C429 Epilogue

Chi Shaojun leaned over and whispered in Ann Qianxi's ear, "What do you want?"

What do I want? I didn't want to do anything. I just wanted the china doll to turn around and look at me.

That way I could pounce on her like a madman, then throw the wine in front of me at her like a blow to the face, grabbing each other's hair hysterically and hugging it.

But Zhu Zhu didn't. From start to finish, she didn't give Ann Qianxi any chance at all.

Always, always, always.

On the other hand, Ye Jingrui would occasionally look up at Ann Qianxi with eyes full of sympathy and pity.

Jia Wanrou and Wei Nan stood up awkwardly. Before leaving, Rou Rou left with the red wine. "You left the remaining 5000 yuan, am I crazy?"

When Rou Rou took the wine back, Ye Yuni also bought two bottles of red wine.

Ann Qianxi drank five cups of wine in one go. She snuggled up to the sofa, hugged Chi Shaojun and giggled.

Chi Shaojun was also quite happy, he liked Ann Qianxi giggling unrestrainedly after drinking wine.

Then Millet came. His tie was loose and straddling in his collar. He was decadent and handsome, with the collar open low and sexy to death.

Ann Qianxi didn't even have time to drool before she was carried by Chi Shaojun. He was always in time to stifle her evil thoughts in the cradle.

Millet leaned heavily on the sofa and pointed at Ann Qianxi, "Aiya, who got you drunk?"

Ann Qianxi giggled, imitating Millet's words, "Aiya, who got you drunk?"

Ann Qianxi's knee hit the tea table. She grimaced and squeezed beside Chi Shaojun to rub her leg. "Are you dressed like this to go to the wedding or the interview?"

Millet waved his hand like he was shooing flies, "Don't mention it, I accompanied Mr. Ou Ney to a charity dinner."

After a series of 10 ahhh ahhh, Millet started to get down to business, chattering non-stop.

"It's a pity that you guys didn't go. I feel that it would be great if someone didn't have a lousy prototype of a movie or television set to shoot, then they could just go to that charity dinner. There are all kinds of people."

"For example, from the start of the banquet, there was a group of wealthy looking princesses holding my hand. Their big eyes were as big as hairlines, and there was also a group of old ladies in their 50s and 60s who had to follow the example of a young lady in bringing her gown up to her knees. Aiyo, aiyo, that night, I looked at their varicose thighs."

"There was also a girl who looked like a movie star. She wore such high heels that she should have hired someone to help her walk. She didn't feel like she was drinking, but that was enough. With her high heels, falling was no different from jumping off a second floor and committing suicide."

"Also, a girl who wanted to take pictures of me without my permission. Aiyo, the neckline is too low, and I think her big, deep V-neck can fit three newborn kittens and a flat iPad. "I could still hear the sounds of meowing along the way, tsk tsk … so tempting."

"This Miss Deep especially likes to talk to me about principles, and ask me in a vixen tone, 'I don't like men to talk to me about the word' easy 'or' easy '. "What about you? ', I said," whatever, tsk tsk tsk tsk! "

At this moment, Millet's mouth was crackling like it was filled with a thousand lightning bolts.

Only after Millet had finished his series of speeches did he catch sight of Ann Qianxi and ask her, "Qianxi, what's the matter with you? Why do you look so haggard? Your bags are big enough to hold change. "

"How much did you drink?" Ye Yuni asked Millet. Millet leaned his body over and squinted his eyes like Ye Yuni was acting spoiled. "Hehe, not much. It's just three bottles."

After knowing red wine and champagne, Ye Yuni knocked on Millet's head and said, "No wonder you can say so much."

Millet giggled and began to criticize Ann Qianxi again, "You are quite beautiful in my memory, why are you so dazed like a rabbit that has hit a wall today?"

It was An. Ann Qianxi didn't even need to look to know that she must be in a very sorry state. Her hair was messy and her face was dirty. Her eyes looked like a murderer who had just finished dividing up the corpses after drinking.

Millet was right. She was just a rabbit that was smashed into a wall, in a hurry. Even if the rabbit went crazy, it would bite. "Millet, you didn't get any better, right? Look at you, you're like a drowning dog that fell into a lake."

Millet drank too much and didn't take this sentence to heart. Instead, he treated it as a joke, raised his head and giggled, "Aiya, if you go to class for the day and run around the city three times, you will know how tired you are."

"Are you out of your mind again to sign up for the marathon?"

Ye Yuni leaned over to Millet and asked. It seemed like everyone had drunk a lot. Ye Yuni put a glass of red wine under the tea table without any change in her expression.

"No, I also have an official job, so I have to be constantly busy every day. But it's really hard to get a big company's customers to sign a small contract, so I, Bo Gu, think about it, lay down the facts, reason, and freely switch between Duan Ren and the emotion specialist."

"It's so easy to get rid of a customer. You just need to bring them into a desolate restaurant or shopping mall that's about to close and show off your charm and identity. Of course, this big prerequisite must be a place that filters the crowd with its price."

Ye Yuni blinked her big eyes like a program host on a legal channel. She looked like a righteous person, or like a bunker when Dong Cunrui blew up a bunker.

Who could stop a fortress?

Ann Qianxi had no doubt that Ye Yuni had the ability to do so. In the meantime, Ann Qianxi staggered to her feet, grabbed another glass of wine and gulped it down.

Jia Wanrou laughed like a horse or a rabbit, sprawled out on the sofa with her hair in disarray.

Speaking of hair, Ann Qianxi suddenly remembered, "Yuni, haven't you been staying up all night recently? Why was his hair falling off his head? When I woke up, the room was full of your hair. "

Ye Yu shook her beautiful black hair, "Old mother, I've been reading fashion magazines since I was three years old. My hair has always been the most nutritious and fashionable. Moreover, no matter how hard I work, I won't let my skin get worse."

Ann Qianxi thought this was right. Ye Yuni used to like to use all kinds of weird cosmetics the most. She cared more about her face than she cared about Deng Yujin. How could she let herself become haggard? "

"Besides, who doesn't have hair? There are so many people in the room, how can you be sure that it belongs to Ye Yuni?"

There was a person under the table, but he was the first one to hear the sound.

"That's true, it could also be Deng Yujin's." Ann Qianxi said.