The rich and powerful family: Leng Shao, please don't tease!

Before stepping into the golden splendor, Lin Weiwei was full of confidence.

During the years when Lin worked, there were social gatherings and departmental dinners, and every night before going to bed, he would drink a glass of red wine to help him sleep, so Lin Weiwei's drinking capacity is very good.

Self-proclaimed that she won't get drunk, Lin Weiwei has no worries about being the director of the public relations department.

But at this moment, Lin Weiwei realized that the reality was not as optimistic as she imagined.

Her soul is Lin Weiwei, but her body is Ling Weiwei, and the original owner's drinking capacity is simply too bad to complain about.

"Hey, you organize a game every day, what kind of game is it? Your drinking capacity is really bad..."

After patting her face a few times, Lin Weiwei looked helpless.

As a last resort, she could only use the trick of inducing vomiting, and then come out of the bathroom, Lin Weiwei felt that it was only a little bit better than before.

Forget it, let's quickly end the dinner, go upstairs and find a private room, and let those princesses play their specialties.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Weiwei returned to the private room calmly.

As soon as the door was pushed open, I heard the faces of those men flushed with excitement. Under the bright lights, those faces made Lin Weiwei sick for no reason.

"This glass of wine, I respect all the ministers. After drinking, let's go upstairs. I've booked the best private room. We can sing K, dance, dance, and guess punches. Let's all have a good time, okay?"

Lin Weiwei picked up the wine glass and said with a smile.

"Director Ling, what can I do?"

Director Liao of the advertising department of the TV station smiled and waved his hand, pointing to the people around him, "There are so many people, you dismissed us with a glass of wine? What's the matter, you have to drink a glass alone, right?"

"That's right, that's right, Director Ling took office as a new official today, we also have to respect Director Ling, it's better to separate to show how much we attach importance to Director Ling."

Listening to the sound to discern the meaning, someone immediately spoke up, and even the assistant who got up to toast Lin Weiwei was dismissed half-seriously and half-jokingly by those people.

Sighing inwardly, Lin Weiwei poured the wine and toasted Minister Liao, "Minister Liao..."

As soon as he spoke, he saw the middle-aged man waving at Lin Weiwei, "Weiwei, there are so many people, I can't hear what you say, come here, let's talk face to face, drink wine face to face..."

Gritting his teeth, Lin smiled slightly and walked over.

Seeing Minister Liao's big fat hand stretched out, Lin Weiwei stopped at a place where he couldn't reach it.

Minister Liao's eyes straightened.

She is a beauty from a distance, but even more ecstasy from a closer look. The young woman in front of her is wearing a small black dress, her chest is full/full/full, and her waist is too thin to hold. Whenever she thinks about some kind of exercise, it will make people nose bleed It's about to squirt out.

"Director Ling, this is how I think about advertising in the second half of the year..."

Minister Liao threw out the bait, stood up and walked towards Lin Weiwei.

At the same time, in the box not far away, Leng Jinran watched the bustling scene of wine and wine in front of him, but his heart was extremely irritable.

Ling Weiwei started working at Ling's today, and became the director of the public relations department. Leng Jinran only learned about it from Ming Chuan just now.

Knowing that this was Zhao Qing's intention, and that Ling's public relations department still has a duplicitous guy like He Lian, Leng Jinran was not surprised why Ling Weiwei appeared here.

Thinking of her as a girl, surrounded by those beasts in costumes from the TV station, Leng Jinran felt an inexplicable feeling of irritability in her heart.

The haunting fragrance filled the tip of her nose again, imagining the scene of those people's greasy and dirty hands covering Ling Weiwei's shoulders, waist or buttocks, Leng Jinran couldn't sit still anymore.

Leng Jinran, who slammed the door and left in the dumbfounded silence, didn't realize what she had done until she went out.

Hurrying all the way to Lin Weiwei's private room, Leng Jinran felt that he was still not strong enough.