The words fell, and the box was silent.

The two big men stood stupidly, Shi Huan was sitting, obviously a lot shorter than them, but his aura completely crushed them.

One left and one right looked at each other, all of them were in the same embarrassment and embarrassment.

A man who doesn't have any real skills and likes to wander the wind and moon field has the best face.

A second ago, he could pretend to be a hypocrite, but once he was slapped in the face, he immediately changed people.

The two tried their best to hide their embarrassment, turned their eyes, looked at the man next to Shi Huan, and were angry with him:

"Zhou Qichen, Miss Shanda, is this looking down on us? It's not the same as what I said before. Oh, just she's still giving alms? Make it clear, today you took the initiative to ask us to cooperate! ”

The older generation talks about cooperation at the wine table, and the younger generation likes to be in the bar.

Today's game, on the surface, is a party, but in the final analysis, it is a business negotiation.

Originally, with Zhou Qichen's weight, please don't move them at all.

However, with the help of the first beauty of Fengcheng, that's fine.

It's true that Sister Sheng is the eldest lady outside, but when she comes here, she is just a young lady, no different from the other women who are sent to the door on the Fengyue field.

Accompany the wine, please, behave well, and even sleep together, as long as they want to, then she has to follow.

Everyone sees that she is the first beauty and a young lady, and is willing to give a little thin face and respect.

Who knows, Miss Sheng is not interesting.

Only then did Shi Huan notice the man next door, and he happened to be looking at him as well.

The appearance is dignified, the facial features are three-dimensional, and it is quite good-looking.

It's just that her temperament is too gloomy, and her eyes are not friendly at all.

He was obviously dissatisfied with her behavior, looked very angry, his face was very stinky, and he scolded in a low voice:

"Miss, you're here to talk about cooperation, not to be the queen. If you want to go bankrupt, you can continue, and if you don't want to, let me behave! ”

The last sentence is said through gritted teeth.

I don't know why, the more angry this man is, the happier she is.

"Have you talked enough, drink quickly after chatting, don't waste time, there are still many interesting programs in the future."

When Peng Shao saw it, he smiled at Zhou Qichen, his heart was sour, and his mouth was also sour:

"Miss Sheng just said that we, I think you yourself are hopeless. The man put you on the negotiating table as a bargaining chip, and you still used him as a treasure. ”

A proper love brain.

Even if it was just out of superficial appearance, he did have a sincere liking for Miss Sheng.

is different from the other gentlemen in the box who just want to have fun, seeing her like this, there is a kind of grievance that hates iron but not steel.

Shi Huan doesn't care much about men's words, anyway, she knows a plot - she was sent by the man next to her.

Coupled with accepting some memory fragments of the original owner, she suddenly smiled. The delicate makeup face bloomed like a flower, attracting the attention of all the men in the box at once.

Under this gaze, she had an idle attitude, spoke unhurriedly, and her expression was innocent in confusion:

"Did you misunderstand something?"

The man in front of him held the wine glass for so long, his hands were sore, and his tone began to be bad:

"What is the misunderstanding, who in Fengcheng doesn't know that you have a deep love for Zhou Qichen, what is there to misunderstand."

He saw that this woman just didn't want to drink his wine and wanted to procrastinate? No way!

The wine glass was handed over again, but Shi Huan ignored it, as if the person who was persecuted was not her.

Rolling his eyes, he looked at the side face next door:

"I don't mean this, I want to clarify that it's not me who came here today to accompany the drink......"

She stretched out her hand, her delicate and white fingertips, pointed at Zhou Qichen, and said lightly:

"It's him."