As soon as Zhao Yaling finished speaking, a burst of cheers broke out on the scene.
Wen Qiao is a newbie in the workplace, and she is young and beautiful. There is nothing more suitable than using her as a "fun".
Some men with ill intentions are already coveting her.
Mr. Wang from the marketing department also walked into the box at some point. He looked like a manly leader and stared at her with a look like an ant.
Didn't you reject him arrogantly?
He wanted to see how proud she could be tonight?
Wen Qiao frowned and subconsciously wanted to take the card in Zhao Yaling's hand to confirm, but saw that Zhao Yaling quickly mixed the card into a pile of cards.
Zhao Yaling was deliberately trying to embarrass Wen Qiao.
She thought to herself, doesn’t Wen Qiao like to date different men because of his good looks? Doesn’t he like to have one foot in many boats?
It just so happens that tonight, in front of so many colleagues in the company, she will be able to solidify her slutty persona.
Wen Qiao was immediately pushed to the forefront, with pairs of eyes staring at her with various emotions. Xu Meng on the side felt that something was wrong, and his face was full of worry.
She knew that Wen Qiao would definitely be laughed at if he left in disgrace, "It's just a game, why can't she play it?" '
No one would consider such a task excessive.
After all, it’s just a game.
There was not much movement on Wen Qiao's face. She glanced at the wine bottles lying on the table and said in a low voice: "Does that mean that if the mission fails, just drink three bottles?"
Drink three bottles?
"No, senior sister." Xu Meng was really worried about her, and the pitch of her voice changed: "This wine has a high alcohol content. You will feel dizzy after just one drink. If you drink three bottles, you are going to be in the hospital." ah!"
Zhao Yaling's "kind-hearted" advice: "Wen Qiao, if you can't drink enough, don't be brave. Besides, you haven't even tried yet, so why do you think the mission has failed?"
"Haha, happy to help!"
"..."
In the commotion, I don’t know where the male voice came from, let alone whose voice it is, but it definitely represents the thoughts of some men present.
Wen Qiao didn't want to waste time, so he bent down to grab the wine bottle on the table, opened it, and poured it into his mouth.
Everyone looked at this scene and couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
Wen Qiao had no other thoughts in her mind at the moment. She took a breath after drinking half the bottle. While she was still a little awake, she whispered something in Xu Meng's ear, probably to trouble her and send her back later. Home.
Just as Wen Qiao continued to drink, suddenly, the closed box door was pushed open from the outside.
At that time, everyone was looking in the direction of the door. Only the woman who was already drunk had her back to the door of the box, her head raised, and she was still pouring wine into her mouth.
Shen Du looked at her back with deep and heavy eyes.
She had taken off her coat at some point, and was wearing a light-colored sweater and suit wide-leg pants. Her already slender figure made her look even thinner.
There was a stubbornness and coldness about the woman that he could see through at a glance.
Just when Wen Qiao was about to get the second bottle of wine, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind her and grabbed her wrist holding the bottle. He only used less than one-fifth of his strength, but he still let her go. Wen Qiao frowned in pain.
She froze for a moment, and her eyes immediately fell on the hand holding her.
Cold white, slender, with clear joints.
Due to the slight exertion, the veins on the back of the hand bulged. Wen Qiao's eyes slowly moved upward along the hand, and his outline was vaguely reflected in the blurred vision.
This is……
etc……
This seems to be...her newlywed husband who has not seen her for a month after receiving the certificate?
Wen Qiao's heartbeat quickened for a while, and he felt like he couldn't breathe.
She blinked, sparks flying and crackling like a short circuit in her brain.
In that chaos, she seemed to have thought of something, and almost reflexively asked: "Can...please do me a favor?"
Shen Du narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes meaningful, "What can I help you with?"
Her words became choppy, "I, I want your belt."
At this time, everyone in the box had petrified expressions.
Wen Qiao, do you know what you are doing?
You are seeking death, do you know that?
Such an idea almost appeared in everyone's hearts. Xu Meng was the first to react and wanted to rush up to Wen Qiao to stop her "drunk sex", but she never thought that she had not taken the step yet. When I went there, I saw my boss curling his lower lip, with a hint of indulgence in his faint smile. He lowered his gaze and looked at the rosy woman in front of him, and said in a natural and calm tone: "Take it."
So, Wen Qiao put down the wine bottle in her hand, lowered her head, and used her hands to untie the man's belt clumsily. She fiddled with it over and over again for a while, but under the dual effects of panic, nervousness and alcohol, she still couldn't. Undo his belt buckle.
Just when she was at a loss and becoming more and more anxious, the man's generous and warm palms covered her palms, held her hands, led her, gently and meticulously helped her open the belt buckle, and removed it from his waist. In the meantime, he pulled out the belt.
Holding the black belt, Wen Qiao felt her palms were hot, and she did not dare to look beyond it. She kept lowering her gaze, staring at the man's slender black suit pants and shiny leather shoes.
Xu Meng took a deep breath and walked forward boldly, and said as if walking on thin ice: "Sorry! Mr. Shen, we are playing a game of truth or dare. Wen Qiao has no intention of offending."
Seeing that Wen Qiao seemed indifferent, Xu Meng finished speaking and gently pulled Wen Qiao's wrist.
"Senior sister, please hurry up and say thank you to the boss."
Xu Meng lowered her voice very softly, and Wen Qiao was feeling dizzy at the moment. Xu Meng's words were like an unstoppable wind passing by her ears. At that time, she didn't know that she was on fire. What a demon, staring at the man's elegant and handsome face, ignorant but serious.
"Thank you husband."
"What?" Xu Meng had a question mark on his face.
Wen Qiao repeated word for word, and everyone present heard: "Thank you, husband."
"..."
The originally noisy private room had become silent since Shen Du walked in. As soon as Wen Qiao finished speaking, even the air seemed to freeze into ice.
"Wen Qiao!" The department manager could no longer hold back and let her do whatever she wanted. He turned his voice serious and scolded: "You must have drunk too much! This is the new boss, what are you talking about?"
Wen Qiao: "..."
boss?
Her new husband...is her new boss?
Wen Qiao's mind was like a ball of paste, and his whole body was stagnant.
I really want to escape.
Until Shen Du laughed indifferently and said casually: "It's just a game, it doesn't matter.".
Only then did Wen Qiao wake up from a dream.
She raised her hand, pressed her temples that were beating wildly, and said calmly, "I'm sorry, boss, I... drank too much."
