If you ask for something, you are destined to be inferior to others.
Not to mention drinking a few glasses of white wine, even if pretending to be a grandson, Wei Wanyang can call the other party "Grandpa" without blushing or breathing!
"Mr. Ou said so, but it's shameful to me."
"Since Miss Wei is so sincere, if I don't appreciate it, it seems...I can't explain it. This old saying is so good, you have to be forgiven and forgive, and the enemy should be settled or not!"
The woman nodded: "This is the truth."
"But Qin Qin embarrassed me in front of so many people last time, and clamored for judicial proceedings and accused me of rape..."
"Hey! She is a little girl who has never seen the world. If you have a lot of them, don't care about her?"
The man's face was not interrupted at the slightest bit of irritation, and he didn't care that the high hat of "adults have a lot" was buttoned off, and he was properly tucked away. He just smiled and stared at the woman's handsome side face, his eyes gradually darkened.
Speaking of which, Wei Wanyang is also a great beauty.
Even if the simplest white shirt is worn on her, it exudes fatal sex all the time.
Compared with Qin Qin's little astringent fruit in her early twenties, Wei Wanyang is a ripe peach, which is delicious, juicy and fragrant. The most rare thing is that she is not too old, but she is amorous.
Ou Zhidong has collected many women, ranging from first-line actresses to small 18-line young models. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are "countless women". I have never seen Wei Wanyang's one—
Between a girl and a young woman, charming and youthful coexist.
"It doesn't matter," the man suddenly said, his voice dumbed twice, inexplicably obscure, "unless you can replace Qin Qin and spend the night with me."
The woman's smile was stagnant, and most of the liquor had leaked out, wet the back of her hand, and the coolness penetrated her pores and reached her heart, then spread to her limbs.
At a certain moment, Wei Wanyang wanted to slap the other person in the face, sneered twice, and walked away.
Like a proud and inviolable peacock.
But the reality is that Ou Zhidong holds Feiyang Entertainment in her hand. To complete the acquisition, she must pass this hurdle first!
If she missed this opportunity and the studio's development was blocked, then for a long time in the future, she would not be able to get rid of Song Gan's coercion, how could she regain the custody of Xiaole
So, she can't go, or even... can't refuse!
Ou Zhidong: "Since it's about this point, I won't be circumspect. If I stay tonight, the previous things will be wiped out. How about?"
No matter how much my heart is overwhelming, the face is still calm, Wei Wanyang: "Sorry, my hands slipped."
He said, wiped off the wine stains on his hand, took the wine bottle, filled it up again, and said to himself: "Ou has a lot of appetite, and I don't know if the amount of alcohol is proportional?"
There was a hint of interest in the man's eyes, faintly jumping with excitement: "Oh? Do you have any good suggestions?"
"Why don't we compare?"
"How to compare?"
"Of course, it's a cup-to-cup ratio, see who pours first. I pour it, let President Ou take care of it. But if..." She paused for a moment, raised her hand to the man's shoulder, leaned closer, and said softly, "You've fallen," You must promise me one condition."
Nephrite Wenxiang was in front of him, and the man's eyes still flashed a touch of vigilance: "What conditions?"
"I haven't thought about it for the time being. I will tell you when I think about it. It's like... in "The Legend of the Dragon Slayer", Zhao Min was like Zhang Wuji, thinking about it, I find it interesting!"
The man's brows tightened, as if hesitating, but he was a little moved when he said to Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji.
Wei Wanyang picked up the wine glass and handed it to the man, "Don't tell, don't you dare?"
"Huh! Excited me?"
The woman's face didn't have the slightest embarrassment and guilty conscience, but she smiled even more: "Yes, I just arouse you! So, what is the comparison or not?" The white fingertips pinched the wine glass, implying an invitation.
The man raised his hand and took it, "Okay! If it's better than anything else, I might still consider it, but in terms of drinking, Ou Zhidong has never lost anyone, so I am afraid that you will be the last person who can't stand it.
The woman raised her chin and made a look of gaze, "Don't talk too much, you will know after trying."
"Hahaha... I just like your hotness!"
Next, the table full of delicacies became a foil, and more and more bottles were emptied.
Ou Zhidong sipped the white wine in his glass with a smile, but his eyes were stuck to Wei Wanyang's face, and he moved to his neck from time to time, and went down.
By pouring the wine, she avoided it sideways, "Come on, President Ou, I will toast you again."
Twenty minutes later.
A thin layer of crimson appeared on the man's cheeks, and the wheeze increased. On the other hand, the woman's complexion was as usual, even paler than before she had not drunk.
Ou Zhidong was surprised, and the excitement in his eyes increased: "The amount of alcohol is good. It seems that there are really two brushes."
Wei Wanyang suppressed the vomiting in his belly, and said lightly: "Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to compare with you?"
The man's eyes darkened, "It's too troublesome to drink like this one by one, why don't we blow on the bottle?"
"Good." Accepted gladly.
Only then did Ou Zhidong really pay attention, seeing the woman's calm and composed appearance, his heart became more and more bottomless.
The newly opened Wuliangye, one bottle per person.
"Wan Yang, are you sure you want to continue to compare?"
"why not?"
The man's eyelids suddenly jumped, but he said with pity: "You, what is the best of women? You can kill half your life if you go down this bottle, and now it's too late to give up."
"Mr. Ou, if you say that, you are underestimating our women."
"..."
Wei Wanyang: "I'll do it first, and you can do it slowly." After saying this, he raised his head and poured violently.
The man’s eyes are splitting: "You!"
Xu was drunk, or eager to win, Ou Zhidong red eyes and started drinking.
The result was less than half a bottle, and he was already unconscious and fainted in his seat.
Upon seeing this, Wei Wanyang put down the wine bottle and pushed the man's shoulder, "Mr. Ou? Don't sleep, let's continue drinking..."
"No... Hiccup... Not coming..."
"How can this work? The winner has not yet been determined."
Her response was a snoring sound.
The woman took a long breath, suddenly her complexion changed, and she rushed out of the private room.
Covering his mouth, stumbled into the bathroom, and vomited on the washstand. The whole process lasted two minutes.
Wei Wanyang has a good amount of alcohol. In the first few years, in order to grab resources and build relationships, she did not go out to socialize. She had not a thousand dinners, but 800.
It is common to catch a few games in one night.
People who didn't drink a lot of alcohol, just practiced it little by little.
When the studio got on the right track and her reputation gradually increased, she slowly retreated to the second line.
Unexpectedly, today there is still a chance to re-emerge.
Wei Wanyang looked up at herself in the mirror, suddenly felt a little ridiculous.
Or is it... Sad
Fortunately, she won the bet, so everything is worth it.
Spit out a stale gas, full of alcohol. The woman stood up straight, pressed her abdomen, and vomited again with her throat.
He took a handful of cold water, washed his face, adjusted his emotions and facial expressions, and then left.
It's a pity that she still overestimated herself. After a while, the alcohol went straight to her forehead, and she began to feel dizzy with gold stars in front of her, and her hands and feet were also weak.
Only by holding on to the wall can you barely stand firm.
When she reached the corner, she rushed into a warm chest, the woman let out a muffled grunt, and the reaction force was about to fall back to the ground. At the moment of the moment, her long arms passed by, curling up the woman's slender waist. Once again, Wei Wanyang fell into that warm embrace again.
"Agan..." she whispered, entangled in her drunkenness, whispering like a lover.
Unfortunately, the man did not hear clearly.
He raised his hand to hook the woman's small chin, and then his gaze fell on the overly pale face.
With half-open and half-closed eyes, half-open and half-closed red lips, a strong smell of wine exudes from his breath, Song Gan's Adam's apple rolling, his eyes dark.
Wei Wanyang took advantage of the trend and grabbed the man's shoulders, entangled his hands with the nape of his neck, and closed them tightly.
"I might be... dreaming..."
He said, laughing to himself.
"Why do you still see you in your dreams?"
Song Gan: "..."
"It might... Hiccup... It's the legendary... The ghost will not go away, right?"
The man's face turned dark, "You stand up for me!"
"I can't stand, because—" She smiled crookedly, her tone of voice, "I am soft!"
Gee!
The man tightened his cheeks.
The hand holding her waist subconsciously forced.
"Hiss...you lighten it... it hurts me..."
A fire burst into Song Gan's eyes: "Wei Wanyang, you ran into it yourself."
After speaking, he took her to leave in a big stride, as if eager to achieve some goal, the fire burned and hurried.
When passing by a private room, the woman suddenly remembered something, and a woman struggled to break free from the embrace of the man, staggering and pushing the door.
"What are you doing?" Song Gan took a long leg and clasped her wrist.
"Let go! You let go!"
"Wei, Wan, Yang!"
"I want to get the bag! The bag—" she emphasized it twice.
The man twisted his eyebrows.
At this time, Wei Wanyang had already pushed the door open, walked to the original seat, and picked up the handbag.
Song Gan saw Ou Zhidong who was drinking and lying on the table, his eyes suddenly sharp, and his thoughts poured out cleanly.
"Go? Hmm... Why don't you go?" The woman glanced at him suspiciously.
"Wei Wanyang, first see who I am!" Song Gan gritted his teeth while clamping her thin shoulders with both hands.
"who are you?"
"Why, don't you know?" He picked up the half bottle of wine left on the table, raised it above his head, and turned his hand over.
Wei Wanyang exclaimed, a Ji Ling suddenly awake, "Song Gan, what are you going crazy?!"
"Now you recognize who I am?" With a sneer into his eyes, he pointed at Ou Zhidong, who was unconscious like a dead pig, and said, "Are you going to sleep with him so drunkly?"
The woman's complexion changed drastically.
Song Gan Mulu mocked: "Do you think that by using your body as a bargaining chip and beauty as a bait, you can let the surnamed Ou let go and agree to the acquisition?"
"Shut up, you don't know anything!"
"Yeah, I really didn't know you could be so cheap! Wei Wanyang, a dirty woman like you is not worthy of being a mother at all!"
"Why do you have the right to say such a thing? Song Gan, why are you?!"
"On the basis that Xiaole is my son, and you are Xiaole's biological mother! If you can, any woman is fine, so why is it you?"
The woman's pale face turned pale in an instant.
"Do you want to fly for entertainment? I advise you to die as soon as possible so that you don't get bloodshed!"
"threaten me?"
"Wrong! This is a reminder and a piece of advice."
"Heh... Songgan, put away your fake kindness, I don't need it!"
The man's eyebrows tightened: "You woman... I don't know what is good or bad."
"Are you afraid that I will complete the acquisition and will no longer be threatened by you from now on, and take back Xiaole, right?"
"It's up to you?" Song Gan looked at her from head to toe, his contempt was obvious.
"Anyway," Wei Wanyang took a deep breath, a dark light flashed across his eyes, "Flying Entertainment must be mine in the end!"
Ambition is bound to win.
Song Gan raised his eyebrows, and suddenly felt that the woman in front of him was far from the timid girl in his mind.
Sure enough, time can change everything, and it can also pollute everything.
"It's useless, you can't beat her." Abandoning such a meaningful sentence, the man turned and left.
Wei Wanyang was stunned in place, his brain after alcohol fermentation was extremely dull, and it took a while before he could react: "She/he? Who is it?"
…
Qihang College, Class C, Human Resources Course.
"What did you say about Feiyang Entertainment last time?" Shen Hou suddenly said while copying his notes.
Miao Miao paused, staring at the blackboard, but whispered: "After Song Rin's death, Ou Zhidong became the company's largest shareholder. In addition, he is usually responsible for daily operations. Today Feiyang Entertainment has become his voice. By the way, I also checked the Miss Wei’s studio. It was quite interesting."
"What an interesting way? Let's hear it."
"Originally, her studio was developing well and was well-known in the industry, but a month ago, Xiaohuadan and Xiaoxianrou, who were supporting the facade, changed jobs at the same time. Not only did they take away a lot of resources, they also stepped back. Looking down the line, I found that the man behind the ghost was actually Song Rin's brother!"
"Song Gan?" Shen Hou raised his eyebrows.
"Yes! It's him!" Miao Miao bit her pen, puzzled. "You said, Song Gan is also the president of MT Finance anyway, why should he not deal with a small studio?"
"There are no more than two reasons."
Miao Miao's eyes lit up, making a respectful look.
Shen Hou: "Either for profit or for affection. The former is for public and the latter is for private."
Miao Miao seems to have some understanding: "From a common sense, the interests of the financial circle should not have much to do with the entertainment circle. What's more, it's just a studio. There is no need to use such ugly methods to intimidate and intimidate. Then, It can only be-for affection!" After speaking the last two words, she took a breath.
Shen Hou suddenly felt funny: "Does it need to be so surprised?"
"I seem to have eaten a big melon."
"Yes," Shen Hou curled his lips, "Miss Wei, it's really not easy at all."
Miaomiao swallowed, why did she feel that the boss smile seemed to make trouble
…
Knock—
Song Gan: "Come in."
Secretary: "Mr. Song, there is a lady who calls herself Shen, I want to discuss business with you."
"The last name is Shen?"
"Yes, Shen Hou. She also said that you may not know her, but there is a name that is never unfamiliar-Chu Yujiang."
Song Gan's complexion changed slightly: "Where is she?"
"In the small meeting room."
…
The moment the door opened, the woman who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window looking out also turned around.
"Meeting for the first time, hello, my name is Shen Hou."
Song Gan shook his hand back: "Hello." He looked closely.