Xia Lang

The meaning of sparkling champagne, how gentle the smile on the face is, and how rude the words spit out from the soft red lips.

"Miss Gong was joking. Even if Mr. Song and Mr. Li have a good relationship, what does it have to do with you and me? How can we toast?"

As if a little embarrassed by what she said, Gong Zeqian turned pale, "Sister Shang is serious, you are Mr. Song's... friend, I am Brother Zhuo's... friend, Mr. Song and Brother Zhuo have a good relationship, say Maybe we will have a lot of contacts in the future."

After finishing speaking, he pursed his lips and looked pitifully at the tall man behind him, his water-colored eyes were full of grievances from being bullied.

She borrowed the mystery of Li Yikang's speech before, which is both showing off and probing.

Li Zhaozhuo's eyes were deep and he didn't make a sound.

Seeing this, Gong Zeqian was almost overjoyed, pinching her palms managed to maintain the superficial calm.

Even knowing that maybe the man is just using her to make that woman uncomfortable, it's still worth it. It would be better if the water gets more and more muddy, otherwise how would she take advantage of it?

But all she knew was that Li Zhaozhuo didn't make a sound to clarify, and she didn't see his frown quietly.

Just as Shang Jun was wondering what kind of idiot this little Gong family was, she actually spoke to her in such a concubine-like tone, when she saw her turn her eyes and open her mouth again.

"Could it be that Sister Shang doesn't want to give Brother Zhuo this face?" She looked at her, and then at the back, with the pampering look in her eyes that knew someone was backing her.

Shang Jun looked at the man behind her who had nothing to do with her, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

drugged

Sure enough, he just looked at her expressionlessly. Although his eyes were not as scary as that day, his default attitude was connivance to Xiao Zuojing.

"..."

Shang Jun looked at the silent man in front of him and the complacent arrogant idiot, and was speechless for a while.

There are two possibilities for indulging Xiao Zuojing to defeat her. One is to use Xiao Zuojing's hand to hone her "rival in love", and the other... is that he has taken a fancy to Xiao Zuojing.

She thinks the high probability should be one.

It's not that she knows that man well, but that she believes that her muse will never fall in love with a man with a big brain.

She doesn't take Xiao Zuojing very much to heart, but she still has to give the face of the young master of the Li family.

But Shang Jun can also think about it, well, this glass of wine is paid for inspiration, it is worth it!

As soon as Shang Jun stretched out her hand, she saw that the champagne was taken by the hand that came after her.

The bright light above the head penetrated the clear yellow wine, and shone warm and delicate light on the hand that seemed to be made of white jade. A cold voice came from behind, "Since we are all friends, Miss Jingshang and Jing Jing all the same."

Miss Shang has no grudge against him, and he helped that lady bully Miss Shang probably because of his anger, since it was the cause he planted, he should also bear the evil consequences.

Seeing Song Linju snatch the champagne, Li Zhaozhuo's deep eyes that were as calm as a dead well finally changed a bit, he was no longer staying out of things like watching a drama.

He moved his fingertips slightly, intending to stop him, but looking at Song Linju who was standing in front of the woman, for some unknown reason, he just stood there and watched him drink the wine in his hand.

His cold and pale eyes gradually became dark under the roll of the young man's Adam's apple, which was particularly obvious because of his raised head, just like the night under the airtight hood outside the hotel at this moment.

After swallowing the last sip, Song Linju inverted the wine glass in front of the two of them.

The remaining liquid gathered on the wall of the glass, and finally formed beads on the rim of the glass, crumbling at the place where his lips were pressed just now, making people want to completely cover that place with their lips and tongue, to contain the drop of wine that escaped from the young man's lips.

Li Zhaozhuo's throat suddenly became dry, and his throat rolled uncontrollably.

Song Linju, who showed that he drank it all, put the wine glass on the waiter's plate, and pulled Shang Jun, who was still in a daze, to leave, "Miss Gong is free, let's go first."

Everything happened too fast, and after Gong Zeqian realized it, panic flashed across her eyes.

That glass of wine was originally for Shang Jun, but Mr. Song drank it...

But thinking of how close they seemed to be, Gong Zeqian calmed down a little.

They seem to be inseparable, the effect should be similar, right?Maybe then, Mr. Song has to thank her for helping him embrace the beauty.

Does he like this woman so much?

They haven't known each other for a few days, and he makes an exception for her to come to such occasions that he doesn't like, and he even takes the initiative to block drinks for her because he can't drink...

Originally, Li Zhaozhuo, who was bored seeing the intimate behavior of the two, wanted to take advantage of this inexplicable woman to rectify Shang Jun, but he didn't expect that not only could he not do anything to Shang Jun, but his anger became even more intense.

Staring at the tips of the young man's ears that were about to bleed, Li Zhaozhuo clenched his big palms on his side until his knuckles turned white.

But once he thought that Song Linju's unexpectedly cute and soft appearance after drunk would be seen by that woman, Li Zhaozhuo couldn't help wanting to go crazy, not to mention he drank that glass of wine...

But now is not the time, he can't ruin the plan.

Li Zhaozhuo gritted his teeth and winked at the person in the corner, motioning him to follow him.

Gong Zeqian turned her head and saw the man staring at the two people who were going away with an unfriendly expression, hiding the expression in his eyes that was watching the show.

Originally, the added wine was intended for Li Zhaozhuo to drink, but seeing that he cared so much about that woman, she changed her mind.

Compared with his people, she still wanted his heart more, and she only hoped that those two people would not disappoint her good intentions, and everyone would know about the trouble.

She approached him Tingting curlingly, her red lips parted slightly, "Brother Zhuo..."

Before she could say anything, the man just glanced at her indifferently and left.

The cold eyes that wanted to freeze the blood in her body nailed Gong Zeqian in place, and the soft smile on her face froze, like the white ash on the mottled wall cracked and fell off.

She had just seen the overwhelming killing intent in the man's eyes.

Although his previous expression was also cold, but now the coldness around him seems to have a real glow, as long as she tries to get close, she will be completely pierced through.

Gong Zeqian clutched her icy fingertips, thinking in a panic, wouldn't he know?

But this is impossible.

Not to mention that the person who did the work couldn't compete with her, if he knew, how could he remain indifferent when she handed the glass of wine to the woman and let her plot?

Shang Jun, who was being pulled by the wrist, looked at the young man's back with stars in his eyes. Mr. Song's boyfriend, Li Ke, is so fucking handsome.

Don't think she didn't see that little Zuo Jing's face turned green just now, tsk, but it's very likely that Xiao Zuo Jing is not the only one with green face.

However, after walking a certain distance, Shang Jun noticed something was wrong. The ears of the cold young man were flushed, and his normally fair face was blushing. A drizzle from the south of the Yangtze River quietly fell in his dark eyes, and his extremely black pupils were as hazy under the rampant mist. The distant mountains behind the water vapor are blurred and scattered.

Like a stunning freehand ink painting.

Shang Jun swallowed her saliva, and her fingertips began to itch again.

She hesitated and asked, "Mr. Song...are you drunk?"

Song Linju's drooping eyelashes covered his already somewhat lax eyes, and he said lightly, "No."

Shang Jun looked him up and down suspiciously.

Although Mr. Song's neck and cheeks were flushed, his expression was calm, his tone was indifferent, his back was straight, and his steps were unhurried. He was no different from the usual Mr. Song, and Shang Jun gradually felt relieved.

That's right, with just a glass of champagne, no matter how bad your drinking capacity is, you won't get drunk. Maybe Mr. Song is just drinking.

But what she didn't know was that someone's drinking capacity was really that bad.

Song Linju dragged Shang Jun to a relatively secluded place, originally intending to relieve his drunkenness, but as soon as he stood still, several people walked towards him with smiles, insisting on pulling him to chat.

Adhering to the principle of not making a joke without profit, it is not without reason that Song Linju is still popular at this kind of high-class banquet.

Leaving aside the relationship with the Li family, Song Linju himself is quite wealthy. He has made a lot of achievements in medicine at a young age. Those people he snatched from Lord Yan can be said to be his connections.

I don't know if it was because of the crowd around him, but Song Linju gradually felt hot, and the constant steaming heat made his mouth dry.

Shang Jun gradually noticed that the chest of the young man beside him was heaving a little bit, and when he looked up and saw his face, he was startled.

Mr. Song blushed even more, but his expression was forbearance, with sweat dripping from his wet temples.

She tugged at his sleeve, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Song, why are you sweating so much all of a sudden? Is there something wrong?"

The room is not hot enough to make people sweat profusely.

Wei Liang's fingertips accidentally touched Song Linju's wrist, and an electric current ran up the blood vessel like a snake. Song Linju's pupils dilated and shrank slightly, as if he had been stung by something suddenly, and immediately stepped back two steps to the side.

The sudden movement was a bit big, and the people talking around looked at him strangely.

The restlessness all over his body seemed to be detonated suddenly, his body was hot but his limbs were faintly weak. Under such circumstances, Song Linju should have realized something no matter how dull he was.

He was drugged.

who is it?

Now is not the time to delve into this, Song Linju took a deep breath, opened his damp and hot palms and pushed his glasses, hiding the look in his eyes, and before the strange people said anything, he took the lead and said: "Sorry everyone, Song's body Some discomfort, go ahead."

After Song Linju finished speaking, Shang Jun, who looked worried, nodded slightly and walked away.

Li Zhaozhuo looked at the straight figure of the man from a distance, and lightly shook the wine glass in his hand. The blood-like red wine rippled strangely in the clear goblet, just like his eyes reflected on the cold wine glass.

glory wine