Song Lang rubbed his short and thick hands, and his oily face was glowing red.

Qiao Jue and Zhuli seemed to be pressed by the invisible boulder in their hearts, and they didn't dare to move or express their position.

"Beauty, how about we play a game?" He turned his head and smiled in a way that was extremely obscene.

Zhuli snorted in confusion, looked around and realized that she was the only woman in the private room, and then looked at him again.

"Let's see if you can catch this glass of wine, if you can, don't say that a month's advertising fee is a year, and I'll give you a free of charge."

Song Lang poured a small glass of wine and pinched it on the tip of his thumb, looking at her with a smile.

She was silent, her uneasy eyes glancing at the man opposite, who was still holding the dish without moving.

Zhuli quietly gasped and got up, and her slender legs slowly walked towards Song Lang's side.

As soon as she walked up to him, she heard a non-serious tone drifting to her ear: "Take off your coat." ”

Her face turned slightly pale, and her pupils suddenly constricted.

Is this to do something bad to her in front of them?

It's winter, Zhuli is dressed relatively thickly, but why did this old man let her take off her clothes in front of everyone.

Qiao Jue wanted to stand up several times to stop but endured it, if Jing Huaizhi wasn't there tonight, he might give up this project, but he was there.

So he didn't play well, and the president of the group didn't say anything about what reason he had to terminate the cooperation with the other party.

Zhuli pursed her lips and glanced in the direction of Jing Huaizhi again, he looked down and peeled the shrimp without any expression on his face.

With a bite of her teeth, she unbuttoned her coat, pulled back her sleeves, and put her jacket on the seat next to her.

In my heart, I was begging this old Deng to let her take it off again.

"Sit down." Song Lang beckoned to her, with a smile on his face.

Zhuli moved slowly to his side with small steps, and sat down tremblingly.

"The sleeves are rolled up, and the arms are outstretched." He continued to lure like a hunter.

She didn't understand, so she could only do it.

Qiao Jue was about to smash the wooden handle on the chair, and stared at Song Lang with red eyes.

has been giving Jing Huaizhi a partial look, and this statue is like a statue without saying a word, as if he really came to see the play.

Song Lang's hand holding the cup slowly approached the bamboo pear, she closed her eyes and waited to be "dropped".

Zhuli only felt a chill coming from her arm, and when she opened her eyes again, the wine in his hand had been placed on her arm.

She didn't dare to move and didn't understand what this meant, so she turned her head and looked at Song Lang with puzzled eyes.

Song Lang continued to rub his hands and moved to her side, his mouth was already about to move, as if he was not drinking wine.

"Mr. Song." The deep male voice is a little rigorous.

Song Lang stopped his movements and turned his head to face him.

"Mr. Song, I'm afraid you're going to miss your 60th birthday in a few days." Jing Huaizhi's smiling eyes were cold.

Song Lang was so angry by his words that he almost didn't catch his breath, and Zhu Li, who was sitting next to him, couldn't turn his upward eyes for a long time, and secretly enjoyed himself in his heart.

His face was suddenly extremely embarrassed, and Jing Huaizhi's words seemed to remind him again, don't play so much at this age.

Song Lang rolled his eyes for a long time and finally managed to get his eyeballs back, and his driver patted him on the back to give him relief.

"Mr. Song, how is Mrs. Song lately?" Jing Huaizhi lit a cigarette and bit it in his mouth and smiled lowly.

Song Lang touched the thinning hair at the top of his hair again, breathed heavily and replied: "Xiaojing, why don't you go to see Aunt Song if you are so concerned?" ”

When Zhuli heard this, she realized that the two had a relationship, and her hanging heart was put down.

Jing Huaizhi spit out a cloud of smoke and said with a sneer: "Who asked Aunt Song, I'm talking about your little wife." ”

His chin lifted slightly, and he shook out his ugliness with bad intentions.

"You ......" Song Lang gasped for breath, and his anger was suppressed by him.

Jing Huaizhi took the ashtray, extinguished the cigarette butt, and then poured a glass of wine, "Uncle Song, I was joking with you and your old man just now, I will definitely go for my sixtieth birthday." ”

"You haven't seen Yuzu for a long time, but she talks to me every day about seeing Grandpa Song."

Song Lang's face was a little better after hearing him mention Jing Yuyu, and he held the cup and shook it without drinking.

Qiao Jue immediately came out of the round, he quickly walked to Song Lang's side, poured him a cup of hot water, picked up the wine glass and saluted Jing Huaizhi.

"Mr. Jing, Mr. Song, I drank this glass of wine for him." His tone was gentle and respectful.

Song Lang nodded affirmatively and patted him: "The young man has a future." ”

Jing Huaizhi put his hand on one side, tapped twice and raised his eyebrows: "Manager Qiao, I'll toast you again, we haven't drunk alcohol since you joined the company." ”

Qiao Jue didn't dare to refuse, poured another cup and drank it to the bottom of the cup.

Toasts have always been back and forth, and the two of them completely ignored the existence of Zhuli and Song Lang.

The two men stood facing each other, you toast me, I toast you, and soon a bottle of whiskey had been drunk.

Zhuli Xiu eyebrows twisted out of displeasure, what are these two people doing, not to say how to leave Mr. Song and drink it by himself.

The driver standing behind Song Lang leaned down and whispered something in his ear, and Song Lang immediately got up: "Sorry for taking a step first." ”

He took the cane from the driver's hand and walked to the door of the private room.

Zhuli took the first step to block the door and opened her arms: "The matter of Mr. Song's cooperation ......"

She gritted her teeth and pleaded softly.

Song Lang's eyes were slightly condensed, and his face was tired: "Let's talk about cooperation." ”

Looking back at the two who were still drinking, he shook his head in disappointment.

"Don't, Song ......" Before Zhuli could finish speaking, his driver had already motioned for her to get out of the way.

Room 1028 on the 10th floor of Jufu Hotel.

The waiter helped Zhuli help the drunken two people in.

Qiao Jue was relatively honest after drinking, and he didn't do anything other than talk a little more.

On the other hand, looking at Jing Huaizhi, when Zhuli helped him into the door, he kept rubbing her head and blowing on her.

If it weren't for the waitress, she would have wanted to give him a kick.

Successfully helped both of them into the room, Takeri thanked the waiter at the door.

She smiled when she closed the door and looked at the two people lying on the bed again.

It took a lot of effort to push the two of them together, and then covered them with the quilt.

After making these bamboo pears, he clapped his hands with satisfaction: You will definitely thank me when you wake up tomorrow.

She squatted beside Jing Huaizhi and looked at him with her chin propped up.

"Who asked you to deliberately tease me today, if I had spoken earlier, there wouldn't have been so much trouble." She stood up and bent over to stare at the fine strands of hair on his forehead.

The long hair that hung down swept right onto Jing Huaizhi's nose, and he rolled over.

A smile tugged at Zhuli's lips as she pulled the quilt that only covered his waist.

"Good night." Her eyes lit up and her tone was delicate.

After returning home, she sent a message to Qiao Jue, the general content of which was that she could only wronged him tonight, and slept with Mr. Jing.

After sending the message, Zhuli put down the phone and looked up at the ceiling.

Is this project really out of play? This is the first project she handled after being discharged from the hospital, and she was a little unwilling to be so yellow.