A little depressed back to work, when I hurriedly went to change clothes, Xie Caiping from another district ran over to me and said, "Chen Sansan, why is it so late today?" There is a guest in the box who wants to buy wine with you, Sister Li went over to say hello first, you hurry over. “

I changed my clothes and pushed the door in according to the box number given by Xie Caiping, and Sister Li glared at me as soon as she saw me, and finally pushed me to the side of the guest and said, "Treat him well, he looks like a big fish in water." “

I was pushed and staggered, and suddenly I half collapsed on the sofa, and the man sitting next to me who was drinking turned his head and motioned for Sister Li to go out and bring the door.

After pressing the nonsense music, he smiled and said to me, "Miss Chen, come and sit down, you have a drink, and I will buy you 5,000 yuan of wine." “

My face instantly hung up.

This man who wants me to drink and buys wine with me, needless to say, he is Zhang Minglang.

I don't know if he's burning too much money or if he's bored and having fun, but the look on his face is similar to that of most men who come to the bar to spend, and he doesn't see anything out of the ordinary.

I bit my lip, moved my body, sat upright, and said, "Mr. Zhang, I only sell wine, not wine." “

Zhang Minglang suddenly laughed, laughing so hard that it was confusing, but when he laughed, he was still the same as before, that is, he was so fucking handsome that he had no friends.

His fingers tapped on the coffee table, and then said unhurriedly: "Chen Sansan, obviously last night, I saw that you had a good time drinking with Liu Fatzi, what's the matter, even if he is a guest, I'm not?" “

I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, he picked up a glass of wine on the table and handed it to me and said, "Drink it." “

My lips were about to be bitten, and my palms were full of sweat, but he leaned over in a very close posture, handed it to my mouth, and finally said something that embarrassed me very much, he said: "Chen Sansan, are you used to letting those male guests feed you mouth-to-mouth?" “

My face turned redder with a thud, and I poured back, took the glass of wine and said in a mosquito-like voice, "I'll drink it." ”

I regretted it after drinking, Zhang Minglang poured me 43 degrees of whiskey, a little burning feeling after entering my throat, or maybe I drank too quickly, a little choked, I coughed so much that tears were about to come out.

However, I was so embarrassed, Zhang Minglang just quietly put it in his eyes, and after I stopped coughing, he said indifferently: "Take 5,000 yuan of wine and put it on my account." ”

I stood up, said yes, and walked over to the cabinet, grabbed the wine list in front of me, and handed it to him.

Zhang Minglang looked indifferent and said, "You can help me decide." ”

I had no choice but to take it and say, "Mr. Zhang, I hope you don't embarrass me, you can buy whatever wine you want, I don't want others to say that I am forced to buy and sell." ”

Zhang Minglang still didn't care about it, changed his posture to lean back on the sofa, and after lying there comfortably, he quickly changed the topic and said, "What about your high school boy who was very good to you?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, and then continued to make up: "He, he's at home." ”

The lights in the box were also dim, Zhang Minglang's face was rubbed into this dim light, I couldn't see his expression clearly, and finally he said lightly: "I have time to come out and sing K, I'm curious about what kind of person he is." ”

The tragedy of the liar spirit is that when she tells the first lie, she has to create countless lies to fulfill the previous lies, so as not to be exposed.

I stabilized my mind and said slowly: "He is in his hometown, but he is not here in Shenzhen." “

After Zhang Minglang sighed, he said coldly: "A long time ago, I heard you say that he came to Shenzhen. “

I had to divert the topic and say, "He went home to get a driver's license, which is difficult in Shenzhen." ”

I thought Zhang Minglang would still be entangled in this topic, but who knew that he would ask instead: "What time do you get off work?" ”

I had to reply groggyly, "Two o'clock in the morning." ”