After returning to the capital, Zhao Ye and Chu He never met again.

When I returned to Chu's house, I only heard Mrs. Chu's sneering.

"Xiao He is also so old, his career will always improve slowly, and on the emotional side, it's not good to be hung by the young master of the Zhao family all the time, it's really not okay to go on a blind date."

Chu Guoci threw his chopsticks on the table.

Mrs. Chu was taken aback.

Chu Guoci said unhappily, "What, do you want to introduce? Do you have the right person? Is there a better choice than Zhao Ye?"

Mrs. Chu's series of forced questions forced her speechless, and the fire in her belly finally sent towards Chu He, "Xiao He, you have spent enough time on Zhao Ye, who doesn't know his thoughts, if it doesn't work, forget it."

Chu Guoci was in favor of this, but he and Mrs. Chu thought differently.

"Chu He, you know that time is running out, settle the matter, the company needs money to develop new products recently."

Chu He didn't say a word the whole time, he finished the meal quietly, wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, and got up, "I know."

In the evening, she asked Song Jiahui to meet him at the bar.

The manager looked at Chu He, who had ordered the precious foreign wine in front of him, and also stepped forward, "Is Miss out to play alone?" Would you like to find someone to play with you?"

Chu He glanced at the male model who was dancing vigorously on the stage, half naked, with muscles together, constantly rhythmic with the music.

"Let them come down and have a look."

The manager hurriedly called them down and replaced some people to go up.

When Song Jiahui came, he happened to see a row of male models standing in front of Chu He, all of them with their own characteristics.

Song Jiahui jumped from the back of the booth to the front, "That's good, pick."

Chu He looked at the figure beside him, and the corners of his mouth curled, "You come to pick, I have always looked at men badly."

Song Jiahui glanced at the row of people in front of him seriously, "The one on the edge, the one in the middle, you stay."

Those who stayed behind were smiling.

Competing to be the first to toast Chu He.

"Sister, I wish you a great time tonight."

Chu He also smiled from ear to ear, clinking glasses with him, "Happy and happy."

Song Jiahui asked the two of them to take out their mobile phones and swept 10,000 yuan for each of them.

"Make your sister happier, it's more than that."

The younger boy still has small dimples when he laughs, and he looks clean, and he looks like a grandmother, "My sister will leave her happiness to us."

When Chu He was obsessed with male sex, Song Jiahui stared at Chu He and pulled her arm, "What's the matter with you, have you figured it out?" Or are you disheartened?"

Chu He smiled, and the strong smell of wine hit Song Jiahui's face.

"I can't help it."

No one knew what Chu He meant.

Song Jiahui was a little worried about her.

On the card seat on the other side, Zheng Zhichuan looked at Chu He, who was dancing vigorously on the dance floor, and touched his lips, "There's a girl over there who looks very good, and she seems to be quite good at playing."

Zhao Ye didn't care, a bunch of hot beauties around him were pouring him wine, and he couldn't distract himself.

Obviously, the male model was asked to accompany Chu He, but Song Jiahui had a lot more words than others.

"Do you like Zhao Ye after all? Let me tell you, Zhao Ye is not worthy of liking, there are still many things you don't know about him, right?"

These words came to Chu He's heart, and she turned around.

"I like Zhao Ye here, and I know who he is, but now the family means to let me marry him."

Wealthy marriage, this Song Jiahui also understands it too well, he lowered his head, "It's really not easy to do, what are your family's requirements for the marriage partner?"

Request? Chu He pondered for a moment.

"Nothing to ask for, just have money."

The male model next to him took Chu He's hand, "Sister, you taste this wine."

Chu He only

With her mouth moving, the glass was brought to her mouth, and she took a sip and snorted, "Strong."

Song Jiahui pondered for a moment and pulled Chu He's sleeve, "Look at this, if Zhao Ye is unwilling to marry you, I will marry."

This frightened Chu He, she blinked her eyes, and couldn't slow down for a long time, "Are you marrying ***?" What do you think, we haven't met a few times."

"It's not." Song Jiahui explained, "I'm no worse than Zhao Ye, your family wants money, and I can take it out, I don't care how you want to play after marriage, how about it?"

Chu He thought about it, this is really good, there is nothing wrong.

"What do you want? I don't have anything to give you."

The main thing is that Chu He is basically sure that Zhao Ye will not marry her, and she can't let her brother hold back.

Song Jiahui stared at Chu He's eyes, round, looking cute and cute, and almost inaudibly curled the corners of his lower lip, "I won't urge marriage at home, when the time comes, we will play our own games, and the family will also help each other, and we will also pass by on our faces."

This is a good choice, Chu He seriously considered it.

Chu He got up groggily, Song Jiahui held her arm and waved to the person next to her, "You guys go down."

The two little rabbit cubs waved their hands to Chu He enthusiastically, "Sister, goodbye, sister will remember us next time."

Chu He made a flying kiss, "Sister won't forget you."

Song Jiahui wanted to laugh when he saw her like this, and quietly leaned on her ear, "Did you really drink too much? I don't usually see you like this." qs

Chu He burped, and the whole mouth was full of alcohol, and Song Jiahui patted her on the back and gave her Shunshun.

Chu He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, "It's really sad."

Two people were stopped when they passed by a booth.

"Chu He!"

This familiar voice shocked Chu He.

Zhao Ye leaned on the sofa and squinted at them, his eyes were like ice paved.

Chu He only glanced at it and then withdrew his eyes, wanting to run away quickly, "Have fun, Zhao Gongzi."

"Where are you going?" Zhao Ye rushed up and grabbed her wrist and glanced at Song Jiahui, "You guys together?"

Song Jiahui didn't let go of him, nor was he afraid of him, so he smiled naturally, "I just came to see her, afraid that something would happen to her."

Zhao Ye's eyes became gloomy, and his tone became tough, "Then you can go, it has nothing to do with you."

But Song Jiahui had no intention of leaving, standing here, "Zhao Gongzi, what are the arrangements for the future?"

Chu He's heart was so weak that he didn't want to speak.

Zhao Ye was about to make a move in the next second, Chu He quickly grabbed Zhao Ye's fist, turned back to Song Jiahui and said slightly apologetically, "I'll talk to him about things, you go back first."

Song Jiahui snorted, let go of his hand, and smiled indifferently, "Then let's go, I have something to say."

Zheng Zhichuan looked at it in his original position, this was not the girl he had just taken a fancy to, he couldn't sit still, and then stood up and ate melons.

"Sit down."

Chu He pulled Zhao Ye back to his original position.

Zhao Ye glanced at Chu He today, and sighed, "Packed up well, come out on a date?"

Who wouldn't be sarcastic.

Chu He looked at the girl who was wearing very little fabric on this seat, "I'm dating, what are you?"

Zhao Ye's smile disappeared, and the whole person exuded a chill.

Zheng Zhichuan seemed to understand something, and pulled the person next to him, "Mr. Zhao, the matter is almost over, and the rest of the matter will be contacted tomorrow, and we will leave first."

A crowd dispersed.

Only Chu He and Zhao Ye were left on the booth.

The two of them sat for a long time and no one said a word.

Chu He thought about it and asked, "Do you like Feng Ziyu?"

"It's not." Zhao Ye denied it without even thinking about it.

But Chu He doesn't

"Think about it, don't be so anxious to answer me."

"What do you want to say?"

Chu He had never asked him such a question.

Chu He picked up the wine glass and poured herself another glass, and tonight the colorful wine was in her stomach, and her mind was spinning.

"Zhao Ye, why don't we get engaged, our family conditions are not bad, there is a bit of weight in the circle, it should be helpful to your business, I don't care who you like, but you have to get by."

Chu He didn't know what he was talking about.

Zhao Ye sneered, "I need these?"

In the next second, Chu He's jaw was pinched, and the force was almost about to crush her mandible, and she had to twist her brows together.

"Chu He, did I tell you that I won't get married, and besides, we are both related, don't you know?"

It sounded like a warning and a threat.

Under the influence of alcohol, Chu He shed tears, and she patted Zhao Ye's wrist hard, "I know, you let go!"

After Zhao Ye looked at her tears, his expression was relieved, his hand was loosened, and he was just about to explain something, when the phone suddenly rang.

Chu He touched his chin and glanced at the caller ID, Feng Ziyu's phone.

The bar was too noisy to hear, so he followed the phone and walked out, but as soon as he left, he never returned.

Chu He waited for him in place for a while, the alcohol gradually rose, her eyes were almost open, she knew that she couldn't hold on.

Very reluctantly dialed a number, "Hey, haven't you gone far, I'm sleepy, I can't walk."

Her voice was languid and weak, as if she would fall asleep in the next second.

At this time, a few drunk people came from a distance, and at a glance they saw Chu He lying on the leather sofa.

The skin is fair, and it is particularly prominent in the night market, especially the appearance of closing the eyes, gentle and quiet.

The man at the head looked at it twice, and suddenly became interested, a rare stunner.

He stepped forward and rubbed Chu He's foot and neck, "Little beauty, are you drinking too much? Do you want my brother to send you back?"

Chu He opened his eyes tiredly, unable to see the figure clearly, and only replied impatiently, "Get away."

"Yo, temper, temper, good, energetic."

Three or four people laughed.

The manager next to him was also hesitant to interrupt them, he didn't know Chu He's identity, but he knew that these boys were not easy to mess with, so after thinking about it, he still stopped it.

"This young lady is quite rich, not like an ordinary girl."

Who can hear this?

"Rich? Who doesn't have it, how rich can they be."

The man looked at Chu He, there was a little money, but who was the young lady who came out to drink alone, and finally lay here alone, at first glance, she was not a serious young lady.