Jiang Yanxing's face was pale and he didn't drink the glass of wine for a long time.

The atmosphere was more subtle, and the noise gradually turned into whispers.

Song Qitang stood still, clenching his wine glass uneasily.

Fei'er suddenly tugged at Jiang Yanxing's sleeve and muttered, "You just drank wine." ”

Jiang Yanxing glanced at her, and a slight smile flashed over Song Qitang's cold and detached face, "So what?" ”

"Drinking too much alcohol is not good for your health, I'll help you drink."

Fei'er blinked playfully, raised Jiang Yanxing's arm, and took a small sip with his hand.

"Fei'er is intimate, Mr. Jiang is really blessed!" There was a commotion all around.

Song Qitang's lips pursed slightly, looking at them without caring about himself, he suddenly had an inopportune trance.

In the past, Jiang Yanxing almost didn't linger in sexy places, let alone play with women.

A touch of coldness floated silently at the corners of his mouth.

She laughed at herself, maybe Jiang Yanxing was such a debauched character, but she didn't reveal it.

As soon as the footsteps were picked up, Song Qitang heard Jiang Yanxing's lazy voice again.

"The KTV princess of the Star City Club is very good at playing, so I don't know what grade Bincheng is here?"

Li Guodong immediately answered, "How does Mr. Jiang want to play?" ”

The beauties accompanying the guests knew that he was generous as soon as they saw Jiang Yanxing, and said busily: "We often play with lemon slices with special sourness and sing, who persists the longest and sings well, and the guests get the most tips." ”

Jiang Yanxing patrolled the coffee table where the fruit plate was placed, and slowly opened his lips, "Interesting, then follow the customs." ”

Hearing this, Song Qitang's slender figure stiffened, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

In the corner of his eye, Jiang Yanxing smiled leisurely, "Tonight, the one who lasts to the end, one million." ”

The atmosphere of the box was boiling!

Song Qitang looked at Jiang Yanxing, and the changing light and shadow flowed through his pupils, like crystal ice crystals that were dazzlingly cold.

Jiang Yanxing smoked a cigarette and lit it, and looked over Song Qitang's electronic screen, "The princess who entered the president's box should be quite outstanding in her business ability. ”

This trick is very negative.

Even if Song Qitang wants to refuse, he will not allow it, and making the owner unhappy is tantamount to offending other "sisters".

Other than that......

She must admit that with the current situation, even if Jiang Yanxing threw the millions of shit stained at her, she would have to smile and pick them up one by one and put them close to her.

Song Qitang stepped onto the stage with one foot deep and one foot shallow, sat on the high stool with her knees together, and the dim light shrouded her quiet side face, like a lifeless puppet.

Li Guodong sat beside Jiang Yanxing, "Mr. Jiang, are you free to go to our association tomorrow?" ”

Jiang Yanxing glanced at Song Qitang indifferently, took out his mobile phone to reply to the email, and said in a cold tone, "I'm just a part-time worker, and no small profit can compare to the prospect of jumping in the whole of Asia/continent, understand?" ”

Li Guodong nodded sobly, and the afterglow was vaguely staggered with someone, and then he looked at the stage absentmindedly.

After the lemon slices were distributed, it was Song Qitang's turn to sing and sing "Pumpkin Car".

A few minutes later, Song Qitang's refreshing mint sound flickered, and his expression was inexplicably strange.

Jiang Yanxing never looked up, his long fingers tapped on the keyboard, the corners of his mouth occasionally bent in an arc, and his attitude was merry.

Compared with the two, the picture can be described as cruel.

Time passed little by little, and Song Qitang's strange trills that kept overflowing his lips attracted a lot of attention.

She sweated on her forehead, forcing herself to concentrate, but she couldn't concentrate at all.

The song looped for the tenth time, and the shrill whistle startled everyone.

Song Qitang was embarrassed to drop the microphone, and the figure of fleeing quickly flashed through the door.

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In the bathroom, Song Qitang hugged the toilet and vomited dimly, with tears and snot on his face.

There was a red rash on her back, the itching was unbearable, her cheeks were also burning, her stomach was tumbling, and the fermentation of alcohol made her dizzy.

Jiang Yanxing deliberately.

He knew that she had been allergic to lemons since she was a child.

Once ingested, even if it is not life-threatening, it is easy to itch all over the body.

Song Qitang struggled to get up, scratching his back in embarrassment, and the momentum of the itching spread became even more fierce.

In fact, as long as you grit your teeth and persist for half an hour, maybe the one million will be in hand.

scolded Jiang Yanxing in his heart, Song Qitang stomped his feet to restrain his discomfort, and was just about to open the door, when a woman's gasping sounded suddenly outside the door.

She froze, her dark eyelashes slowly drooping, and she recognized the other party as Fei'er.

Therefore, the man who dragged Fei'er to the bathroom to "run errands" together was Jiang Yanxing?