It was about the leeward of here, and Yan Shuangyi and Ding Dong were sitting on the bench, eating bread with cold milk.

The director walked in front and recognized that this was the person who had just spoken to Yue Jialing. It seems that although they know each other, the relationship is not good. He looked at the big and small in front of him, and then looked at Yue Jialing walking behind him, and couldn't help but be a little embarrassed.

Neither of them said anything.

Yan Shuangyi hung his head and stared at Yue Jialing's toes. The shiny shoes came in from sight, and then walked out.

Suddenly stopped, and then, Yue Jialing's voice came from overhead: "Accompany me to dinner in a while."

"The more Mr. I, I ......"

"I drove the car and couldn't drink." His voice was calm, but his gaze swept over the bread and carton of milk she was holding, "You can count overtime, triple the salary." ”

Saying this, Yan Shuangyi seems to have no reason to refuse. Ding Dong was sent back to the hotel by the garden, and she followed Yue Jialing to the banquet.

The banquet is placed in the Xianghe Tower.

The director raised his glass and looked at Yue Jialing's eyes very earnestly: "Mr. Yue, this wine is a tribute to you by me and my colleagues."

Yue Jialing looked at him and smiled, and didn't say to drink, nor did he say no, but nodded lightly: "Yuan Chang Feng is polite."

It didn't matter if Yue Jialing wasted one more look, as soon as the words fell, Yan Shuangyi immediately took the wine glass of Director Feng and drank it all.

"Good! Miss Yan has a good amount of alcohol! In the endless admiration of everyone, Yan Shuangyi put down his wine glass. Turning around, Yue Jialing was staring at her with interest.

He didn't speak, but his gaze was spicier than wine.

That half-joking, half-expectant look seemed to say something to her. Just before she could react to the connotation, the second and third glasses of wine had already reached her eyes.

Yan Shuangyi didn't drink much, and after drinking no more than six or seven glasses, he felt that his face began to get hot. She was afraid that she would make a fool of herself when she got drunk, so she hurriedly waved her hand and signaled to the principal: "Director Feng, I really can't drink anymore." Allow me to take a break......"

Her voice was already low, and the tail note was mixed with a little sweetness, and under the catalysis of alcohol, even Director Feng couldn't say anything to refuse, so he could only put down the raised wine glass again.

"I ...... I'll go to the bathroom. She excused herself from the table.

Before she could open the door, she saw a group of girls dressed in extremely cool clothes rushing in. Chief Feng's laughter came from behind him: "Look at Miss Yan, look at these again, it's some vulgar powder!" It's just a pity that Miss Yan ......"

As soon as the men's eyes exchanged, they all understood.

Yan Shuangyi only heard Director Feng whispering softly beside Yue Jialing: "Mr. Yue, if you don't dislike it, let someone drink two cups with you?" ”

The heavy door of the private room closed tightly behind him, cutting out the noise of the room.

*

Yan Shuangyi washed his face with cold water and lingered for a while before returning to the room.

As soon as she pushed the door open, the scene inside was really a bit unexpected for her.

The girls sit on the man's lap and snuggle in the man's arms. About because they drank some wine, the hot air was full of the smell of men's and women's perfumes, and the salty heat of sweat was mixed with it, and the strange incense made Yan Shuangyi's chest feel stuffy for a while.

She was determined.

Yue Jialing has long lost her place next to her, replaced by a girl named Jiajia, who is holding a wine glass for Yue Jialing.

"Mr. Yue." Jiajia's voice wrapped people tightly around her gentle country like silk threads, "How much light do you appreciate?" ”

Yue Jialing was silent, only lowered his gaze and looked into the wine glass.

His silhouette was reflected in the ripples of red wine, and two distorted figures were reflected on the wall of the glass, one closer, Jiajia, and the other farther away, Yan Shuangyi.

The three of them intertwined with each other in the cup, as unreal as a dream.