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"What if some big shot takes a fancy to me?" She stretched out her finger and lightly brushed the cigarette ash on Song Weiyi's suit jacket, "Will Mr. Song let me go to him?"

"Why not?"

Qiao Zhichu was startled, half blaming and half resentful: "You really have no mercy at all, so heartless. Before giving it to others, don't you even try it yourself first?"

Song Weiyi came closer, his breath brushing against her cheek lightly: "I'm afraid that if I taste it, I won't be able to give it up."

"Isn't that good?"

"It's just," Song Weiyi chuckled, his eyes falling in front of her, "I've never been interested in women with A cups."

Qiao Zhichu bit her lower lip, feeling a little annoyed.

But she straightened her upper body and said, "The A you estimated visually is not accurate."

"B isn't interested either."

"I just understood Mr. Song's taste," Qiao Zhichu said, "Is it too late for me to go to Long now?"

"Just because I don't like it doesn't mean others don't like it." Song Weiyi turned around, "There will always be people who like this about you."

"But it's a pity that you don't like me."

"Behave yourself tonight." He put out his cigarette and walked out quickly.

The dinner was held in a luxurious box of a five-star hotel.

Seats are full.

"Mr. Song," someone asked, "I've never seen the person next to you before."

He replied calmly, "A new secretary."

As he said this, he glanced at Qiao Zhichu and said with a half-smile: "Go, everyone toasts on my behalf."

"Boss Song brought someone who can drink."

"That won't work. How can you cheat?"

"And he brought a delicate beauty with him. Then he will accuse us of bullying others."

"Delicate?" Song Weiyi turned the wine glass in his hand, "This is a prickly cactus."

Qiao Zhichu picked up the wine glass and stood up: "Please take care of me, everyone. Mr. Song is weak and can't drink, so I will do it for you."

Weak?

Which aspect is weak?

This is an interesting statement.

Song Weiyi didn't take it seriously. This woman was very vindictive.

He said her cup size was A, but she had to tell him he was weak to vent her anger.

He smiled without saying anything, looking at Qiao Zhichu's figure.

She started from the person on the right and drank the whole cup in one gulp each time.

No matter whether the other party hands you red wine, white wine or beer.

After toasting for a while, Qiao Zhichu was already a little drunk and her steps were unsteady.

Some people rubbed her, touched her hands, had intentional physical contact with her, and made her drink, and she could handle it all.

Until Qiao Zhichu walked up to the fat and big-eared man in his forties, who was called "Mr. Sun" by everyone.

"Mr. Sun," she said, "I toast to you on behalf of Mr. Song."

After she finished drinking, Mr. Sun stopped her and said, "Wait, you toasted me on behalf of Mr. Song, but you didn't toast yourself?"

Qiao Zhichu smiled and said, "Okay, I'll toast to Mr. Sun as well."

She filled her glass again and was about to drink when Mr. Sun said, "It's boring to drink too much like this. Do you know how to drink the wedding wine?"

Qiao Zhichu's smile froze.

Mr. Sun had already stood up, holding the wine in one hand and reaching for her hips with the other.

"Boss Sun," Qiao Zhichu stepped back and avoided him. "There are so many people here, and I'm only drinking with you. This is a bit unreasonable."

Mr. Sun smiled and said, "Mr. Song doesn't mind, right?"

Song Weiyi was eating with his head down. When he heard this, he didn't even raise his eyes: "Just whatever you want."

This means handing Qiao Zhichu over.

Mr. Sun suddenly became even more unscrupulous, and the fat on his face piled up together: "Listen, come on."