private marriage

There is a kind of obsession, called a glance.

To you it is honey, but to me it is poisonous arsenic.

I have been contaminated with you in this life, I can't wait to have cramps and bones, and never see each other again.

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A company in Songcheng.

Chu Xu had just come in for an internship for two days, and was about to take her bag and leave when she got off work.

At this moment, Director Wu opened the office door and came out. She stepped forward and looked around, and her eyes finally settled on the faces of Chu Xu and the other two young girls.

"You, you, and you," she ordered three people, "pack up and go social with me."

Chu Xu didn't expect to be exploited like this during off-duty hours, but she was just a new employee and had the least right to complain.

Several other aunt-level colleagues rolled their eyes. "Girls, welcome."

Director Wu glanced over coldly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I said the wrong thing, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Chu Xu vaguely had a bad premonition in her heart. She was wearing light makeup, but she went to the bathroom to remove her face before leaving. She didn't even put on lipstick.

Director Wu brought a few people to a high-end hotel, and the boxes had already been reserved.

Chu Xu followed her in, and there was no one there. Director Wu hurriedly called to order food, "You guys clean up well, what's the matter with you, Chu Xu? You have a clear face."

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry to go out today..."

"Put on your makeup quickly."

Chu Xu shirked that she didn't bring cosmetics, and the two girls next to her were touching up their makeup, and no one was happy to lend her things.

Director Wu ordered the dishes, and the few people waited in the box for nearly half an hour before they heard footsteps outside.

Director Wu walked quickly to the door, and when he stepped out, his back that was usually straight would want to be bent at ninety degrees.

"Manager Zhao, Manager Niu, and Young Master Jiang..."

Chu Xu's originally calm eyes quickly looked outside. How many people can afford to say something about Young Master Jiang in Song City?
It happened that Jiang Xiuzhi walked in the front. Among the three, he was the most graceful, with good looks and good posture. The two girls beside Chu Xu were completely attracted to him, and they had long since lost sight of others.

Chu Xu stood up stiffly, wishing she could take her bag and leave.

There were still many vacancies in front of a big round table, but Jiang Xiuzhi went straight to Chu Xu's side. He pulled out the chair and sat down. Director Wu knew what it meant when he saw it.

"Chu Xu, you have to take good care of Young Master Jiang, and toast Young Master Jiang with two glasses of wine later."

Everyone was seated, Jiang Xiuzhi saw that she was still standing, and thought she was going to leave the table in anger.

He raised his handsome face to look at her eyes, "Miss, do you want me to look up at you?"

Chu Xu had no choice but to sit back.

From this point of view, it was a major customer of the company. Director Wu was very courteous and asked Jiang Xiuzhi respectfully. "What would Young Master Jiang want? Red or white?"

"Naturally, the most exciting thing is to be done."

Director Wu hurriedly greeted the waiter and brought in several bottles of top-quality high-strength liquor.

"Chu Xu, quickly pour wine for Young Master Jiang."

Director Wu took a bottle of white wine and came to her. When he withdrew his hand, he stabbed her in the waist. What a smart face and a stupid belly!

Chu Xu picked up the wine bottle. The white wine glass was very small, just one finger high, and she carefully filled it up for Jiang Xiuzhi.

Dishes began to be served one after another in the private room, Jiang Xiu knew that no one dared to open his mouth first without moving his chopsticks.

The man picked up the chopsticks at hand and picked up a piece of spiced beef, but put it in Chu Xu's bowl.

The other two colleagues looked at each other, Chu Xu's breathing became tight, and Jiang Xiuzhi stared at her profile. "Why, don't you like it?"