Sister Ling came over. It seems that Manager Gong is very satisfied with us tonight.
On the spot, the boss echoed Who doesn’t know that the seventh floor of your box is the best?
Money is so flattering that I can’t pick it up. Sister Lin smiled and looked at the song city next to her. Here is me. You go in and help Shen Qian.
Good song city nodded.
The gong always said, since there is Shen Qian in the small kitchen, please stay here.
Ling elder sister face be reluctant this …
Mr. Gong has got up from his chair. There is a habit on the seventh floor of the imperial court that newcomers have to toast the guests who receive them for the first time. We have eleven people at this table tonight, so why don’t we open a bottle of red wine?
Gong always talk like a casual hug the whole song waist.
The most important thing for social parties is to have fun at random.
Sure enough, others followed suit. Mr. Gong is right. Not only do you have to drink, but you have to drink something new.
Then someone took a bottle of Lafite from the wine rack.
It’s not new. Just have a toast with General Gong.
Others are laughing and answering.
At that time, the wine table was very lively.
Due to the fact that the whole city of Gong Song is not good at throwing off Gong Zong’s obscene hand in public to see Yu Tingchuan next to him, he still smokes and smokes, and he stays out of it and turns a blind eye to everything happening around him.
Song Qingcheng knows that this is the typical behavior of businessmen.
It seems gentle or calm, but in fact, there is a materialistic nature in the bones. It is always possible to avoid things that will cause you a smell but no benefit.
Sister Ling over there wants to say something, but she also sees that these bosses are not easy to fool tonight.
I feel that the strength of holding my waist hand is aggravated. Song Qingcheng simply picked up the turntable and the bottle was opened. Rafi leaned over to get the goblet and avoided Gong’s hand.
The scarlet liquid pours into the cup with a thump thump sound.
Pour two small cups of Song Qingcheng, put the bottle back on the table, and then end up with two glasses of wine.
Before she said anything, Yu Tingchuan suddenly said, I propose a toast to General Gong, and I wish General Gong a big sale of new buildings.
Section 3
How can my property be compared with the Tanyuan villa outside the suburbs of Yu Zong … Gong Zong saw that Yu Tingchuan raised his glass and still managed to spite a little girl.
Back to the small kitchen Song Qingcheng was pulled to the corner by Shen Qian as soon as she entered.
Just now, Shen Qian also saw clearly the situation outside. It’s good to get used to this kind of thing. It’s definitely impossible for a local worker like us not to meet such a guilty guest, but it won’t be too much. It’s your bad luck tonight.
Just then, Ling Jie pushed open the small kitchen door and leaned out half of the body. Go to the kitchen and urge them to put all the cold dishes first, she said, and she specially looked at the whole song The whole city you go.
Song Qingcheng knew that Ling Jie was preventing the guests from looking for another project and making excuses to hold her away.
Out of the big kitchen, the whole Song Dynasty wandered back to box four without a horse for a while before she walked back slowly.
Come out from the inside after washing your hands and touching Yu Tingchuan.
For a second, she went straight to the public washstand, put the walkie-talkie aside and raised her hand to take off the hair head, the flower hair net, and a little curly hair was scattered loosely.
Detect footsteps coming over to Song Qingcheng to turn on the tap and slowly wipe your hands.
Next to the faucet, the running water came immediately.
The whole song dynasty took out the tap and wiped her hands with two paper towels, and then her white hands were rolled up over her shoulders and her long hair was rolled up again to reveal a graceful white neck.
Looking up at the mirror happened to meet Yu Tingchuan’s dark and deep eyes.
Yu Tingchuan looked at the girl reflected in the mirror and saw her simple but with some charming manners. He saw a few hairs on her cheek. He stretched out his hand to dial the ear for her. He was just about to touch her cheek. Song Qingcheng stepped aside from his fingers and picked up the walkie-talkie at the same time and left the public to wash his hands.
☆ Chapter 53 Miss Song Yu always asked me to take you back.
For several nights in a row, the seventh floor of the imperial court of the whole Song Dynasty met Yu Tingchuan.
At that time, she was chatting with Shen Qian by the balcony door. Shen Qian was two years older than her. People from Nancheng saw the ladder and the situation was depressed. She said to Song Qingcheng, When I first came to the imperial court class, I first met Yu Tingchuan people who were really fascinated by seven kinds of meat.
Song city slightly left the line of sight to pay attention to the elevator door ear again Shen Qian hexagrams words I passed by the newsstand yesterday and saw a fashion magazine cover is Gu Jiazhi Gu Jiazhi, you know? Before Nancheng real socialite, I heard his colleague say that Gu Jiazhi and Yu Tingchuan seem to be a couple, but I have also seen some news online. Yu Tingchuan has several actresses …
At this time, Sister Ling came over and said, Stop divining and get ready. The guests will be here soon.
Shen Qian was caught and vomited on the tip of her tongue and immediately turned to the kitchen.
Song Qingcheng was left alone at the door of the box.
The luxurious Persian carpet in the corridor on the seventh floor of the imperial court is paved in every corner, and the whole floor is trapped in a magnificent and elegant atmosphere with soft lights and carved walls.
Song City took a positive look at nearby Yutingchuan, who was talking to people at the door of a box. The suit was tall and straight, and one hand was in his trouser pocket. When Yutingchuan felt something, he glanced at Song City and immediately turned away. She looked at the past and the people there had all entered the box.
In the late Song Dynasty, the balcony of Qingcheng was particularly busy.
She didn’t finish her shift until 11: 15.
From the clubhouse, it was already dark outside and there was no traffic on the road.
Song Qingcheng looked at her mobile phone, and the last bus was at 11: 30, but she had to walk for a long night before she lived. She wanted to take a taxi next to the license plate and waited for a while, and even the taxi software didn’t take the order because it was too late.
The car horn sounded suddenly, and the whole Song Dynasty looked around and found a black car parked not far away.
The driver opened the car door and came over. Miss Song Yu always asked me to take you back.
Manager Yu …
Song Qingcheng can only think of Yutingchuan.
No Song Qingcheng refused and then went to the brand and turned to look at the direction of the bus.
The driver followed, Miss Song, it’s so late now, and you are uneasy to go home alone, and the road-building bus ahead may have been diverted.
Song Qingcheng listened carefully to see the card and saw a notice to cover it.
A taxi drove by, and the whole city of Song stretched out his hand to stop the driver. Miss Song, I also work for others. If you refuse to let me send manager Yu there, I can’t explain.
The whole Song Dynasty looked at the older drivers and did not refuse after hesitating for a few seconds.
Follow the driver to the car.
The driver opened the back seat door and Song Qingcheng smelled faint alcohol and looked in. Yutingchuan was sleeping with his eyes closed and leaning against the seat.
Song Qingcheng ChengXiang YuTingChuan also raised his feet to shrink back and wanted to go back on our word and not take this car, but considering his present situation, he didn’t want to wander around the street in the middle of the night and say I sit in the front to the driver in a low voice.
Sitting in the passenger cab, Song Qingcheng felt that the car was boring and the door was particularly heavy.
☆ Chapter 54 Which building do you live in?
The driver asked Song Qingcheng for his address after the car.
Go to Juying Road first and pass the Third Ring Road, and I’ll tell you again. Considering that the man who is resting behind Song Qingcheng controls the volume.
Black Mercedes-Benz Driving Nancheng Late Night Street