Shen Hou: "I'm looking for someone."
"Are you... the lady who answered the phone?"
She raised her eyebrows, calmly looked at the person in front of her several times, and nodded: "It's me."
"Thank God, you are finally here!"
The bar is not big and there is no private room. Shen Qian is really drunk. Once let go, he can soften on the ground like mud. There is really no way he can but drag him into the utility room next to him, where there is a bed to lie down.
"... I usually take a nap there, and the sheets and quilts are often changed and they are very clean." He explained that he was afraid that Shen Hun would have any comments.
"Thank you, please take me over."
"Okay, go this way..."
He bypassed the bar, crossed the dance floor, walked to the end and turned right, and finally stopped in front of a small door.
"It's here, the door is unlocked, you can go in by yourself, I'm the only one in the shop, you have to go to the front to watch, and you can't wait too long."
"it is good."
The man walked away quickly, and Shen Hun put on the doorknob and pushed it gently.
The small space is clear at a glance, except for a single bed and a chair, there is no room for anything else.
And Shen Qian, the president of Tangtang Tianshui Real Estate and the CEO of Mingda Group, is now lying on the bed. Because he is too narrow, his long legs can only be placed diagonally on the edge of the bed.
His eyes were closed tightly, and his cheeks were red.
The white shirt that was ironed when he went out was crumpled on him at this time. The air was filled with the strong smell of alcohol and smoke, mixed with the damp and moldy smell of this room, and there was a kind of indescribable depression and decadent.
Shen Wei walked over and kicked his tight calf: "Get up."
The man grumbled and didn't move.
"I'll get you up!" Another kick, this time with seven points of effort, again with pointed high heels, the man's eating pain, his eyebrows tightened.
He put his leg back and wanted to turn over, but because the bed was too small, he never succeeded.
Such Shen Qian is stubborn and funny, like a kid who can't get his favorite toy.
Shen Hou was angry and funny, and at the same time showed suspicion.
Is he really drunk or fake
You know, Shen Qian in his previous life never allowed himself to get drunk no matter what kind of wine or dinner he attended.
Even if others fell, he still maintained his sanity.
Calm to the extreme, has gone far beyond the scope of caution, more like a... restraint.
After drinking so much alcohol, his body's instinctive reaction was drunk, downside, and nonsense. He wanted to do this, and his instinct also drove him to indulge, but his super self-control did not allow him to lose his attitude in front of others.
For so many years, Shen Hun had never seen him drunk.
Such people often have an extremely cold brain and an extremely cold heart.
Only in this way can you gain absolute control over your behavior, even if you force yourself to be forced by the spirit of destruction, you will not hesitate to do so.
Will such a Shen Qian be drunk
But on second thoughts, this life can't be completely equal to the previous life, and besides, coming to a bar to drink in broad daylight is not like his style.
This kind of behavior broke away from the definition of "Shen Qian" from the beginning, and "drunk" seemed nothing strange.
Shen Hun walked to the bed, the narrow space gave people an endless sense of constriction.
She looked condescendingly at the "drunk" in front of her, and suddenly spoke—
"Whether you are really drunk or pretending to be drunk, only this time, not as an example."
In the end, Shen Hou and the young man got Shen Qian into the taxi.
"Huh—" Chang Shu breathed out, too tired.
Shen Hou: "Thank you."
The man waved his hand, sweating like a note: "You're welcome."
Shen Wei handed him one hundred yuan.
"?"
"tip."
The young man couldn't laugh or cry: "No, don't hesitate. Besides, have you ever seen any boss who tipped it? It's too cheap, cough cough..."
"boss?"
"I am the waiter, bartender, singer-in-residence and owner of this bar."
"..."
People don't want it, and Shen Hou didn't cram it.
After returning to the hotel at four o'clock in the afternoon, Shen Hun asked two security guards to carry him in, leaving one of them to help him change his clothes by the way.
Twisting the hot towel, Shen Hou sent the Buddha to the west and wiped his face clean.
Then he pulled the quilt and covered it, and left.
The next second, someone grabbed her wrist suddenly, she turned her head, but saw the man's eyes closed and unconsciously drunk, but firmly clasped her wrist, and muttered: "Don't go..."
Shen Wei's eyes remained unchanged, and he pulled his wrist away from his palm little by little. In the process, the man seemed to notice and tightened his strength.
The woman was unmoved, he used force, she also used force, and finally broke free.
She stood by the bed and looked at the man with complicated eyes. Suddenly, her gaze was certain, and she saw the man's closed left eye slowly slip a drop of crystal, and disappeared into the hair along the sideburns.
The lips shook, but no sound came out, but the mouth shape was vaguely discernible—
What he said is: Don’t go...
Shen Hou: "When you wake up, you won't say that."
Click!
Pressing the switch, the room darkened, and she drew the curtains before she left.
Soon, there was the sound of closing the door.
In the dimness, the man still closed his eyes tightly. At this time, the wine was gone, the blush on the cheeks faded, and was replaced by two tragic paleness.
After sleeping, I forgot everything...
Shen Hun returned to her room to find that Shen Qian's cell phone was still in her bag.
The lock screen pattern comes with the phone when it leaves the factory, and there is no unlock password. The page is clean. Except for the built-in APP, all the rest is office software.
I accidentally touched the "call history" in the lower right corner between my fingers, the page pops up, and the one at the top is—
婠婠.
Look at the brackets at the back... 32!
When did Shen Qian call her thirty-two calls
Shen Chen was a little dazed.
Take out your mobile phone, and there is no reminder of missed calls.
But the bright 32 is not an illusion, then there is only one possibility—
Shen Qian dialed her number, but hung up quickly before the beep was heard.
Thirty-two!
What is he thinking
Shen Hun felt that he didn't know him anymore, no matter the previous life or this life, hesitation might still appear on Shen Qian's face, but the entanglement never happened.
He is cautious and steady, but not indecisive.
Shen Hou frowned, she didn't like this feeling.
I don't like it very much!
…
Shen Qian slept until seven o'clock in the evening. When he sat up, his head still ached, but he was at least awake.
He reached out to grab the bedside table on the left, but did not touch the phone.
In a blink of an eye, he saw it on the bedside table on the right, and he was slightly startled.
He was used to using his left hand when he was a child, and he was left-handed. Although he corrected it later, some small habits remained unchanged. For example, he likes to put the left side table on the small things like mobile phones and tie clips.
Therefore, this must not have been released by him.
Even if you are drunk, your subconscious habits will not change.
Then only...
Shen Hou!
Knock knock—
There was a knock on the door.
He lifted the quilt, got out of bed, turned on the light, and then went to open the door.
I thought it was room service, or the people in Yonglin, but I didn’t expect it to be...
"Houhou?"
Shen Qian paused, and to make sure it was not an illusion, he blinked his eyes severely.
"Wake up?" She said lightly.
"... I woke up." After a long time, he replied.
"Now at seven and five, we still have fifty-five minutes." She looked at the dial on her wrist.
"?"
"At eight o'clock tonight, the signing reception between Yonglin and Mingda."
The man's pupils suddenly turned back. If she didn't mention it, Shen Qian would really forget it.
For the lunch at noon, the two parties initially signed an agreement, but the formal contract will be completed at the reception tonight.
"Are you going?" Shen Qian discovered that she was wearing a long evening dress, a charming burgundy dress, with a simple style, but the tailoring was concealed. She folds and tightens her chest, waist and buttocks. The design features high slits on the hypotenuse, and the snow-white thighs are looming.
The memory still lingers in the first time she set foot in Shen's house, wearing a white cotton skirt. Nowadays, she changed her heavy makeup to light makeup, and the red skirt replaced the white one, but it still made him excited.
Shen Hou: "One of us is the president of Mingda and the other is the CEO. Isn't it appropriate?"
She can be absent from the bidding meeting and not going to the dinner, but she must show up at the reception tonight. This is the best time for Mingda to fight for face. Of course, it is also a way for her to consolidate her position.
To put it simply, she doesn't need to run errands and let Shen Qian lead the team to death, but she must be present when the fruits of victory are harvested.
Shen Qian could see through what she was thinking at a glance, but didn't feel angry at all, and even had an inexplicable excitement.
At that wine game, he couldn't help her...
You can't make up for it and condone it too much.
At least, she is still willing to ask him for it, because she is afraid that she is not interested in anything, and he will be useless by then.
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Two more three thousand words sent, please feed the fish!
The answer to the previous question is-A! Brother Zha is really drunk.
Here comes the new question:
Will Liu Ye appear at the dinner party
A. Yes; B. No