Favorite!Haunted by President Bingshan

Gu Ting slightly lowered his head in thought.

The corner of Qin Mutian's mouth twitched a few times,

"It's over. Your old man still wants to hug his great-grandson. Now it's hopeless."

Gu Ting rubbed his temples deeply, turned to look at An Ran,

"Tell him to shut up, Gu's voted for the project I mentioned last time."

"Guaranteed to satisfy you."

An Ran drank the wine in the glass, put down the glass, grabbed Qin Mutian's collar and carried it to the door, Qin Mutian wailed,

"Boss Gu, don't play like this, Han Qingfeng, help me."

Han Qingfeng spread his hands, expressing his helplessness.

Gu Ting crossed his legs, sipped wine, and chatted with Han Qingfeng as if it had nothing to do with him.

When the others heard Qin Mutian's howl, they showed sympathy, and secretly rejoiced that they were not the ones who offended that master.

After a few minutes, An Ran pushed the door open with a happy face and came in. Qin Mutian followed behind with a mournful face, obediently sitting in the corner of the sofa.

Except for Gu Tingshen, no one knew how An Ran made him stop and shut up.

An Ran looked at Gu Tingshen as if asking for credit, "How about it, are you satisfied?"

"Ah."

"Shall I send you the contract tomorrow morning?"

"it is good."

Qin Mutian's eyes were wide open, he dared not speak out, he hummed and looked at the person in front of him, An Ran raised his hand and hit the back of his head.

He didn't move, with an aggrieved expression on his face, Han Qingfeng laughed so hard that his shoulders shook, he came over and patted his head,

"Forbearance."

He angrily wrote four words on the desktop: too much.

Gu Ting tilted his head deeply, glanced sideways, indifferent.

......

Chen Ke and Zhou Yan stood at the door of Shengxing Bar with Xia Xing on their arms, but the security guards did not let them in, so they had no choice but to wait for Song Ziyang at the door.

Shengxing Bar is a member-only bar under the Gu Group. It is specially provided for people in the upper class to drink and party. Ordinary people can't get in. For some outstanding beauties, the security at the door will turn a blind eye to let them in. They all know that these people go in and drink only secondarily, and whether they can hook up with some rich people is the main goal.

Not long after, Song Ziyang appeared at the door of the bar and showed his electronic membership card before the security guard let them in.

On the way to the box, Zhou Yan said angrily, "Didn't you say that all beauties are allowed in? Is my wife not beautiful enough? Why don't you let me in?"

Song Ziyang was dressed in business attire, with one hand in his pocket, and the other hand on Zhou Yan's shoulder, "How can it be, my sister Yan is not beautiful."

"Then why don't you let me in?"

"Because you are not beautiful enough." Xia Xing said suddenly.

Zhou Yan stared at her, "Why am I not beautiful?"

Song Ziyang and Chen Ke hurriedly covered Xia Xing's mouth and stopped letting her speak.

After entering the box, they pushed Xia Xing to the back of the sofa, and said, "Sit here obediently."

Immediately, the three of them sat together and drank one cup, one cup while Song Ziyang saw that Xia Xing was really sitting there obediently, motionless, and felt inexplicably funny.

He raised his chin slightly to signal, "How can the protagonist not drink?"

Immediately afterwards, he poured a glass of wine and put it in Xia Xing's hands. The three of them took turns to toast with her, and each said three words of congratulations.

After the toast was over, they took the glass from her hand and continued to play games and drink beside her.

After a round of drinking, they put the original wine glasses in Xia Xing's hands again, made a new round of toasts, and then went on to drink and play games. After playing back and forth for a few rounds, all three of them lay down on the sofa up.

Looking at their collapsed appearance, Xia Xing shook his head, "Three idiots!"

......

She put down the wine she had held all night but didn't take a sip, got up and walked out of the box in a daze, and went to the bathroom according to the signs.

On the way back, she felt that the aisles of each box looked the same. After turning east and west, turning left and right, she was completely confused.

Feeling in his pockets, without a mobile phone, he shook his head, carefully recalling which private room they were in, and had no memory at all.

Dizzy and dizzy, she crouched by the corner of the wall for a while, and passed by a few people, who gave her a sideways glance, saw no surprise, directly passed her, and entered the box next to her.

Suddenly a sound of steady footsteps sounded in the corridor, from far to near, she lowered her head, ignored the sound, immersed in her chaotic thoughts, until a pair of polished leather shoes appeared in her sight, she did not Slowly raised his head to look at the person coming, his eyes widened.

The person in front of her felt very familiar. She blinked and pointed at the person, "Are you...the Iceberg Demon King?"