I smiled and asked, "What if I win?"

He spread his hands, his slim black shirt looming off his muscles, cynical, "If I lose, I'll leave it to you tonight...... Unconditional ......"

As soon as his words fell, Mr. Murong and Tianya Simei both drank and coaxed, which is a very ambiguous language, and it can even be associated with various blood swelling and indescribable pictures.

I was shocked, knowing that I was agitating, he couldn't help but think about heroes? Is he not caring about the impact of his contract on his future? In fact, men and women are no different.

Men are more beautiful and proud, the more they like peacocks, and the more they like to capture the admiration of women.

At this time, Mr. Murong personally poured wine for us, full of interest, "Come on, come on, it's a pleasure to drink today." ”

Of course Mr. Murong is happy, if I win this match, then I can easily push the boat to make this contract at least one step smoother, which is also more than half of the success.

So at this time, he was the one who coaxed enthusiasm, and under his hints, he was a cheerleader off the court.

In this way, Mr. Murong has extremely high expectations for this contract, that is, he belongs to the party with the greatest profit.

I couldn't help but glance at Gong Shichuan, his eyes were still very dark at this time, but it was undeniable that under the bombardment of the party just now, he had already shown obvious drunkenness.

He didn't know what the price would be paid for such a sloppy act.

I also know that if Mr. Murong can't sign this contract quickly, then his goal has not been achieved from beginning to end.

Mr. Murong's eyes looked at me more and more obviously, as if to imply that my actions were speeding up.

I knew in my heart that if he could not dispel this idea of signing a contract in time and in a way that did not offend anyone, he would be wary and would hasten his pace.

Wait until he opens his mouth, perhaps, there is no way back to this contract.

Because this game is the first thing I started, I was the first to provoke, but I can't refuse to come last, Tianya Simei will definitely use various means, or Gong Shichuan to sign this contract. It may not necessarily succeed, but Mr. Murong will definitely try without hesitation.

If there is any entanglement in this contract in the future, there are many things that cannot be said on the table.

Especially for high-quality stars like them, killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred themselves.

If any problems with this contract come to light, then I will definitely be involved, so in this case, I think it is still necessary for me to win this game, and only after seeing the content can I make any decision, and now all decisions are hasty.

That is, whoever asked him to sign this contract today, then anyone present will be responsible for one of the effects of this contract.

Including me, of course.

So I felt that I had to fight to win this game of chess, and to take the initiative in my own hands, and not to be the one who was beaten by someone else with a gun.

I smiled, "Boss, how do you fight?"

"Whatever you want. ”

"Dice cups?"

“OK。 ”

The two of us opened the dice cup together, Miyashikawa's card skills are very good, four-six-five, my three-two-three.

The big point won the small point, and by luck, he won.

Gong Shichuan seemed to be careless about this gamble, he sat lazily on the sofa, tilted his head slightly, he was waiting for his reward. Motionless, from beginning to end, his expression remained unchanged at all, he just looked at me coldly, his eyes suddenly darkened and shallow under the neon light, and he didn't say anything.

My heart began to sink a little, and it seemed to float upwards and hang over my throat.

I know.

Mr. Murong, who seemed to be sitting on the opposite side, was just like myself, all waiting, waiting for Gong Shichuan's words or actions, or even a small hint.

Mr. Murong is betting on me, he is betting on a bar woman's desire for money.

And I bet on Gong Shichuan, he is not a willful man.

But at the moment, I'm not so sure.

Willing to lose the bet, the first step must be to feed him wine.

Take a deep breath and mix well, I am rejoicing in the powerlessness that only I know, what must I do in life? I surrender, I take prisoner, I drink, I drink everything.

"I'm going to get a cup, a mandarin duck couple cup. "I want to get up.

I was imprisoned in the ground by him, and he looked down at the neckline of my lace, a shocking red rose drawn on it, "Just use your cup." ”

I was stunned, he was so casual.

I took a heart-to-heart tissue on the table, and little by little wiped the rouge that stained the four beauties of the world along his lips. My movements were so ambiguous in the eyes of others, and my fingertips ran over his slightly thin lips.

Tianya Simei quietly exchanged a look, and they blindly coaxed Mr. Murong to drink with an unusually tacit understanding.

With a lazy smile on his face, I lit a cigarette for him, and his slender fingertips pinched my shoulder blades.

You can't hide.

No, I had to teach me a lot of skills in this area, so it was not difficult.

I attached the glass to him, and tossed and turned it in a flirtatious manner, and took small sips into his lips behind my ear, as if I were intoxicated with the tenderness of the country.

But what do I care so much about? Gong Shichuan is really weird, and his lips are very cold.

Then he kissed my petals domineeringly, with the smell of mellow wine, tossing and turning through each of my soft hanging petals, dexterously rolling Shetou, with great patience to pry my closed teeth open, the next shun completely occupied.

I struggled with a "whin", and then he was pressed and unable to move, and quickly held my face with one hand, and he forced me to accept his kiss.

I almost got suffocated by the kiss.

Secretly scolded in the heart, domineering enough, hooked the soul, bad enough, kiss people want, can't stop, yes, desire. It's not in vain that a certain entertainment front-page headline made a list of "the man who wants to kiss the most" a while ago, and as a result, he was the first in SMS, WeChat, public account, and meager titles.

I have a shadow in my heart, is this considered a work injury? Consider whether I should ask Mr. Murong for this fee, no, or I will take a picture of him drunk with my mobile phone now, and then throw it to the magazine as a cover.

For the kiss just now, I was in a panic, like playing with fire.

At this moment, the tip of our nose is close to the tip of our nose, and I look up into his eyes, and there is a thick cloudiness in his eyes, flickering, and the inability to focus on a specific thing is all instinctive.

Now it has been established that he was really drunk.