Following.

Operation Department of Qisi Group.

"Manager Qiao, can you give me Mr. Song's contact information?" Zhuli hesitated for a long time and stumbled into Qiao Jue's office.

Qiao Jue drank too much yesterday and may not have slept well, so he is tired today.

He lowered his head and rubbed his eyebrows: "Zhuli, you don't have to worry about cooperating with Mr. Song." ”

"I'll look for another investor." Qiao Jue's tiredness hit his heart, and he seemed to have no strength to speak.

The reason why Qiao Jue chose to cooperate with Song Lang was that in addition to hoping that the advertising fee for the large screen could be discounted, he also thought that he could invest some money in this new product.

As a result, the bamboo basket was empty.

Zhuli's eyes dimmed a little, no matter how she said that she had an unshirkable responsibility for the failure of this cooperation.

"Manager Qiao, I want to give Mr. Song another call." She looked up and said leisurely.

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Paradise Hall of Jufu Hotel.

Takeri glanced at the time on the phone screen and straightened her clothes.

She wore a long black tight dress today, and the skirt was tightened just at the waist, making her waist appear softer and slender.

The hair is curled into waves, and the makeup is surprisingly thick, all thanks to Ren Xingyan.

Takeri vividly remembers that she was pushed in front of the mirror and almost didn't recognize herself.

Suddenly, the door to the private room opened.

Song Lang looked around the private room on crutches, and then came in with a slightly difficult step.

"Mr. Song." Zhuli quickly got up and ran to him, leading him to sit down in a posture of support.

After Song Lang sat down, the driver took the crutches in his hand and retreated behind him.

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity." There was a smile in her voice, and she lowered her voice.

"Miss Bamboo, huh?" Song Langpi didn't smile and hooked his lips viciously.

Then he stretched out his palm and put it on Zhuli's bent waist, and his movements were very ambiguous.

Zhuli's face paused, but she chose to endure it for the time being.

"Yes, Mr. Song, thank you for remembering me, I am indeed ......" she stopped halfway through her speech.

Go around to the other side of the table and pour him the wine you had prepared.

poured himself full again, and raised his glass: "Mr. Song, if you offend me a lot yesterday, I will punish myself three cups first." ”

She drank three glasses in a row, put down the glass, and looked at him steadily.

Sure enough, a smile began to appear on Song Lang's face, and he beckoned to her: "Sit down, Miss Zhu." ”

Takeri pretended to be unsteady on the soles of her feet and staggered over.

Fortunately, she replaced the wine she drank with water in advance, and sprayed alcohol on her body.

Although it was the same last night, I hope it doesn't get caught by him.

Song Lang hugged her shoulder: "It's not that I don't want to cooperate with you, it's that Mr. Jing of your company doesn't want to cooperate with me." ”

As he spoke, he rubbed the oil on Zhu Li's body with his greasy and short hand.

Even though she was constantly nagging in her heart, her face was still extremely calm.

Zhuli knew that this old fox deliberately put all the reasons for refusal on Jing Huaizhi, which meant that even if he accompanied him to this meal, it would be impossible to cooperate.

"Unless ......" Just as Zhuli was still analyzing his last sentence, Song Lang opened his mouth again.

It's just that he deliberately only said half of the words, and his eyes scanned up and down on her for the second half of the time.

"Mr. Song, I understand what you said, you wait for me for a while, and I'll do it." She smiled knowingly and behaved very generously.

Song Lang rarely met such a happy and well-informed person, holding a wine glass: "Then Song will wait for good news." ”

His stubby fingers brushed the top of his sparse hair again, and his eyes narrowed into a line, as if he was going to eat her clean.

The smile on Takeri's face was still the same, but it suddenly disappeared the moment she turned around.

It wasn't until the door of the Heavenly Hall was closed that Takeri took out a wet towel from his pocket and carefully wiped his fingers, cheeks, and neck.

"As long as the contract is signed, it's fine." She muttered to herself.

When she returned from the bathroom, she was about to push open the door of the private room again, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

Jing Huaizhi?

A crack opened in the door of the Zhulu Hall, and through this gap, Takeri clearly saw a graceful woman sitting across from him.

This woman is not Jiang Xiaowan, she wants to get closer but is afraid of being discovered, so she can only give up.

"Mr. Song has been waiting for a long time." Zhuli regained her flattering smile when she entered the door, and twisted to his side in the posture of Jiang Xiaowan's daily walking.

Song Lang's eyes were dazzled, and his hands rubbed and rubbed between the waistbands of his trousers.

She pinched a room card between her two fingers and pushed it to him: "Mr. Song, the contract ......"

Zhuli's voice was soft and glutinous, and Song Lang was even more intoxicated when he listened.

"No problem, of course!" Song Lang pursed his lips as he spoke.

She rolled her eyes in her heart, moved her body slightly, dodged, and pushed the contract in front of him.

"Sign it now, after all, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, right, Mr. Song."

Takeri Meimu hooked slightly, and her slender hand stopped at his chest.

It made Song Lang's heart itch and he drank wine again, and signed without saying a word.

Deer Hall.

Jing Huaizhi leaned back on the seat with an arrogant expression: "Didn't you say that there is something I'm interested in?" ”

His eyebrows were deep, and it was clear that he didn't take the woman across from him seriously.

Leng Zhirou hung her head delicately and pretended to be casual but very casual to make her head.

"Huaizhi, as long as you help me get rid of Song Lang's control, I am willing to do anything for you."

"Even if you make me ......," Leng Zhirou raised her beautiful face and stared at him.

Jing Huaizhi smiled disdainfully: "I'm willing to do anything for me, I'm tired of hearing this." ”

Leng Zhirou looked a little flustered, she thought that Jing Huaizhi would be able to help her in their old relationship, but there was still no chance?

......

"Mr. Song, slow down." Zhuli dragged the drunken Song Lang to the open room.

His driver was also very discerning and went back to the car to wait, and did not follow the two upstairs together.

"Miss Zhu, I must let you see how good I am tonight." Song Lang waved his arms, and his tone was elongated and slow.

Room 1223.

Zhuli threw Song Lang on the bed and kicked him by the way: "Mr. Song, I didn't mean it. ”

There was a wicked smile on the corner of her mouth, and she faked an apology.

Song Lang crawled on the bed without moving or squeaking.

Deer Hall.

Leng Zhirou received a strange text message, and her brows furrowed imperceptibly: "I'm sorry, Huaizhi, I left beforehand." ”

At the end of the corridor of the hotel room, Takeri looked at a woman standing at the door of room 1223, and it didn't take long for the woman to enter.

She had a hearty smile on her face and joy on her eyebrows.

When he turned around again, his forehead hit a wall of flesh, and even bounced back, and the back of his head almost hit the wall behind him.

Fortunately, it was held up by a pair of bony hands.

She raised her eyebrows, and a faint male voice came from above her head: "Are you going to sell yourself?" ”

"Huh?" Takeri raised her head and met the man's eye.

Jing Huaizhi's leaning over and lazy eyes glanced back and forth from under her, seeing her blush and heartbeat.

"Boss, you're joking, how can I have that kind of ability." She tugged at the corners of her mouth, and her tone was secretly self-deprecating.