The president's pet daughter

After Ling Zhaozhao left, Song Mingzhe couldn't help but feel empty around him.

People who came here to attend the banquet knew that they were not only here to eat, but more importantly, to make contacts, so their family members left the restaurant automatically after finishing their meal.

For a while, the dining room became a living room.

With Chi Jiaxu not around, Song Mingzhe became the target of everyone's curry favor.

Many of the people invited to the banquet had business partners who had always been friends with the Song family, so Song Mingzhe was not too indifferent to their overtures, and would even take a sip from time to time.

Everyone also knew Song Mingzhe's temper, and also understood the principle of accepting what he saw, so they usually turned to Shen Zhihe after saying a few polite words.

After all, the strength of the Shen family should not be underestimated.

Shen Zhihe had no scruples and had a good drink.

There were not a few people who praised him, and he accepted all the toasts he gave, so it didn't take long for him to blush and thicken his neck.

"No, no, I'm drunk, I have to go to the guest room to have a rest."

Shen Zhihe put down his wine glass, and the servant at the side stepped forward to support him in a timely manner.

Shen Zhihe staggered to the back of Song Mingzhe and patted him on the shoulder.

"Good nephew, don't tell your aunt that I drank so much, or she will definitely scold me."

Shen Zhihe hiccupped while talking, the strong smell of alcohol on his body made Song Mingzhe frown slightly.

"Got it, uncle."

When Shen Zhihe heard Song Mingzhe's words, a gleam of light flashed in his slightly downcast eyes, and he was helped away by the servant in satisfaction.

Song Mingzhe looked at Shen Zhihe's swaying but steady steps, and couldn't help pursing his lips.

His uncle pretended to be drunk again.

The Shen family is naturally good at drinking, at least in Song Mingzhe's memory, Shen Zhihe never got drunk.

It's just that the man was half drunk, and the act made people cry. Every time Shen Zhihe didn't want to socialize, he would pretend to be drunk.

Those words just now were also implying that Song Mingzhe would take care of Zhou Qing more, and it would be best to call Zhou Qing to accompany him.

The more Song Mingzhe thought about it, the more he felt that Shen Zhihe's abacus was about to collapse on his face.

He raised his hand to look at his watch, and silently counted the time when Ling Zhaozhao and Zhou Qing would go out, thinking about what excuse to leave later.

"Mr. Song is really young and promising. It's no wonder Mr. Song can trust you to take care of such a large property. You will support us a lot in the future."

Before Song Mingzhe could figure it out, another glass of wine was handed to Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe looked up and saw that he was a business partner with the Song family, so he raised his glass to accept his toast.

With this person starting, those who wanted to toast Song Mingzhe couldn't help but start to move.

After all, Song Mingzhe had always kept a low profile in the past, and if he wanted to curry favor with him, he might not be able to find a way out. Now this banquet is undoubtedly the best time for them to show their faces in front of Song Mingzhe.

"Mr. Song's popularity really makes people jealous, which makes me think this is in the Song family."

Chi Jiaxu's cool words stood out from the hot praise, no matter how you heard it, there was a sense of irony.

The people who were vainly trying to impress Song Mingzhe couldn't help but calm down instantly, and couldn't help but look at each other, not knowing what to do.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see Chi Jiaxu's displeasure. After all, this was a banquet held by the Chi family, and they kept trying to curry favor with the Song family, so it was inevitable that Chi Jiaxu had something in his heart.

But Chi Jiaxu didn't come down for a long time, and they couldn't just sit around and do nothing.

Chi Jiaxu's behavior like this is a bit too glass-hearted.

Chi Jiaxu's cold eyes swept across the faces of everyone who had their own thoughts, which inevitably made people feel fearful.

Finally, his eyes fell on Song Mingzhe.

"President Song, what do you think?"

Song Mingzhe frowned impatiently when asked.

What does he think?

If he couldn't get used to so many people flattering him, Chi Jiaxu should have come down early in the morning, instead of waiting until he accidentally overwhelmed the guest, and then hypocritically asked him what he thought.

Song Mingzhe glanced at Chi Jiaxu calmly, opening and closing his thin lips.

"Then I'll leave, and we'll meet again next time we have a chance."

When Chi Jiaxu saw that Song Mingzhe was so popular, he couldn't help but feel a little distorted. Asking these words was purely because he was unhappy and wanted to unilaterally respond to Song Mingzhe.

He thought that Song Mingzhe's temperament would choose silence, but he didn't expect to propose to leave so simply and neatly.

Thinking of the big plan he hadn't completed yet, Chi Jiaxu couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

"President Song, I just made a little joke just now, don't take it to heart."

While Chi Jiaxu tried his best to smooth things over, he complained silently in his heart.

There are two kinds of people who can't sleep in the same bed. What's the difference between Song Mingzhe's behavior of hitting a straight ball just now and what Ling Zhaozhao said at the dinner table just now?

These two couples know how to embarrass people.

Seeing Chi Jiaxu's expression changed, Song Mingzhe couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

He really hoped to break up with Chi Jiaxu just like this, and take Ling Zhaozhao home logically.

Otherwise, it would be too boring to stay here.

"No, it's my fault, let me go."

Song Mingzhe said sincerely.

He really wants to leave.

When Chi Jiaxu heard Song Mingzhe's words, his face became colorful.

The mood is also very complicated.

The two of them are talking here, and the others are not good at speaking, so they can only quietly stand in front of a background board.

"Boss Song is really born with a sense of humor. I almost believed it just now."

Chi Jiaxu laughed a few times, wanting to try his best to keep Song Mingzhe, but seeing that no one picked up on him, the smile on his face became stiffer.

"Everyone will inevitably feel bored here, and I will also arrange some fun, I hope everyone will have a good time."

Chi Jiaxu quickly changed the subject, fearing that Song Mingzhe would really leave if he continued.

He clapped his hands, and many fair-skinned and beautiful women flooded into the restaurant instantly.

These women have good looks and hot bodies, and they look like they have been trained when they frown and smile.

They tactfully stepped in and sat next to everyone.

Different from others, Song Mingzhe arranged two women with different temperaments.

One looks pure and the other looks charming.

They glanced at Chi Jiaxu, and after getting Chi Jiaxu's permission, they wanted to sit on both sides of Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe pressed the bridge of his nose, only to feel that the smell of their perfume was too pungent.

What did Chi Jiaxu want to do by arranging these rouge vulgar fans for him?

Do you want to disgust him, or disgust him?

"President Song..."

Chi Jiaxu watched Song Mingzhe being pinched from left to right, a smile appeared on his lips, and he spoke slowly.

Unexpectedly, Song Mingzhe interrupted him directly.