Chapter 5 Drunk

There is a wolf in front and a tiger in the back. Song Ci is stuck in the middle, without even a reason to refuse. Her movements only hesitated for a moment, and then she calmly got into the car amidst the eager eyes around her. After getting in the car, Song Ci consciously sat in the seat furthest away from Zhou Lian and turned his gaze to the window without any intention of exchanging pleasantries. The crowded car seemed to be divided into a Chu River and a Han boundary. Zhou Lian looked at her evasive appearance and sneered slightly, his lazy tone breaking the awkward atmosphere in the car. "I didn't expect Mr. Song, who is so eloquent, to be so taciturn at times." Song Ci had already greeted Zhou Lian eight hundred times in his heart. Her gaze was still indifferently staring at the fleeting scenery outside the window, her red lips parted slightly, and she replied with a hint of coldness. "I didn't expect Mr. Zhou, who is so clean and self-possessed, to be so helpful." She deliberately emphasized the words "keep yourself clean", and both of them knew what she was implying. Zhou Lian's face darkened slightly and he stopped teasing others. The two of them looked to the left and right, as if they were competing, but their eyes never fell on each other. When they arrived at the hotel entrance, Song Ci got out of the car and stepped on high heels, leaving Zhou Lian far behind. At the wine table, there were many people who wanted to toast Song Ci, especially those partners who would force her to drink in the name of doing business. Song Ci had always avoided such occasions if she could. Firstly, she didn't like socializing, and secondly, she had an average drinking capacity. But today was an exception, she was in a bad mood. Therefore, I don't want Zhou Lian to be in a good mood. So, he took the initiative to pick up the wine glass and interacted with each other, smiling charmingly, with a three-pointed smile on his face. Zhou Lian stared at her, put the tip of his tongue against his back molar, and smacked softly. His eyes became more and more serious, and he strode over to her, grabbed her waist, and pushed her to sit down next to him. The man's palms were hot and pressed against his lower back, and Song Ci intuitively felt that the temperature on his body was also rising. No, it needs to be higher. At the dinner table, she repeatedly tried to take Zhou Lian's hand away, and made several sarcastic remarks, but he turned a deaf ear. Continue chatting and laughing with the man at the table. Song Ci's eyebrows twitched slightly. While they were talking about which piece of land was going to be built into a shopping mall in the near future, the other party suddenly changed the subject and said flatteringly, "Mr. Zhou has a successful career now, have you considered starting a family? There is no woman around here who knows how to help take care of life. It’s such a hard life!” Zhou Lian calmly took a sip of his drink, his sexy Adam's apple rolled, and his affectionate eyes narrowed, "Mr. Li, are you going to be a matchmaker for me?" Then Mr. Li hurriedly waved his hands, "I don't dare, I just haven't seen anyone around Mr. Zhou, and I want to know what kind of woman Mr. Zhou likes." Zhou Lian was silent for a moment, while Song Ci, who had not spoken a word, smiled and said, "I like to be sick." As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at her. Song Ci explained, "We, Mr. Zhou, are young and talented, with good looks and unique natural tastes. The book says that illness is like Xizi's three points, which shows that beauty with illness is also beautiful." She looked at Zhou Lian with a half-smile but said, "Yes, Mr. Zhou." Zhou Lian raised his eyebrows. "Mr. Song knows so clearly. Could it be that he has a crush on me and made a special trip to inquire about my preferences?" Song Ci remained calm, "Mr. Zhou is overthinking, I'm just guessing. I don't dare to reach for someone like you. After all, I'm in good health, and I'm still far from being a sick beauty." Zhou Lian smiled silently, but the smile was extremely cold, and anyone with the slightest glance could tell that he was angry. Everyone at the table saw the discord between the two people, but neither party could afford to offend them, and they couldn't help each other, so they had to come out to smooth things over and make jokes to remove the page. After the meal, a group of people walked in front, and they all whispered to Mr. Li, "Old Li, I'm not talking about you, what kind of woman are you talking about? Look, you have ruined a good dinner!" "I didn't know it would be like this. I didn't want to send money to Zhou Lian, but I wanted to send someone who suits my appetite!" "Do you still need to give me this? Are you blind? On that table, the man named Zhou is clearly having an affair with Song Ci..." Song Ci heard it with the tips of his ears. He glanced at the person in front of him and said nothing, but Zhou Lian beside him said coldly. "Oh, anyone with a discerning eye can see that I have an affair with you?" The man's voice lowered, "Song Ci, which one?" Song Ci walked forward on his own, and the hem of his skirt was lifted up by the wind from time to time, revealing his fair calf, "Hasn't this leg been cut off by you now?" Zhou Lian walked beside her, staring at the white snow swaying under the skirt of the woman's skirt, his eyes darkened. He took a few steps forward, using the cover of the crowd to press against Song Ci, but his hand had already slipped down. The hot breath from his lips warmed Song Ci's ears, "It's not broken, it's still very tender..." Song Cili ignored him, and then raised her feet. The ten-centimeter high heels were stuck into the man's black leather shoes. Damn scumbag. Zhou Lian tugged at his lips, but refused to let go. "Why, you just greet them with a smile, but I fight with you with fists and kicks?" While the two were arguing silently, Zhou Lian's cell phone suddenly rang. It was a custom in business not to answer personal calls, but after looking at the familiar number on the screen, he still let go, his voice softened, and he said, "Sorry, just pick up the phone." The man turned around and walked hurriedly, and the confusing atmosphere around him quickly dissipated. Song Ci stood there quietly for a moment, the wind around him was a bit cold. It's nothing, she thought. Song Ci chuckled lightly and returned to the box again. "Mr. Song, would you like to have one more drink?" "Mr. Song, since you gave Mr. Wang face, you have to give me the same face, right?" "..." Maybe it was because of his bad mood. Song Ci did not refuse everyone who came to toast tonight, and made all the partners smile. The rumored unkind eldest lady of the Song family is not that difficult to deal with. . Outside the door, Zhou Lian walked to the window and pressed the call button. His voice became softer and asked, "What's the matter?" The person on the other end of the phone was a female voice, who asked in a low voice, "Ah Lian, can you come over and take a look at me? I always feel a little uncomfortable tonight." Zhou Lian paused, "I have a social event tonight, I'll go over to see you tomorrow." The person opposite was silent for more than ten seconds, and then replied with some reluctance, "Then you must remember to come over tomorrow. This is what you promised me..." "Um." After hanging up the phone, Zhou Lian did not go back immediately. Instead, he lit a cigarette and looked out the window with an unclear expression. By the time he returned to the box again, Song Ci had already drank nearly a bottle. "Mr. Song is such a good drinker!" "Yeah, I didn't expect Mr. Song to drink so well!" No matter how many glasses of red wine she drank, Song Ci never showed the slightest trace of drunkenness on her face. Only the bright red color at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows proved that she had indeed drank. Those who originally wanted to get her drunk on purpose gradually stopped thinking after seeing this, and the meal was uneventful. Only Zhou Lian knew that Song Ci had been drunk for a long time. Although he didn't know how bad Song Ci's drinking capacity was, in the years they lived together, the biggest intersection between him and Song Ci was not in bed, but in various business situations. At that time, Zhou Lian's biggest role for Song Ci was to ward off wine and take people home after the show. As long as Zhou Lian is here, Song Ci can safely get himself drunk. This feeling of being kept in the dark once made Song Ci mistakenly think that she was different to Zhou Lian, but the reality gave her a loud slap in the face. Song Ci curled his lips in a self-deprecating way, and downed the last glass of wine with a dazed look in his eyes. After the meal, there were naturally other entertainment programs, but Song Ci and Zhou Lian did not continue to participate. For a moment, only the two of them were left at the busy dinner table. "Let's go." Zhou Lian's tone was calm and natural. It could be seen that he had done this many times. Song Ci's train of thought had long been stuck, but some things had already been engraved deep in her memory. She replied almost as soon as she heard the voice, "Okay." Zhou Lian called the hotel waiter and booked a new box. Then he stood up, helped Song Ci up, and took away the man whose eyes were beginning to lose focus. When he arrived at the door of the box, Zhou Lian turned slightly sideways and motioned for her to go in first. Song Ci stared at him for a while, as if he wanted to identify who the person in front of him was. After a long while, he frowned and glared at him drunkenly. Because his eyes were blurred, and the tips of his eyebrows were already reddish. This glance didn't look like he was glaring, but rather like he was coquettish. But the next second, the words she spoke completely dissipated the charming atmosphere, and she pointed her finger at Zhou Lian mercilessly. "asshole!" Zhou Lian raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you scolding me?" The drunk Song Ci had long since shed his cold outer shell and left him on who knows which planet. She stretched out her fingers and poked Zhou Lian's heart several times. When she was done, she raised her hand and patted Jun on the face, "I'm not scolding you, I'm praising you..." Zhou Lian squinted his eyes and felt that his back molars were a little itchy. He grabbed her arm and tried to throw her directly into the box. Song Ci shook off his hand, staggered in, and threw himself on the carpet within two steps. "!" Zhou Lian followed less than half a meter behind her, took a step forward, stretched out his long arms, and caught her shaky figure in time. Neither of them noticed that a few minutes ago at the corner, a person took out his mobile phone and recorded the scene that just happened. After taking the photo, he raised a malicious smile on his lips, opened WeChat, clicked on a chat box, and directly sent a few photos. Along with the photo, there was a sarcastic comment about schadenfreude. "You seem to have been cheated on."