I'm married to the mysterious Emperor Shao

Chapter 21

The auction session was over, and then it was officially time for the dinner party.

The dinner party is held in the lobby on the second floor, and the champagne-colored lights shine on the luxurious decoration, reflecting a low-key and luxurious color, and the Chinese and Western meals have been served.

The guests were all dressed up, the gentlemen and ladies were chatting and laughing happily, and their manners revealed all kinds of seductiveness. On the central stage, the Royal Orchestra was playing an elegant and beautiful piece of music, just like a typical dinner in the upper class.

Lan Baoer walked in such an occasion in casual clothes, looking a bit out of place.

His eyes searched around, and finally saw the target person on the dining table in the corner.

He took a glass of red wine and walked over.

Fang Wei was talking about something with a young and beautiful socialite, and I don't know what the old pervert said, which made the woman smile so hard that her face was disfigured.

Lan Baoer walked over and said politely: "Mr. Fang, I'm Lan Baoer, a reporter from Dongxia Media. I wonder if it's convenient for you to lend me 3 minutes?"

When Fang Wei saw her pure and lovely round face, his body immediately had a strong reaction, and bad thoughts arose spontaneously.

He hasn't played with this type of girl before, and he is a little eager to try.

"A beauty meet, I have no reason to refuse, Miss Liu, excuse me." After speaking to the ladies, Fang Wei put his hand on Lan Bao'er's shoulder, and he did not forget to squeeze his salty hands, "Miss Lan, we are looking for A quiet place to sit and talk."

Lan Bao'er shook off the salty pig's hand in disgust, and said with a half smile: "Mr. Fang, I didn't bother you, did I?"

"No, no, it's my honor that Miss Lan came to see me." Mr. Fang said with a hypocritical smile.

rely on...

Lan Bao'er tried her best to restrain the urge to beat the fat pig to death, and walked with him to a relatively quiet place and sat down.

Fang Wei called the waiter, ordered a few dishes, and then said to Lan Baoer: "Miss Lan, I heard Editor Liu introduce you, he said you are a clever and smart girl, I just saw you."

If these words came from the mouth of a handsome guy, maybe Lan Baoer would appreciate it, but from a perverted old man in his 50s, Lan Baoer has the feeling of being overwhelmed by a pig Feel.

so disgusting...

Lan Bao'er was too lazy to talk nonsense with this kind of person, so she went straight to the point and said, "Mr. Fang is absurd. I came to you today to find out what you want to publish in our newspaper."

"Miss Lan, it's such a beautiful time tonight, what a disappointment to talk about, why don't we have a drink or two before discussing business?" Fang Wei smiled flatteringly.

His eyes were filled with evil, and it was almost written on his face that he was plotting against Lan Bao'er.

Lan Baoer gave him a formulaic smile, "The article will be written tomorrow, and I have to write it when I get back tonight. I'm afraid I can't do anything after drinking."

"Miss Lan, you can only do things after drinking..." Fang Wei said meaningfully, and the salty pig's hand struck out again, holding Lan Bao'er's tender hand.

Fuck a funk!
Lan Baoer cursed in her heart, but she didn't show any discomfort on her face. She silently pulled her hand out and forced herself to say in a normal tone: "Mr. Fang, I don't drink well, so let's talk about business before drinking. We have a quick fight?"

The last sentence had a negotiable tone, Fang Wei thought she was tempted, and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, let's talk about business first and then drink."

Lan Baoer smiled slightly, took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and pretended to read the message, but in fact she turned on the recording function.

　Ask for a ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)