"Hiccup...you are indeed a little beast!" Tang Qiao'er's face was red and white, and she was smiling happily.
There was a slight smile on the man's thin lips, and the coldness in his eyes was gone. His left arm was still hooked around her slender waist, and he raised his right hand and pushed up his glasses with his slender middle finger.
This nickname has been around for a long time.
Even his father stopped calling him that. Unexpectedly, Tang Qiaoer was still the same as when he was a child, as unrestrained and without any inhibitions as a wild wild horse.
"Fifteen years have passed since I last saw you, and you are still as beautiful as before."
"Hehe...you're not bad either!"
Tang Qiaoer narrowed her apricot eyes and actually raised her hand to pat his cheek. Her behavior was very dandy and frivolous, but it didn't offend him at all.
If she was content at all times and followed the rules, then she would not be the Tang Qiaoer in his heart.
Tang Qiaoer covered her mouth, burped again, staggered, and couldn't stand still.
The man raised his lips and hugged her sideways, regardless of whether she wanted it or not.
"Um...put me down!"
Tang Qiaoer's little red face was struggling and twisting in the man's arms, like a dishonest kitten.
Under the burgundy dress, a pair of slender white calves were kicking around, as white as jade, so white that they reflected light.
His eyes darkened, and he suddenly became playful, "I'll let you down. If you call my name, I'll let you go."
"You...your name is...Xie...Xie..."
Tang Qiaoer was so drunk that her head seemed to be filled with paste. She didn't even know what she was saying, let alone remember his name.
"My name is Xie Jinhuan, but it's okay if you call me little beast."
The man's fan-shaped long eyelashes fluttered and whispered word by word in her ear, his voice was hoarse and charming, "But, only you can do it."
It's a pity that these words fell into the ears of the drunk Tang Qiao'er and turned into chaotic gibberish. She couldn't understand a single word.
Xie Jinhuan carefully placed her delicate body on the sofa, and every movement was gentle enough.
At this time, the phone rang, and the secretary called.
"Mr. Xie, everyone is here."
"Let them all go back." Xie Jinhuan's lips curved into a long and indulgent smile, his eyes never leaving Tang Qiao'er's bright red dimples.
"Huh?" The secretary couldn't help but be surprised.
"Today's game is cancelled. Let them all go home and leave me alone."
"Yes, Mr. Xie." The secretary didn't dare to ask more questions, so she had to agree immediately.
"Also, go sell a bottle of hangover medicine nearby and come back as soon as possible."
After hanging up the phone, Xie Jinhuan slowly sat down next to Tang Qiaoer, turned sideways, and raised his hand to tuck a strand of her hair that was stuck to her face with sweat behind her ear.
"Tonight evening, see this good man."
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This side.
After Huo Ruxi finished singing the last song "It's not a sin for a man to cry", he finally fell drunk on the sofa and completely broke down.
Shen Jingjue Fengzhi frowned deeply and felt depressed in his heart.
There was still some wine left in the glass, so he raised his graceful jawline and drank it all in one gulp.
Immediately, he took Huo Ruxi's cigarette, took out one, and held it between his pale lips. The orange firelight gave his handsome and melancholy face a rare yuppie aura.
Along with the nicotine that entered his lungs fiercely, there was also the confusion of thoughts caused by Tang Qiaoer, and the turbid blue smoke spread around him.
After divorcing Tang Qiaoer, his daily routine was also messed up. He started smoking and drinking, and no one advised him to drink or smoke less.
"Qiao Qiao... Qiao Qiao..." Huo Ruxi closed her eyes and tore at the breast of her black shirt, calling out Tang Qiao'er's nickname indiscriminately.
Shen Jing felt his thoughts come back to his senses. He flicked the cigarette with his long fingers, raised his long legs and kicked his drooping arms with the toe of his leather shoes.
"Shut up, she won't follow you again."
Still feeling it was not enough, he added another blow, "Besides, Qiaoqiao, was it you who called me Qiaoqiao?"
Suddenly, the door to the box was pushed open, and Han Xian stood at the door, panting, holding on to the door frame.
"Your hand is lame? Don't you know how to knock on the door?" Shen Jingjue crushed the cigarette butt out and opened his lips coolly.
"Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen! I...I just...saw the young lady!" Han Xian was so anxious that his face was covered with sweat.
"What?" Shen Jingjue stood up suddenly, "Where is it?!"
