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Ji Chuan took Liu Yueming to his seat with a calm expression, ignoring the dim eyes of everyone present, the moment Liu Yueming came in and saw them, he understood the meaning of the meal.

He is just a tool used by Ji Chuan to get back his position.

"Why," Du Sheng suppressed his anger, and said, "I'm going to the bureau to bring someone along, and not to introduce him?" The words were for Ji Chuan, but his eyes fell on Liu Yueming's face.

Ji Chuan chuckled, and said loudly: "Didn't Mr. Du know him? Didn't you use the project to force me to fire him last time? I think so. Mr. Du reminded me that the people I raise really shouldn't be in the company. It’s better to distinguish between public and private, and I have to thank Mr. Du.”

Du Sheng sneered: "You should thank me, if I hadn't taught you, he wouldn't have been able to serve Mr. Ji well, after all, I was his first customer," Du Sheng poured a full glass of wine, Using force with his fingers, he slid it in front of the silent Liu Yueming: "Don't just say thank you verbally, Mr. Ji, let your Qinger accompany the old customer to have a drink or two, how about it."

"Okay." Ji Chuan leaned his head on the seat, tapped his fingers on the table twice, his eyes were calm: "Liu Yueming, go and have a drink with your regular customer."

No one asked Liu Yueming if he would like to. Others at the table were watching a show, and the remaining two were insulting him with blunt knives. Liu Yueming raised his eyelids, picked up a glass full of white wine on the table, and pointed at Du Sheng With a gorgeous smile: "Thank you, Mr. Du. Without you, I, Liu Yueming, would not be here today. Today, I will drink as much as Mr. Du asks me to drink. I will definitely not spoil Mr. Du's happiness."

He raised his head and drank a glass of white wine.

Liu Yueming has a good capacity for alcohol. He used to work in a bar. In order to earn money, he also served as a bartender in a club. He knows how to make customers drink more and buy more. Today's meal, Du Sheng drank very happily. Drunken eyes patted Liu Yueming's face, and said meaningfully: "I thought you were a poor and stubborn child back then, just because I was married and would not follow me no matter how much money I gave, I didn't expect that I was wrong , You are so calculating, it has only been a few years to find such a next family, not bad, you have vision, Ji Chuan is a model of self-cleaning in the upper class circle, maybe you can really be a gray boy, ha ha."

Liu Yueming's face was flushed from drinking, but his eyes were terribly clear. He pretended to toast, approached Du Sheng's ear and opened his mouth, and sprayed warm breath on Du Sheng's neck. He said: "Mr. Du, thank you for giving me a pair of Eyes." He spoke very seriously, and after he finished speaking, he quickly sat up straight, raised his glass and continued to rush at Du Sheng, smiling brightly at everyone present.

Liu Yueming is always alone, he doesn't want to have too much communication with anyone in this world, he hates to expose himself in front of everyone, so for so many years he doesn't make friends, and he doesn't get too close to anyone, he doesn't want others to know He knew him well, when he was with Du Sheng, he seldom went out to eat with him, and he didn't like to meet his friends, but Du Sheng was very gentle at that time, he pampered Liu Yueming, bought him a suite, and said It is their home. Du Sheng seldom goes against Liu Yueming's wishes. Du Shengming is past his naive age, but he naively thinks that he and Liu Yueming can go on forever. He invites friends to come to his and Liu Yueming's home, saying that Liu Yueming is his love People, those friends, are in this box at this moment.

In the past, Liu Yueming was grateful to Du Sheng for extending his helping hand and giving him a pair of eyes. Until now, Liu Yueming is still grateful to Du Sheng.

It was already late at night, Ji Chuan took Liu Yueming away, he didn't eat anything for this meal, but drank a lot of wine, he got a headache, but he was not drunk, Ji Chuan didn't drink, and drove Liu Yueming home.

Although there was a lot of snow last night, there was not much snow on the streets. The cleaning efficiency of big cities should not be underestimated. In order to make it easier for citizens to travel, the snow has been processed to the same extent. The appearance, only the low temperature that makes people shiver uncontrollably.

Ji Chuan parked the car downstairs, obviously not wanting to go up, Liu Yueming understood, he opened the car window a gap, took a breath of the cold air that escaped, his mouth was full of alcohol.

"Mr. Ji, when will you come next time?" Liu Yueming leaned his head lightly on the car window, his expression was a little lazy. After drinking, his eyes were blurred and a little sexy.

Ji Chuan thought, no wonder he can make Du Sheng so obsessed, Liu Yueming is indeed very powerful.

"What?" Ji Chuan's voice was indifferent: "You just want me to fuck you?"

Liu Yueming blinked and smiled: "Yeah, being with you is something I dare not even think about. Since we are together, of course I must cherish it. You took me to the game today. That's good." Reputation can be regarded as ruined, and it can be regarded as investment, no matter what I do, I have to give you something in return, right?"

Ji Chuan glanced at him: "I have known you for so many years, but I really didn't know that you are a person with a glib tongue."

Liu Yueming chuckled, and slid his fingers lightly on Ji Chuan's legs: "I have more than this side, Mr. Ji, I will make you happy."

Ji Chuan neither agreed nor refused, Liu Yueming raised his eyebrows, and obediently got out of the car, he got out of the car, Ji Chuan stepped on the accelerator, and merged into the traffic flow, Liu Yueming stood in the cold wind and watched Ji Chuan leave.

His smile had long been restrained, his eyes were empty and lifeless, he lit a cigarette, and walked into the community while smoking.

Not long after, it began to snow again. The snow was so heavy that a thin layer slowly piled up on the ground, leaving a string of footprints.