Song Lang and poured him a glass of hot water. He picked up the wine glass and toasted Jing Huaizhi.
"Mr. Jing, I drank Mr. Song's glass of wine for him." His tone was slightly high and respectful.
Song Lang nodded affirmatively and patted him: "Young man has a promising future."
Jing Huai put his hand on his side, tapped twice and raised his eyebrows: "Manager Qiao, let me toast you again. We haven't had a serious drink since you joined the company."
Qiao Jue didn't dare to refuse, so he poured another glass and drank it to the bottom.
The toasts were always going back and forth, and the two of them just completely ignored the existence of Zhuli and Song Lang.
The two stood face to face, you toasted me a glass and I toasted you a glass, and soon the bottle of whiskey was finished.
Zhuli's eyebrows furrowed in displeasure. What were these two people doing? Why did they leave Mr. Song alone to drink instead of socializing?
The driver standing behind Song Lang leaned down and whispered something in his ear. Song Lang stood up immediately: "Sorry for leaving first."
He took the crutch from the driver's hand and walked towards the door of the private room.
Zhuli blocked the door first and opened her arms: "The matter of cooperation with President Song..."
She gritted her teeth and prayed softly.
Song Lang's eyes narrowed slightly and he looked tired: "Let's talk about cooperation later."
He looked back at the two people who were still fighting for drinks and shook his head in disappointment.
"No, Song..." Before Zhuli could finish her words, his driver had already motioned for her to get out of the way.
Room 1028 on the 10th floor of Jufu Hotel.
The waiter helped Zhuli help the two drunk people in.
Qiao Jue was relatively honest after drinking. He didn't do anything except talk a little too much.
Jing Huaizhi, on the other hand, kept rubbing his head against Zhuli's head and blowing on her when she helped him in.
If the waiter hadn't been there, she would have wanted to kick him.
After successfully helping both of them into the room, Zhuli thanked the waiter at the door.
After closing the door and looking at the two people lying on the bed again, she smiled.
It took a lot of effort to push the two of them together and cover them with the quilt.
After finishing these bamboo pear, he clapped his hands with satisfaction: You will definitely thank me when you wake up tomorrow.
She squatted next to Jing Huaizhi and looked at him with her chin propped up.
"Who told you to tease me on purpose today? If you had spoken earlier, it wouldn't have been so troublesome." She stood up and bent down to stare at the fine hair on his forehead.
The long hair hanging down happened to brush against Jing Huaizhi's nose, and he turned over.
A smile appeared on Zhuli's lips, and she pulled up the quilt that only covered his waist.
"Good night." Her eyes lit up and her tone was charming.
After returning home, she sent a message to Qiao Jue, the general content of which was that she could only force him to sleep with Mr. Jing tonight.
After sending the message, Zhuli put down her phone and looked up at the ceiling.
Is this project really dead? This was the first project she took on after being discharged from the hospital, and she was a little unwilling to let it go so badly.
