Mr. Qi and his face-slapping lady

Chapter 92

In the end, Song Weiyi persuaded everyone to settle on Anru.

Director Park saw that it was over, and suggested: "Let's have a meal together."

Song Weiyi didn't tell her family about her return, so she refused: "Sorry, I still have something to do today."

Qi Nian, who was silent for a long time, finally said, "Miss Song is so busy."

Strange yin and yang!

Song Weiyi endured it, the corners of her mouth were raised slightly, and the words seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth: "No."

"Then give us a face to have a meal together?" Qi Nian looked at her slightly sideways.

"My pleasure."

The director caught in the middle always felt that there was a smell of gunpowder between the two, so he didn't dare to speak for a while.

Qi Nian asked his assistant to go to Yunhai Hotel to fill up the box, and a group of people passed by in a mighty manner.

Song Weiyi was really tired these days, sitting in the co-pilot and rubbing her temples slowly, the sun had already set, leaving only a faint light in the distance, which disappeared after a while, and the street lamps stood on the Curbside, do your due diligence.

The people on the table drank with Song Weiyi one after another as if it had been agreed upon. No one went to drink with Qi Nian. He sat in the center with his hands on his lap and didn't move his chopsticks. Because of the lighting, people couldn't see him clearly. Hiding under the glasses, she cast a sly look on Song Weiyi.

"Miss Song." The director came to her again with a glass of wine. He was obviously confused and spoke with his tongue hanging out: "I hope we will have another collaboration."

Song Weiyi knew that he would vomit if he drank any more, so he gave Wang Yu a wink, and he hurried up to block the drink.

Seeing her hiding for another glass of wine, Qi Nian touched Song Weiyi's glass with the untouched wine glass, and smiled maliciously: "Miss Song, happy cooperation."

After speaking, he drank a glass of red wine happily.

Just as Song Weiyi was about to ask Wang Yu to drink instead, Qi Nian said slowly from the side: "Miss Song won't be disrespectful." His expression was somewhat forced.

Song Weiyi felt her scalp go numb, and she didn't know who started it at the table, they were all saying: "Miss Song, don't lose face."

Song Weiyi smiled slightly, took the wine glass, raised her head and swallowed it in one gulp, she wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, suppressed the feeling of vomiting, and said to Qi Nian, "We are happy to cooperate."

Qi Nian glanced at her, and then said to the assistant beside him: "Tell the waiter, don't bring up the leftover wine."

Song Weiyi sat at the dining table, clutching her slightly sore stomach, suppressing the urge to vomit. She picked up the phone with one hand and wanted to call a substitute driver, but just as she turned on the phone, a message from Qian Siming popped up.

Qian Siming: 【Come out? 】

Qian Siming: [Drink and chat. 】

She suddenly remembered that there was an accident in the car at night before, and she was a little scared for a while. After thinking about it, she sent a message to Qian Siming: [Did you drink? 】

Qian Siming: [No, I'm waiting for you. 】

Song Weiyi: [Stop drinking, give you an address, come and help me drive, my assistant and I both drank too much. 】

Wang Yu drank a few more glasses, and now he was so drunk that he was paralyzed. For some reason, these old guys can drink too much.

Qian Siming sent a series of messages, all of which were question marks, Song Weiyi directly sent him a location and turned off the phone.

Finally, Qi Nian said the show was over, Song Weiyi asked a waiter to help him send Wang Yu to the lobby, and ran to the toilet by herself, she drank all over the world these years, she could drink, but she would easily vomit if she drank too much. Qi Nian's glass of red wine was her last line.

Song Weiyi collapsed next to the toilet, and it took a while to get up and walk out while supporting the toilet. She leaned on the sink and looked at herself in a mess in the mirror, and swears: "Fuck, if I knew it, I wouldn't have agreed to remake it."

She leaned against the wall and took off her high-heeled shoes, with a cigarette between her fingertips. Now, anyone who comes in can see this scene. A cold woman is leaning against the wall with her bare feet, with a pair of high-heeled shoes next to her feet, curled up. Her wavy hair was gathered together randomly, a few strands stuck to her face, and she held a cigarette between her fingertips, like a beauty in ruins.

Song Weiyi threw the burnt cigarettes into the trash can, put on her shoes, and walked out.

What she didn't expect was that she would meet Qi Nian at the door of the toilet. To be precise, he was Qi Nian carrying the medicine. There was a utility room between the men's and women's toilets in the hotel. No matter how you go, men shouldn't be here. Song Weiyi became angry with that glass of wine tonight, and deliberately mocked him: "Dong Qi still has the habit of peeping at the women's restroom?"

Qi Nian choked back: "Is there anything you don't understand?"

Song Weiyi was speechless for a moment, her phone vibrated twice in her bag, she knew that Qian Siming was here, and waved lazily: "Goodbye, Director Qi."

When Song Weiyi passed by him, Qi Nian grabbed her, put the medicine bag into her hand with the other hand, and said awkwardly: "Stomach medicine, remember to take it."

Her lips moved, but no words came out.

Qi Nian let go of her, turned around and stood side by side with her: "Miss Song doesn't know how to express my gratitude?"

"Thank you." For some reason, a sense of guilt welled up in my heart.

"Send you a trip?"

"No, someone is coming to pick you up."

"Ah."

The two of them took the elevator to the first floor together, and bumped into Qian Siming who had sent hundreds of messages to Song Weiyi but hadn't received a reply. Don't know the reply message?"

Song Weiyi knew it was her mistake, stuck out her tongue: "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

Qian Siming's fire was extinguished a little, and his eyes were set on Qi Nian: "Who is this?"

"My partner." Song Weiyi said goodbye to Qi Nian while pushing Qian Siming away.

Qi Nian's eyes gradually turned cold, and finally he laughed at himself and left.

Should I say it or not, Wang Yu was really serious, and made Qian Siming very tired.

"Where are you going?" Qian Siming started the engine.

Before she came back, she asked Wang Yu to rent a small apartment for herself, which happened to be in use right now.

"Why are you back? Didn't you say you were going to wander the world?" Qian Siming held the car window with one hand and controlled the steering wheel with the other, looking sideways at her.

"Drive well." Song Weiyi didn't want to die with him yet.

Qian Siming straightened his body.

Song Weiyi leaned on the car window and looked outside, the night in the sea of ​​clouds was still the same, it was still very prosperous, she sighed, and said with a smile: "I'm getting older, I want to go home."

"You're really old, you're almost 27." Qian Siming was two years younger than her, and it was common for her to laugh at her.

Song Weiyi glanced at him sideways.

"I don't believe it's because you want to go home." Qian Siming's words suddenly had a sour taste: "You came back because of your ex-boyfriend."

The corners of Song Weiyi's raised mouth suddenly faded, and she stared out of the window in a daze.

(End of this chapter)