Chapter 666

Good guy, if he hadn't schemingly ate something to fill his stomach and drank yogurt before he came, he would have died a long time ago.

Chen Wantian, an old guy, loves to drink, and he has a good capacity for alcohol. He also likes young people who can drink, recklessly, and hold him.

Throwing up a bunch of wine relieved his bloated stomach, but the alcohol had already started to take effect, and he was very dizzy.

Originally, he wasn't very good at drinking. Although he had made a guarantee before, he still couldn't bear to drink so much all at once.

After staying in the cubicle for a while, Lian Chong went to the sink and poured a few handfuls of cold water on himself, and finally wiped the water droplets on his face. Someone next to him handed him a handkerchief.

"Mr. Lian, wipe it off."

Lian Chong turned his head wetly, and found a female publicist standing opposite him, who looked a little familiar.

Hmm...it seems to be the one Chen Wantian was holding with his right hand just now.

"Mr. Lian, Mr. Zhao asked me to come and see you." The female PR had a slight blush on her face, and took out a bottle of yogurt with her other hand, "Your stomach is not feeling well, drink some of this."

Lian Chong glanced at her: "Hey...Zhao Qing is quite careful?"

The female publicist smiled shyly, and Lian Chong took a sip of the yogurt in her hand, and his stomach really felt better, and the cold water also made his head sober.

"I'm fine, go ahead."

The female publicist opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she didn't say anything in the end, she just pursed her lips and nodded, turned around and was about to leave, when suddenly her foot slipped and she jumped forward.

If it was normal, Lian Chong would definitely be able to catch her with quick eyes and hands, but now a large amount of alcohol has paralyzed his nerves. Before he could react for a while, he was thrown into his arms by the female publicist, and he was dragged to the pool by inertia Only then did he stabilize his body, and the yogurt in his hand spilled out, sticking to the black suit.

"I'm sorry Mr. Lian, I didn't mean to!"

The female publicist supported the sink and stood up, seeing the milk stains on Lian Chong's body, her small face suddenly turned pale: "I, I will wipe it off for you."

She frantically wiped the milk stains on Lian Chong's body, and the yogurt was wiped off, leaving a mark that could not be wiped off. The female publicist was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Lian Chong's head, which had been paralyzed by alcohol, was bumped, and he fainted for a few seconds. After recovering, he looked at the flustered little woman in front of him, and said lightly, "Okay, don't wipe it."

The female publicist paused, timidly took it back, and stood there with her head down looking at the ground, like a child who did something wrong.

"Would you like...or else, I'll help you wash your clothes..."

"It's a beautiful idea, isn't it?" Lian Chongping's plain eyes turned cold and stern, with a mocking smile on his lips, "There are borrowings and repayments, what do you want to do?"

The blood on the face of the female publicist suddenly faded, and she shook her head again and again: "I didn't..."

"Even a fool would not believe such a thing."

Lian Chong narrowed his eyes: "I don't know how much you want to get from me, but I advise you to give up your heart, or you will offend people who shouldn't be offended, and I won't even get you public relations. Do."

The female publicist paused for a moment, and stopped talking, her body trembling like a fallen leaf in autumn, footsteps came from outside the door, and Zhao Qing came out from the entrance.

He stared at the white spots on Lian Chong's clothes for a few seconds.

"...You are, huh?"

Lian Chong rolled his eyes and pointed to the female publicist in front of him: "Did you ask her to come?"

"No." Zhao Qing subconsciously denied, and then sneered, "I can't tell, you're quite brave?"

The female publicist shuddered again, Lian Chong snorted softly, and walked away from her. The female publicist felt the two of them leaving, and slumped on the ground.

She lost the bet.

She guessed that this man said those words in front of Chen Wantian to make a good image, but she didn't expect that he was really not interested in her.

Originally, wealth and wealth are sought in insurance, risks and rewards have always coexisted, and next... in case those two people want to settle accounts with her...

While panicking, a pair of leather shoes appeared in front of her, and a warm and peaceful voice came from above.

"Are you OK?"

On the other side, Lian Chong and Zhao Qing returned to the private room.

Zhao Qing: "You just let that girl go?"

"There's no need to go to war for her." Lian Chong pressed his temple, "Taking her away really seems like what she did to me...Where's Chen Wantian?"

"He drank it down, and someone sent him home."

Zhao Qing smiled: "You were taunted enough by your mother-in-law's family, right? This old guy is really good at drinking, I'm a little dizzy."

Zhao Qing is the person with the best drinker in the company, he can be said to never get drunk after a thousand drinks, so he usually comes out to be a social butterfly.

"But what's the use of drinking so hard, it's impossible for Chen Wantian to publicize your might outside."

The mighty Lian Chong glanced at him: "He and my girlfriend's father are friends."

Zhao Qing: "..."

No wonder this person is so hardworking, co-authoring is aiming to kill two birds with one stone.

Lian Chong flickered, and the spirit of alcohol came up again, he covered his head: "Chen Wantian is gone, let's go too, my head will explode tomorrow morning."

"I'll call a driver."

The stamina of the high-concentration alcohol gradually increased, and Lian Chong was sent home in a trance. His whole body was completely wrapped in alcohol, and he couldn't move much.

Zhao Qing dragged him to the sofa after exhausting his strength, panting from exhaustion.

With this drinking capacity, it's better not to participate in the entertainment.

It is much easier for him to be alone than today.

After Zhao Qing left, Lian Chong slept on the sofa alone, and didn't even hear his cell phone ringing. Early the next morning, he was awakened by a violent knock on the door.

He opened his eyes slowly and with difficulty, and the knock on the door seemed to hit his head one after another, making his already painful head worse.

After slowly getting up from the sofa, Lian Chong pressed the doorknob and said in a bad tone, "Who is it?"

Ke Wushuang's bright and fiery little face appeared from the door, and the impatience on Lian Chong's face disappeared immediately, replaced by blankness.

"Xiao Shuang? Why do you..."

Ke Wushuang gritted his teeth, and when he was about to speak, he smelled the stench of alcohol on Lian Chong's body. He covered his nose and narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Did you go out for a drink last night?"

She made a bunch of phone calls to him and no one answered, so she ran over in worry, but he went to drink and was hungover! ?

Lian Chong waved his hand: "No, no, I went to a social event last night. Chen Wantian from Liji Group had a few drinks with him. At Caesars, Zhao Qing was also there."

Ke Wushuang closed his eyes, and said in disgust, "You can still drink with Chen Wantian with such a poor drinker?"

"The second half is Zhao Qingding's." Lian Chong looked down and found that Ke Wu was still carrying a breakfast bag in both hands, and suddenly laughed like a fool, "Xiao Shuang brought me breakfast!"

Ke Wushuang gave him a kick: "Get lost! Go wash up quickly, you smell of alcohol!"