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The bar that Qu Heng mentioned is not far from the meeting place, and it is located in the most conspicuous position in the center of the street.

Perhaps because it was newly opened, the business inside is somewhat bleak, but the interior and exterior decoration is not stingy at all, even the seats and sofas are made of high-end leather.

Several people randomly found a place to sit down, and Qu Heng called the foreman to bring the good wine he had placed, and ordered some fruit plate snacks to satisfy his hunger first.

The conversation was quite lively, Song Xianfei went from being silent at the beginning to gradually agreeing with Qu Heng and the others on the topic, not talking about success or fame, nor project issues, just what he saw in the early days of his business or hot news about political and current affairs.

Only Cheng Yi was not in high spirits. After sitting for a while, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and his whole body was full of discomfort. It was not because of the bar environment and his inability to drink. Seeing Song Xianfei and Qu Heng whispering to each other.

Maybe the two people in front of me don't like it very much, otherwise, they wouldn't have such a strange mood. The more Cheng Yi thought about it, the more he regretted it, and he didn't know which nerve made him twitch. If he knew it, he would have asked Song Xianfei to return the key Xiaosa went to find Liu Minghang.

When the wine was high, Qu Heng suddenly changed the subject, smiled and looked at Song Xianfei beside him, "Xianfei, may I ask, are you still unmarried?"

Song Xianfei was taken aback for a moment, and soon came back to his senses, "Indeed, not yet, how did Mr. Qu know?"

"It can be seen from your fingers." Qu Heng didn't intend to show off, he took Song Xianfei's hand naturally, rubbed it slowly between his fingers and looked carefully, "There is no trace of wearing a ring on your hand, I am just bold I made a guess, but I didn’t expect to be fooled by it.”

Cheng Yi couldn't help curling his lips at the side, reached out and picked up the rabbit-shaped apple from the fruit plate and threw it into his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls vigorously, and chewed it into pieces as if to vent his anger.

Song Xianfei smiled politely at Qu Heng, "It's true that I have no plans in this regard. After all, marriage and love are free in this era, and it is not surprising to get married late or not to marry now."

"That's right." Qu Heng let go of his hand, and specially spread his ten fingers to show Song Xianfei, "I have also been single until now, and like you, I have no plans for this for the time being."

Hearing that Qu Heng admitted that he was single, Song Xianfei was still a little surprised. No matter what Qu Heng said, he was four or five years older than himself. In terms of qualifications and looks, he had everything, and there should be many people who pursued him.

But due to personal privacy issues, Song Xianfei couldn't find out what happened.

Qu Heng hooked the tie with two fingers and loosened it down, leaning back on the sofa relaxedly, "What about you? Is there any favorite type or current favorite object?"

"This..." Song Xianfei smiled lightly and shook his head. He usually avoids talking about such issues. The reason why most people don't get married is nothing more than busy work or personal reasons. To him, these things are so trivial. It was so far away that he didn't even dare to imagine the outline of his future partner.

Song Xianfei didn't know what to say for a moment, just as he was about to pick up his wine glass to dismiss this topic, he and Cheng Yi looked over the wine table and met straight in the air.

For a moment, it was as if a string on the violin was suddenly snapped, and the notes were messed up, causing Song Xianfei's heart to palpitate suddenly.

Cheng Yi was also taken aback, then raised his eyebrows at Song Xianfei, regardless of whether the conversation between him and Qu Heng was over, stretched out his hand and shook it vigorously in front of Song Xianfei a few times, "Where's the car key? Give it to me."

What Song Xianfei was about to say was interrupted by him, so he put down his wine glass, took out the key from his suit pocket and handed it to Cheng Yi.

Cheng Yi took the key and lay down directly on the sofa, his upper body completely relaxed and sank into it. Song Xianfei was not surprised by his casual behavior and didn't bother to pay attention to him, and continued to turn his head to talk to Qu Heng and the others.

"Song Xianfei, why is there a piece of paint off my key shell?" Cheng Yi interrupted the conversation between Song Xianfei and Qu Heng again, holding up the red key protection shell made of crocodile leather and shaking it vigorously in front of Song Xianfei.

Subconsciously, he felt that this kid was looking for trouble. Song Xianfei took a deep breath, turned his head and glanced at the ugly key shell, "Where is the paint coming off?"

"It's right here, do you see it?" Cheng Yi held the thing close to his eyes, "Look carefully, it's right here."

Song Xianfei stared at the key shell and looked back and forth, but he couldn't find where the paint that Cheng Yi said was peeled off.

He leaned forward and said to Cheng Yi in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "If you have any dissatisfaction with me, you can go back to the company and talk about it. This is Mr. Qu's place, so don't mess around too much."

"I'm not messing around, I'm just joking." Cheng Yi also lowered his voice quite a bit, and seeing Song Xianfei's expression on his face change from surprise to anger, he felt even more at ease.

"It's just the key skin, Xiao Yi, if you want to change it, uncle can buy you another one at a cost." Pan Yuanshan smoothed things over with a loud voice, and it looked like he was already drunk.

"No need for Uncle Pan." Cheng Yi smiled and sat back on the sofa, holding the key tightly in his hand, "It's also possible that I misread it, after all, the light in Qu's store is really dazzling."

Qu Heng didn't understand why this kid suddenly got involved in him, so he coughed lightly in embarrassment, and waved his hand to signal for the clerk to come over, "Master Cheng can't drink, why don't I ask the staff to bring more fruit plates to relieve your boredom."

"Thank you Mr. Qu for your kindness, and the fruit plate will be free." Cheng Yi leaned on the sofa and crossed his legs, "If it wasn't for driving today, I would really like to have a few more drinks at Mr. Qu's shop."

Song Xianfei couldn't help frowning when he heard his beating tone. Those who didn't know it thought that Qu Heng owed him eight thousand dollars.

Qu Heng narrowed his eyes and smiled, as if he didn't care much.

Until a few bottles of red and white were drunk, the wine was almost drunk, and Pan Yuanshan was even more drunk, not talking nonsense, and even walking had to be supported by Pan Yao so as not to stagger.

Pan Yao didn't drink much. Even if there was a driver waiting outside, it would be appropriate for him to send his second uncle home in person. It was probably because of his presence today that Pan Yuanshan drank a few more at ease. cup.

It's just that a drunk person is unconscious, and opening his mouth is like an open valve, shaking everything out.

Pan Yao was afraid that he would say more than he should have said, so he helped him to leave first, and interrupted his nonsense, "Okay, second uncle, please stop talking, second aunt is still at home waiting for you to go back .”

"Stinky boy, listen carefully to what your second uncle says." Pan Yuanshan's tongue was tied, "I usually treat you like my own son, so call me Dad to listen to you another day."

"Yes, yes, second uncle, you are my real father." Pan Yao sighed, and called the driver to tell him to bring the car over, but he was really worried about Song Xianfei, so he had to ask Cheng Yi to take him home before leaving .

Pan Yuanshan raised his head from his drunkenness, and followed Pan Yao's vague agreement, "Boy Yi, I'll leave Xiao Song to you, you have to send him home to me, did you hear that?" ?”

Cheng Yi nodded repeatedly, "I see, Uncle Pan, you should go back quickly."

After the group sent Pan Yuanshan and the others away, Cheng Yi realized that his car was still parked at the meeting place.

Driving from the conference venue to the bar is only a traffic light, and it takes only ten minutes to walk.

He was just about to walk to drive the car, and sent Song Xianfei back with a gesture of kindness. Unexpectedly, as soon as he made a move, he heard Qu Heng asking behind him, "Master Cheng, isn't he going to send someone back?"

"I……"

"I can take a taxi back by myself." Song Xianfei interrupted Cheng Yi, his tone seemed to be deliberately emphatic, "If another piece of paint falls off, I won't be able to tell with a hundred mouths."

"Since Director Song said so, then you can do whatever you want." Cheng Yi suddenly felt a little ridiculous, and it was hard for him to think of sending him off just now.

After dropping these words coldly, he walked straight out of the bar, looking a little angry.

Song Xianfei sighed helplessly, obviously he was the one who escaped the meeting today and still exuded hostility towards Qu Heng inexplicably, and he didn't know why the young people were so angry now, it was just a dynamite bag.

"Young people are always high-spirited, and Cheng Dong arranged for him to be at the bottom of the company, and he probably felt aggrieved in his heart."

At some point, Qu Heng brought a glass of honey water and handed it to Song Xianfei, "Drink some honey water, it will somewhat relieve the discomfort after drinking."

"Thank you, Mr. Qu." Song Xianfei took a few sips from the water glass, and apologized to Qu Heng: "He also has this temper in the company. If something bumps into you today, I hope Mr. Qu will not mind."

"No." Qu Heng smiled and shook his head, keeping his gaze fixed on Song Xianfei.

Song Xianfei suddenly felt uncomfortable with that sizing-up and admiring gaze, so he drank the remaining honey water in one gulp, planning not to stay here and continue to bother Qu Heng.

It's just that within two seconds of standing up, a sense of dizziness overwhelmed Song Xianfei, and Song Xianfei felt his eyes blur, and then his body staggered and fell to the sofa.

"Xianfei, what's the matter with you?" Qu Heng hurriedly approached and asked with concern.

"It's okay, Mr. Qu, maybe he was a little anxious when he woke up just now." Song Xianfei pressed his fingers on his temples on both sides, and finally felt that the sudden dizziness was better.

Qu Heng approached slowly, stretched out his hand to hold Song Xianfei's wrist, the smell of woody cologne rushed into his nose again, the tail note was a little lighter compared with the first time, mixed with the smell of wine in the air, somewhat adding ambiguity to the atmosphere .

Song Xianfei's heart skipped a few times. The growing weakness of his body made him feel insecure in his heart. He pulled back his wrist and smiled apologetically at Qu Heng, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Qu...I'll go back first."

According to the daily entertainment, my drinking capacity is not too bad. Although I drank a few more glasses today, it is still within the controllable amount. This special situation has never happened before. .

Song Xianfei tried his best to keep his steps as steady as possible, and stood up slowly while supporting the sofa, but everything in front of him gradually became blurred, as if the surrounding lights and people were covered with a film, and the voice gradually became less clear.

At the moment when his body was weak and he was about to fall, Qu Heng just happened to support his shoulder from behind.

"Xianfei, you're drunk."

Qu Heng's breathing seemed to be close to Song Xianfei's ear, and his body became particularly sensitive after being contaminated with alcohol, which made Song Xianfei shiver uncontrollably.

"I'll help you back to the private room for a rest." Qu Heng smiled gently, "If you're really sleepy, you can spend the night with me. I'll ask the driver to take you to work tomorrow morning."

Song Xianfei was really uncomfortable at this meeting, maybe even walking out of the bar was an extravagant hope, he nodded obediently, and could only rest at Qu Heng's place for a while, and it would not be too late to go back when his body recovered and had strength.

When Cheng Yi turned back to the parking lot, there were very few cars left in the parking space, and his silver-black supercar was particularly eye-catching under the street lights.

After getting in the car, the anger in his heart still didn't subside. Cheng Yi glanced at the passenger seat, wondering whether Song Xianfei would like to sit or not. Anyway, there is no such shop in the village, so he deserves to pay more for a taxi.

When he was about to start the car and leave, the mobile phone in his pocket rang at the right time, Cheng Yi glanced at the caller ID, took a deep breath and swiped to connect, "Hey Hangzi, is your shop still busy?

"Things are almost handled, what's the matter, Brother Yi, it sounds like you're in a bad mood."

As Cheng Yi's best buddy, Liu Minghang can always tell if his mood is wrong immediately.

"I'm not in a bad mood." Cheng Yi didn't intend to admit it, if he let his brother know that he was angry because of Song Xianfei again and again, it wouldn't be embarrassing enough to say it.

Liu Minghang knew that he cared about saving face, so he simply didn't ask the bottom line. He only said that he had time to visit his shop and help him to correct where the decoration was not in place.

"Hey Hangzi." Cheng Yi interrupted Liu Minghang's chatter, thought for a while before saying: "You have stayed in Liwan for a long time, and I want to ask you about someone."

Liu Minghang agreed quickly and neatly, "Tell me, brother, you will know everything you know, and you can talk endlessly."

Cheng Yi thought for a while and said, "Do you know Qu Heng?"

"Qu Heng?" Liu Minghang seemed to be taken aback on the phone, "You mean Qu Heng, the general manager of Xinye?"

"Ah."

"Oh, him." Liu Minghang seemed to sneer, "Although I have never had contact with this person, I have a friend who is in his circle."

Cheng Yi was confused, "What circle?"

"It's men and men... Anyway, the party they organized was quite messy." Liu Minghang coughed, "I heard from my friend that Qu Heng is quite popular with those people in the circle, and he is a person He’s also a jerk, there are quite a few men who take the initiative to post him, and he’s done playing with money, but if he likes something that’s hard to win, he might use some dirty tricks.”

"Fuck!" Cheng Yi couldn't help but swear, "Could it be that no one reported him for doing these things?"

"Ghost knows." Liu Minghang also snorted, "Anyway, he has a pretty good reputation outside of that circle, I guess those people know that they are wrong, and besides, Qu Heng is the boss of Xinye, and his brother-in-law Song Shiduan is not someone to mess with. But Brother Yi, what do you want to know about him?"

"It's okay, just ask casually."

Cheng Yi frowned disgustingly, he really knew people, knew their faces but didn't know their hearts, and what he was doing in human skin was not human affairs, he was a villain and a hypocrite.

"What's the matter, Brother Yi?" Liu Minghang didn't know why, so he joked casually, "You've been single for many years...do you want to find a man?"

"Fuck off, you can't talk nonsense even if you have a mouth." Cheng Yi scolded him angrily, but at this moment his heart skipped a beat.

Seeing that there was a sudden silence on the phone, Liu Minghang greeted him a few times and raised the volume a lot, "Brother Yi, Cheng Yi, what's wrong with you today, you're so absent-minded when talking to your buddies."

"It's nothing." Cheng Yi's voice suddenly became low, and he started the car at the same time as he spoke, and the subsequent voice was overwhelmed by the whistling sound waves, "Brother has something to do, hang up first."