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Chapter 240 Aren’t you going to take care of me?

Xu Xiaoran chuckled, put one hand on Huo Jinchuan's shoulder, brought it to his ear and whispered softly, "Brother, come on."

After she finished speaking, she put down her hand, as if she didn't notice half of Huo Jingchuan's body stiffened.

Bai Pu gave Mu Qingyun a bottle, and then gave himself a bottle, but what he placed in front of Lu Zhaohe was a bottle of fruit wine.

Lu Zhaohe lowered his gaze, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked over.

Bai Pu coughed slightly, knowing that he had a drinking capacity and didn't want to give him a drink, so he deliberately changed the subject, "Why are you in a bad mood?"

After saying that, in order to prevent him from thinking that she cared about him, she added two more words, "Mr. Lu."

The woman's eyes were full of light, as if she lived in a galaxy. Lu Zhaohe tilted his head, crossed the bottle of fruit wine, and took a bottle of whiskey. "Is it the assistant's duty to care about the boss's private life?"

Look, what a noble tone.

Bai Pu clenched his fists, feeling that he could no longer bear his temper.

Mu Qingyun next to him suddenly chuckled, "Bai Pu, you and your boss get along really well."

Bai Pu looked at him in confusion, "Where did you see that?"

This isn't all cynical.

Mu Qingyun took the liquor away from her and poured the bottle of fruit wine into her glass.

"The stamina is too strong, you will feel uncomfortable after drinking it." After explaining, he continued the topic, "There is a feeling that you are not restrained in front of him. You may not know that the thing I am most uncomfortable with after returning to China is drinking. With table culture, every time I have a meal with my boss, I start calculating when to raise the glass and how many toasts are appropriate from the moment the table opens. This is much more difficult than the work content.”

It is rare that Mu Qingyun, who has always been as light as the wind, has a hint of bitterness and hatred.

Bai Pu was amused, "I never thought you would still be bothered by this."

"I am also an ordinary person, an ordinary migrant worker like you." Mu Qingyun's eyes were watery and her tone was very comfortable.Bai Pu felt that the previous sense of distance between him and him had suddenly disappeared, and when Mu Qingyun poured her wine just now, his hands were so beautiful, slender and well-jointed, that she glanced at them several times unconsciously.

She held up the wine glass, took a sip, and sighed comfortably, "I like this temperature."

"Just put two ice cubes and I'll help you." Mu Qingyun raised her hand again.

Bai Pu followed and looked over, and then he accidentally discovered that the glass of whiskey in front of Lu Zhaohe had already been opened and most of it had been drunk.

Her eyes immediately widened. She heard Mu Qingyun's voice in her ears and didn't care what he said. She looked straight at Lu Zhaohe.

Lu Zhaohe shook the wine glass, the veins on the back of his hand protruded, and the blue veins snaked upwards, feeling more powerful than Mu Qingyun's hand.

Bai Pu's throat felt inexplicably astringent.

Looking at his face again, the man's side face was rugged, with a thin layer of coldness hanging over it. He lowered his eyebrows and brought the wine glass to his lips. His throat rolled up and down, and the corners of his lips were stained with glistening water. Water damage.

Lu Zhaohe drank the wine in one gulp.

When he was about to fall again, Bai Pu held his hand down.

"Mr. Lu." She swallowed, her voice a little dry.

Lu Zhaohe looked over when he heard the sound, his long eyes half-squinted, and his eyes were even colder due to alcohol, as if they had been spiked with ice.

"...Lu Zhaohe." Bai Pu shouted again, facing his displeased gaze without letting go of his hand. His voice was very soft. It took him a long time to utter a reason, "...drinking is harmful to your health, and you don't want to do it again." Will he have a stroke and be paralyzed in bed in a few years?"

If Huo Jinchuan heard this, he might be laughing at it.

However, Lu Zhaohe was not angry. He came closer, and the taste of alcohol on his lips followed the hoarse voice, "So what, won't you take care of me?"

(End of this chapter)