"Gross-"

After vomiting, Song Qingge poured water in his heart and rinsed his mouth.

Anne took a tissue to her and said worriedly: "Mr. Song, let's do it today, I'll let Lao Zhong send you home." ”

Song Qingge took the tissue and wiped it, the wine didn't seem to wake up at all, "I'm fine, I can still drink." ”

"Yes...... That Mr. Xie looked at you," said Anne worriedly, "I see that he is a drunkard who does not mean to drink." ”

"It's okay," Song Qingge was silent for a while, looked at himself in the mirror, took out the powder to touch up his makeup, re-wiped his lipstick, and comforted: "Don't worry, I have my own measure." She smiled, "Aren't you still by my side? I'm going to get really drunk, and you're going to protect me, won't you?"

Mr. Xie, who was socializing tonight, showed a deep interest in the baby products produced by Song, and she thought that as long as she worked harder, maybe he would agree to invest.

Since there was the Milky Way Nine Days, Song Qingge had more precautions, every time she came out to socialize, she would take Anne and a male assistant, and the venue would be as formal as possible, and she would also arrange for Lao Zhong to wait for her outside the wine hall.

Anne sighed.

"You go first, don't be cold," she has to wake up again, otherwise, if she is filled with a few more bottles, she will not be able to get up tomorrow morning, and the hangover feeling is very bad.

If they could, who would want to live this drunken dream every day?

When Song Qingge felt that she was sober enough, but when she walked, she was still fluttering, and she almost hit someone, but fortunately, the person helped her in time.

"Thank you. Forced to be calm, she thanked politely.

"Is that you?" Gao Zirui said in surprise.

Song Qingge raised her head, a professional smile on her face, "Mr. Gao, it's you," but when she saw the man next to Gao Zirui, the smile froze on her face, "What a coincidence!"

At that moment, she was in a trance.

"Miss Song, are you drunk?" Gao Zirui helped her out.

"I'm fine. She waved her hand and said goodbye, her steps were heavy, and when she passed by Gu Fengcheng's side, for a moment, it was extremely difficult to breathe.

Back to the box.

"Why has Mr. Song been gone for so long?" Mr. Xie was very thin and shrewd. Song Qingge has talked to him several times, but every time he talks about investment, he will always easily divert the topic, but after that, he will show a strong interest, which makes her uncertain for a while, so she has been consuming with him.

Sitting at a table to talk about business, this wine is naturally indispensable, glass after glass, although Mr. Xie is thin, but it is like a funnel, the wine entered his stomach, it seems that he does not feel slightly drunk at all, and it didn't take long for Anne and the male assistant to drink down.

And Song Qingge doesn't seem to be much better, the wine she drank tonight is already her limit, she doesn't dare to drink anymore, "Mr. Xie, if you still have doubts about investment, you can go back and think about it slowly, I will make an appointment with someone else in a while." ”

Mr. Xie smiled in a low voice, "Dating a boyfriend?"

Song Qingge pursed her lips and smiled lightly, but did not speak.

"Actually, the infant market has great potential, and I am very interested," Mr. Xie got up to help her fill a glass of wine, "If you want to invest in Song, it's not impossible to ......"

Song Qingge's eyes were slightly bright.

Mr. Xie handed her the wine glass, "Drink this glass." ”

Song Qingge picked up the cup, raised her head and drank it all, she drank too much wine tonight, so much that the wine seemed to have reached her throat, but she still swallowed it forcibly.

She took out the contract and handed it to him.

Mr. Xie opened the contract and looked at it, but he didn't plan to sign it, "I still have one condition." ”

"What conditions?" "As long as he can invest, within his ability, not too excessive, she will agree.

Mr. Xie's eyes looked at her unabashedly, "Stay with me for one night......"

Although Song Qingge was drunk, she was still conscious, and she unceremoniously took back the contract from Mr. Xie, "I'm sorry, I don't accept this kind of additional condition." ”

Mr. Xie thought she was taking Qiao, so he took her hand and smiled in a low voice, "In the end, it's a young man, it's too unbearable, Mr. Song, you can't do things this way." ”

"Mr. Xie, don't send it if you go slowly. She withdrew her hand unhappily, and when she saw that he was still about to pull her, she nervously picked up an empty wine bottle, and the action seemed to be about to explode at any time, and then unceremoniously gave the order to evict the guest.

"I don't know how to lift!" Mr. Xie was slightly angry and walked away.

Looking at the wine bottles in the box, as well as Anne and the assistant who were lying on the wine table, Song Qingge's eyes swelled with enthusiasm, and all the previous precautions disappeared.

She tried hard to cater to the rules of the game in this market, but she was repeatedly frustrated, and today she was finally able to sign an investment, but she didn't want to, and the other party actually asked her to sleep with her......

Could it be that the Song family really has no value for investment?

Is all this that she has worked so hard to support and hold on to is really about to collapse?

For her, Song is everything to her, where her belief lies, and seeing that there is no hope, her heart is in pain.

Gradually, Song Qingge's mind was a little blurred, she took out her mobile phone from her bag, and was about to call Lao Zhong, but unexpectedly, the mobile phone was in her hand, but her fingers didn't listen to the call, so she couldn't dial it out.

Later, she walked out with her hands on the wall, intending to call a waiter, but as soon as she went out, she crashed into a chest.

When she saw the person who was coming, she collapsed, choked up, and cried.