The episode of the first night did not make Ding Dong think much about it. Over the next few days, the project in country B went surprisingly well.

After nearly a week of intensive work, the progress of the project inspection has officially ended.

The celebration will be arranged in the largest KTV in the central city, and the blonde and blue-eyed partners praised Shengda's work efficiency, not forgetting to praise Ding Dong by the way.

"With such a beautiful assistant, Vice President Wen's work must be much easier. The other party stood in front of the two of them with a wine glass and laughed heartily.

Ding Dong didn't answer, and took a sip of the juice in the cup with a light smile.

Wen Zishu smiled and toasted the other party, and after drinking all the foreign wine in the cup, he noticed the things in Ding Dong's hand.

"On such a festive occasion, how boring is it to drink juice?" he smiled, took a wine glass in his hand, filled it and handed it to her, and said with a smile on his face: "Appreciate your face, have a drink?"

Ding Dong looked at the glass of yellow-brown wine, his eyes froze slightly, and after a while, he showed an apologetic smile: "I want to drink it too, but I'm allergic to alcohol, I'm really sorry." ”

"Really?" Seeing that she didn't take the wine glass, Wen Zishu was not annoyed, put the wine in his hand to his lips and took a sip, "tsk" and said, "That's a pity." ”

Such a glass of foreign wine, it is estimated that it will not take long to walk and float, Ding Dong has no amount of alcohol, so he simply refuses with an excuse.

Today is the last day of country B, and she has a hunch that if Wen Zishu wants to do something, she will probably do it tonight.

But at the moment, he didn't force her to drink, so Ding Dong didn't know what his plan was.

After the banquet, most of the people involved in the project were drunk, and only Ding Dong remained sane.

Wen Zishu sat beside her, although his face was a little red, but his eyes were still bright and clear.

He drank a lot, but he wasn't half drunk.

The partner began to sing into the microphone, and the tune was not flattering, and others did not dare to say anything, only laughing and applauding.

Ding Dong's right eyelid jumped abruptly, and he suddenly felt a little anxious.

She then left the box and found the toilet.

After coming out of the cubicle, she went to the sink to wash her hands, and just as a woman with heavy makeup also walked from the door of the toilet to the washstand, began to touch up her makeup in the mirror, and glanced at her.

Ding Dong continued his movements without squinting, and just after washing and about to turn around, the woman next to him took out a bottle of perfume from her handbag and sprayed it twice in the air.

Smelling the cheap pungent perfume in his nose, Ding Dong frowned and gave her a strange look.

Women are also looking at her.

She didn't think much of it, pulled out a tissue to dry her hands, turned to leave, and went back to the box.

Soon after taking his seat, Ding Dong realized that something was wrong.

The whole body gradually became weak and weak, and the consciousness seemed to be gradually being withdrawn, and the figures in front of him were staggered and ghosted, and even the voice became blurred.

She pinched her thigh hard, trying to keep herself awake while secretly saying something bad in her heart.

Wen Zishu had already come over with a smile, his face fluttering in front of her, and his voice was flickering near and far: "Are you uncomfortable?"

She tried her best to let out a casual smile, and her voice was as calm as possible: "No, I'm just a little tired, and I want to go back to the hotel to rest first." ”

"I'll send you?" Wen Zishu asked, his voice unexpectedly soft.

"No, I don't. She smiled, got up from the sofa, and her hand pinching her thigh never relaxed: "Help me say hello to the partner, I'll go back to the hotel first." ”

Wen Zishu didn't answer, sat on the sofa, watched her staggering open the box door and leave, a sly smile on the corner of her lips.

The door of the box closed behind her, and Ding Dong bit her lip stubbornly, and the pain pulled back some of her consciousness.

Was it the perfume that the woman had just sprayed in the toilet? No wonder it smelled a little pungent.

Now I need to leave here quickly, and I don't know if there is Wen Zishu's eyeliner around.

In the box just now, he didn't stop Ding Dong from leaving, so he must have a countermeasure.

Ding Dong staggered forward against the wall, and in his confusion, he could still hear the sound of chaotic footsteps behind him.

She glanced back and saw two unkind-looking men following her from a distance.

Her heart sank, her steps quickened, and she walked down the hallway toward the elevator.

There are two elevators at the end of the hallway, one of which stops right on this floor.

She dodged into the elevator, her fingers darling the button and close button on the first floor.

The two men who followed her quickly tried to keep up.

A second before the elevator door closed, Ding Dong clearly saw a stout man suddenly appear from the corner of the corridor, blocking the way of the two men.

The muscular back, dressed in a gray short-sleeved T-shirt, with short hair, was tall, and it was clear that he was the one who helped her out that night.

Ding Dong's eyes widened, watching the figures of the three disappear from his field of vision as the elevator door closed.

Isn't it a coincidence? That man, who has been following him?

Is he protecting her?

The dizziness hit in bursts, Ding Dong clenched her fists tightly, her nails sank deep into the flesh, the pain at this time could no longer keep her fully awake, and she even felt that the world was spinning a little.

Finally, when the elevator door opened, she only felt that her legs had begun to weaken.

Walking out of the building with the last trace of clarity, she saw a black taxi parked on the side of the road in a daze.

So she staggered over, directly opened the door of the back seat and got in, and before she had time to take a closer look, she shouted directly to the driver in the front seat: "Cyril Hotel, thank you." ”

In the next second, the tight string in her brain was completely broken, her world was quiet, and the whole person lost consciousness in an instant.

The man in a suit, typing with a laptop in his hand, looked sideways at her as she was leaning back in her chair and falling unconscious, with a slight look of surprise on his face.

He has a warm face, a pair of dark eyes that are bright and bright, his lips are plump and smooth, his color is bright, and his temperament is extraordinary.

The driver in the front seat was also stunned by such a scene, looked back at the man with some embarrassment, and hesitated: "Young master, this ......"

The person known as the young master frowned slightly, and carefully stared at Ding Dong's facial features, and a little inquiry appeared in his eyes.

After a while, he spoke, his voice soft and warm, melodious: "Drive, go home." ”

The pitch-black high-end commercial vehicle started slowly and drove smoothly away from the spot.

A tall man in a gray T-shirt hurried out of the building, only to catch a flash of the car's taillights.

He frowned, looked around for a week, and an anxious expression appeared on his face.

Then, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a domestic number.

The other party quickly connected, and he spoke, with a thick self-reproach in his tone: "Mr. Feng, I'm sorry, I lost someone." ”