The waiter went out after bringing the new drinks, closed the door, and Jiang Ruo and the old man surnamed Chen also finished singing.

Mr. Chen smiled and handed her a champagne glass, "Come, are you thirsty, drink a little?"

Jiang Ruo has concerns, champagne is easy to get drunk, and pouring alcohol into women is the norm for most men who linger in places of sound and sex.

But seeing that the other party was polite and did not offend from beginning to end, he smiled, took the champagne, and only took a sip of it, "Thank you." ”

Mr. Chen lifted his glasses, "You don't seem to have a lot of alcohol." ”

Jiang Ruo went down the pole, "Yes, I don't drink often. ”

"It's good to drink less, girls can drink. Mr. Chen said warmly, but his eyes lingered on her face with a big grin.

Jiang Ruo smiled generously at him, the delicate facial features blurred by the light in the box lacked purity, but she was not sexy enough, she couldn't learn the charm of a dusty woman, and at a glance people could see that she had just entered the industry.

She smiled too politely, which made the ambiguity that had just brewed in Mr. Chen's eyes look extremely embarrassing, so she had to look away.

Jiang Ruo retracted his smile slightly, lowered his eyes and drank.

A middle-aged entrepreneur with a successful career looks elegant and well-behaved, but no matter how well he maintains, he still can't avoid the bald spots on the top of his head, the perfume attached to the surface can't hide the gradually rotten and greasy body odor inside, and the unlasting self-control can no longer even stop the squinting eyes from the inside out.

The smell of tobacco and alcohol in the box gradually became stronger, Jiang Ruo looked at the men with oily faces, and the women who tried to please men for a small fee, and the discomfort in his heart swelled like a balloon.

When Mr. Chen couldn't help but persuade him to drink, the door of the box was pushed open, and Sister Xiang came in with Jiang Ruo's mobile phone, and paid Mr. Chen first, "Mr. Chen, I'm really sorry, Ah Ruo can't accompany you, she just called from home, and her brother is in an emergency, so she has to go." ”

Ah Ruo is a pseudonym she used here temporarily, and as soon as Sister Xiang's voice fell, Jiang Ruo cooperated and made an expression of disbelief.

Sister Xiang pulled Jiang Ruo up, "Ah Ruo, hurry up and call home and go back to take a look." Mr. Chen, I will call a few others who will serve for you to choose, and this bottle of champagne is mine. ”

Sister Xiang sold her face, and she said good things, and it was not easy for Mr. Chen to stay when he saw this, he was a Sven person, so he could only watch Jiang Ruo being pulled away by Sister Xiang, he stretched out his hand, and only touched Jiang Ruo's skirt.

The silky fabric brushed the back of his hand, bringing up a wisp of peach wine, which smelled like the perfume his daughter often used, thinking of his wife and daughter, he felt a trace of chagrin in his heart, and secretly scolded himself for not being human!

……

Out of the door, Sister Xiang took her around to the door of a private room.

Before opening the door, Sister Xiang leaned on the doorknob with a solemn expression and said, "Miss Jiang, I can only do it here." ”

Jiang Ruo smiled: "Don't worry, I won't forget the favor that Sister Xiang sold." ”

"That's what you want!" Sister Xiang suddenly smiled, she was only in her thirties, with gorgeous makeup and a graceful figure, and she had a foxy smile when she smiled.

She squinted at Jiang Ruo, and there was a faint regret in her words, "To be honest, with your face, as long as you mix with me, I guarantee that I can help you to be the signboard of the Imperial Tower." But there are people ......," she said to the door, and continued, "I really don't dare to provoke it." ”

After speaking, she personally opened the door, let Jiang Ruo in, and said inside: "Mr. Lu, Ah Ruo is here." ”

Bang –

The door behind Jiang Ruo was shut.

This box is completely different from the one just now, just like the contrast between the vulgar and the lotus.

The décor of this box is antique, the light is as bright as day, the Chinese sofa is equipped with carved tables, and the blue and white porcelain vase is set on the calligraphy and painting on the wall. Jiang Ruo is funny, and he is also elegant in the sound and color place, which is even more funny than the female cousin standing the archway.

Jiang Ruo swept the entire pattern at a glance, and naturally noticed the man standing in front of an ink painting to study, with a long figure, one hand on his waist, the other hand holding a glass of wine, black trousers and white shirt, which complemented the style of the box.

He turned his back to her, didn't make a sound, and Jiang Ruo didn't move.

After a while, the man still looked at the painting in front of him, and his voice was low and cool when he spoke: "Let me explain first, my Mrs. Lu has become a san to accompany this matter." ”