Calculation of thousands of cities

The banquet on the second night came soon, and Bai Qiancheng attended the banquet as Mo Yao's secretary, and at best he was helping the other party hold back the wine.

It's almost never seen Mo Yao get drunk or even dipped in alcohol. That guy seems to have an extreme aversion to alcohol, and he would raise his brows after taking a sip.

So such a heavy responsibility was entrusted to Bai Qiancheng.

If the position is lower than his own, he usually just takes a sip of wine with a glass, and only when he meets the president or... the chairman of the board, he will drink it down.

Bai Qiancheng hated this kind of entertainment, but he couldn't bear it after a few compliments, and just wanted to go outside to breathe.

Just thinking that the balcony of the dinner party has always been a troublesome place for him, and there is Mo Yao next to him, Bai Qiancheng can only think about it and then back away.

However, at that moment, a slender and straight man in a black suit appeared in Bai Qiancheng's sight.

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

Sure enough, as soon as the man noticed him, he "drives away" the person next to him who wanted to have a relationship with him, picked up the wine glass and walked straight towards Bai Qiancheng.

There was a trace of provocation in those eyes.

"Congratulations, Director Mo." Wen Qi raised his wine glass to signal Mo Yao, with unknown emotions in his eyes, but he kept staring at Bai Qiancheng beside Mo Yao.

There are thousands of meanings of congratulations, no matter how they sound, they all sound like congratulations to Mo Yao for his survival after the yacht accident.

Bai Qiancheng also raised his wine glass, and retorted indifferently: "Thank you very much, and Mr. Bai also congratulates Director Wen."

Congratulations to Dong Wen... for being cleared of murdering his father.

Wen Qi's eyes became colder when he heard this, and he stared at Bai Qiancheng, but the corners of his mouth curled up even more.

"Mo has been in poor health recently, I'm afraid I won't be able to have the honor to toast with Wen Dong." Mo Yao said in a slightly regretful tone, obviously not paying attention to Cai Wenqi's cynicism at all.

Bai Qiancheng raised his wine glass and signaled to help Mo Yao, his eyes fixed on Wen Qi: "Can you?"

Wen Qi shrugged, saying that he didn't mind.

The glass wine glasses collided with each other and made a crisp sound, and both of them drank the red wine in their glasses in one gulp.

"Mr. Mo is serious. I just wanted to congratulate Mr. Mo for having such a good secretary as Secretary Bai." Wen Qi's eyes flashed after drinking.

"The impression that Secretary Bai left on me when he was in Spain...it was really deep and profound. It was the kind of, um...a feeling that I can recall. He is a very attractive man. It must be very efficient in handling affairs."

These words... sound a bit weird no matter what.

But Bai Qiancheng knew that Mo Yao would not delve into these things, and now they just need to exchange a few more pleasantries.

However, contrary to Bai Qiancheng's expectations, Mo Yao seemed to be a little concerned about those words, and even continued to ask: "Dong Wen is referring to...?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I just remembered the happy life that Secretary Bai and I had in Spain. Looking back at that time, I always feel a little emotional. I hope Director Mo doesn't mind. After all, it's all in the past."

Wen Qi clearly spoke in a tone immersed in memories, but Bai Qiancheng could always hear a bit of provocation in it.

Sure enough, this is getting more and more strange. What is a happy life? Did I have a happy life with you?

Bai Qiancheng glared at Wen Qi fiercely, warning him not to try to distort the facts.

Mo Yao seemed to be stimulated by these words, and narrowed his eyes dangerously to stare at Bai Qiancheng, only to see the other party glaring at Wen Qi with an angry face, the two looked like an awkward couple.

Mo Yao felt that the fire in his heart was burning.

With a long arm, he pulled Bai Qiancheng into his arms, and then said with a very natural smile: "Of course I don't mind Wen Dong and Secretary Bai's passing, but now my Secretary Bai seems to be a little drunk. If you're drunk, we won't accompany you first."

"My secretary Bai" was deliberately used in the words, and the smell of gunpowder between the two became stronger and stronger in an instant.

After Mo Yao finished speaking, he put his arm around Bai Qiancheng's shoulder and left.

The smile on Wen Qi's face disappeared, and the corners of his mouth were instantly pursed into a line, his piercing eyes were fixed on the backs of the two people who were leaving, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Because Bai Qiancheng was helping Mo Yao to block the drink, he was already a little unconscious at the moment, and Mo Yao barely supported him to the car with almost half of his body weight.

The important task of driving was handed over to Mo Yao. Mo Yao sat in the driver's seat and looked sideways at Bai Qiancheng in the passenger seat.

The man was panting slightly because he felt uncomfortable after drinking too much wine, and kept pulling on his tie, trying to tear it off.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be struggling, Mo Yao raised his eyebrows and helped Bai Qiancheng tear off the other party's tie.

Bai Qiancheng seemed to have finally noticed the person opposite, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Mo Yao, and then said "Thank you" with some difficulty.

Mo Yao didn't respond, and looked at Bai Qiancheng's slightly flushed cheeks for a while, then suddenly put his hand on the car door on Bai Qiancheng's side, and locked him firmly on the passenger seat and himself.

"What Wen Qi said just now...what does it mean?"

Mo Yao had to admit that he really cared about what Wen Qi said just now, as if there had been some special relationship between Wen Qi and Bai Qiancheng, he sounded like... a lover's relation.

"Bah, don't listen to his nonsense! Didn't he just kiss, touch, and sleep together? He didn't do anything out of bounds at all. Why did he say that? Did he deliberately want me to lose my job?"

Bai Qiancheng was quite drunk, and what he said at this moment completely reflected his true inner thoughts, mixed with deep anger without any filtering.

"You... you and Wen Qi, have you kissed... touched? Still sleeping together?"

Mo Yao felt that he was on the verge of rage at this moment, his eyes were fixed on Bai Qiancheng tightly, and flames almost burst out of his eyes.

"Bai Qiancheng, he is quite capable, even the chairman of the Golan Group dared to touch him."

The words of ridicule blurted out, even with a bit of sourness.

Bai Qiancheng rolled his eyes and looked at the unclear face in front of him: "What's wrong with kissing and touching, they are all men, no one suffers. Who cares about the chairman of the company."

This man...has a lot of guts.

"So, as long as a man wants to kiss and touch you, it's fine?"

The man whose mind was slightly blurred, of course, would not notice the anger hidden in the words that was about to erupt.

Also...don't know who exactly he's talking to right now.

"How can you say that, at least you have to have a good appetite, right? Wen Qi is more approachable, which is good, but if it's an iceberg type like Mo Yao, I'm not willing to kiss if I eat a hundred catties of shit. "

Bai Qiancheng rolled his eyes again, vented all the anger accumulated on Mo Yao's body in a bad tone, and then added a few words: "Usually he is so cold, it's so unskillful to kiss, how can you even kiss him?" Keep biting me! It's like going to war, it's not romantic at all."

After saying that, he even smirked a couple of times, touching Mo Yao's bottom line more and more: "Compared with Wen Qi, it's like heaven and earth."

No man would be willing to compare this kind of technology with other men, not to mention that the person doing the comparison is Bai Qiancheng, not to mention... he is still the one who has been belittled.

Mo Yao's piercing eyes narrowed dangerously the moment Bai Qiancheng's words fell, and he stretched out his hand to grab the back of the other's neck.

"You said kissing me was like a war?"

Is his technique...so bad?

Bai Qiancheng stared back without showing any timidity, indicating his answer.

"You're wrong. My kissing skills are definitely better than Wen Qi's."

Mo Yao refuted the other party unwillingly, then raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to try?"

"I'd like to see if I've made any progress." Bai Qiancheng didn't take the answer of rejection, and even put his hand on the opponent's shoulder first, his eyes were drunk, and he looked at the opponent with some provocation.

After Mo Yao got the affirmative answer, he quickly leaned up to bite Bai Qiancheng's lips, pried open the other's jaw without rudeness, and entered the other's mouth.

Bai Qiancheng didn't resist, and even catered to the other party's tongue by being drunk.

It's actually a little... Lingering, with a hint of pampering.

It's a veritable, tender French kiss.

Both of them were a little lost, and it took a few minutes to separate from each other.

Bai Qiancheng's face was flushed because of difficulty breathing, and he was already a little drunk. He was gasping for breath, his whole body was weak, and he barely fell down with his hands on the opponent's chest.

It turns out that Mo Yao's kissing skills are not inferior to Wen Qi's.

"...Does it still look like a war?"

As always, there was a hint of unusual expectation in his calm tone.