Who’s The Boss?

Mr. Liu shook the glass lightly, and the red wine was wafting at the bottom of the glass: "Why, Miss Song won't give me this face?"

Seeing the man's hand reaching out to him, the skin on the tiger’s mouth was loose and the age spots were hyperplasia, Song Qingcheng suppressed the depression in his heart, took the red wine bottle next to him, poured a small half into the empty glass, and then Holding the goblet and gently touching President Liu's glass, the corners of his lips were lightly hooked, and the waves of his eyes flashed, Gu Pan said, "Mr. Liu, I will drink this glass first."

When the words fell, the red lips pressed against the rim of the cup and drank it.

Mr. Liu watched her lick her lips, did not continue to be embarrassed, and withdrew the hand resting on Qingcheng's waist, and instead focused on the banquet.

Seeing the momentum, Ge Wenjuan winked desperately at Song Qingcheng.

Song Qingcheng ignored it. She poured herself another glass of red wine. After drinking, she stood up, with a faint smile on her delicate facial features: "I can't beat alcohol, I'll go to the bathroom."

On the corridor, Song Qingcheng and Gu Qingwei met again by accident.

Gu Qingwei was holding a wine glass in her hand and laughing with the two girls in the same dresses. She glanced at Song Qingcheng who was coming, and her face suddenly became cold. After Song Qingcheng walked away, she cursed angrily: "Shameless scheming bitch!"

"Do you know her?" Companion Miss Li took a look at Song Qingcheng's back.

Gu Qingwei drank a sip of champagne: "I recognize her when she turned into ashes. My brother has turned into that ghostly virtue, thanks to her!"

Another Miss Zhang suddenly realized: "It's her. Didn't she take the money from your house, why would she dare to appear here?"

"I seem to see her with an old man inside." Miss Li said.

Gu Qingwei sneered: "As long as you give her money, you can kneel and call Dad."

The two companions listened to this stalk and chuckled softly while covering their mouths.

…

Saying to go to the bathroom is just an excuse.

Song Qingcheng leaned on the edge of the balcony, looking at the bright night scene in the distance. The night wind blew away the alcohol on her face, and the phone in her hand vibrated. It was a text message from Shen Che.

"Calling a friend?" Mr. Liu's ambiguous voice seemed to ring against her ears.

Song Qingcheng turned around, it was too late to avoid.

President Liu got close to Qingcheng's graceful body and got close. He smelled the faint scent of Qingcheng's body. He lowered his eyes, and his gaze lingered on the girl's white and delicate skin near the girl's collarbone: "What are you worried about? I'm afraid I might eat you?"

Song Qingcheng tilted his head to avoid his mouthful of alcohol and curled his lips: "It seems that Mr. Liu drank a lot tonight."

"That's also because alcohol is not intoxicating and everyone is drunk." Mr. Liu took a half step forward, planning to kiss Fangze, with an infatuated look on his face: "I haven't seen a big beauty like Miss Song for a long time. First The first time I saw you, I knew that my investment in Lu's was worth the money."

"Mr. Liu?" Another voice came from behind.

After being interrupted by good deeds, President Liu frowned and turned back to see who the person was. He immediately changed his face: "Isn't this President Hou?"

"Brother, I'm looking for you!" Mr. Hou walked quickly, and took Mr. Liu towards the banquet hall: "Mr. Yu of Hengyuan just praised the elevator in my office building and asked me which elevator company I am. Pretend, I think this is for you to do business, and I will come out to find you immediately."

Hengyuan has a lot of real estate under the name. If you can sign the elevator list for these real estate, you will definitely make a lot of money.

Thinking of this, President Liu lifted his spirits: "Then hurry up!"

Compared with business, no matter how beautiful people are, they have to lean aside.

Watching the two of them leave, Song Qingcheng turned around lazily, looking at the night view of the city, no longer interested, and didn't want to go back to the banquet hall, so he simply paced to the rest area.

Air-conditioned in the hotel, wearing a **** dress, she quickly felt the chill when she sat quietly. She couldn't help raising her hands and rubbing her arms gently, trying to get rid of the goose bumps on the skin.

Before long, there seemed to be signs of a cold.

Song Qingcheng only felt uncomfortable in his nose, and wanted to take a tissue from his bag. Just as he lowered his head, there was a drop of blood on the back of his hand.

Realizing that it was wrong, she immediately raised her head while covering her nose and mouth with her right hand.

The tissue bag hasn't been opened yet, and it is a bit troublesome to tear the seal with one hand. She looks like a seriously ill patient at the moment, and she may cause unstoppable blood flow if she moves it casually.

When she had nothing to do, the back of her head was firmly supported by a force.