In the days of being a master for the male protagonist

Today is Friday, in the office, Su Qinghuai stretched out after finishing the work at hand.

Xindao can finally get off the morning shift today, and tomorrow and the next two days are weekends, so he can relax for two days.

Recently, I have been a little nervous, but it has become a little relieved.

When he was free, he looked up and saw the supervisor coming out of the office, stopped in the aisle, and clapped his hands to signal everyone to be quiet.

Then he said directly, "Attention everyone, the company is going to have a dinner party tonight, so hurry up and do the work at hand."

Hearing the words, Su Qinghuai didn't really want to go. Just as he was about to say that he would not go if he had something to do, the supervisor turned around and added, "You are not allowed to be absent."

Then he turned and went back to his office.

Su Qinghuai was a little dumb for a moment, before she had time to say anything, she couldn't say it.

The time passed quickly, he stayed absent-minded until he got off work, and then saw the supervisor walking out of the office.

He raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist, and then said to everyone, "It's a bit far away. It's in Juxianglou in the south of the city. If you have a car, you can pick up other colleagues. You can also take a taxi. You are not allowed to be late when you meet at the entrance of the meal at seven o'clock." .”

After speaking, he saw Su Qinghuai in a blink of an eye, then smiled and said, "Xiao Su can take my car."

After finishing the words, an older male colleague followed suit, "Director, the two of us also need to take the supervisor's car."

The supervisor's car just fits three people, two colleagues plus Su Qinghuai, just right.

There are quite a few people with cars in the company, so other people formed teams one after another. Su Qinghuai sat on the supervisor's co-pilot.

Looking out the window, he thought that maybe he should also learn to drive, and then buy one for transportation.

It's just that all of his money was used to buy a house, and he didn't have enough left. He had to save for a while to buy a car.

Juxianglou in the south of the city is a restaurant decorated in an ancient style. It is quiet and elegant. If ordinary people want to come to eat, they must make a reservation a few days in advance.

Due to the distance and the traffic jam on the road, Su Qinghuai and the others spent an hour on the road before arriving at the entrance of the hotel.

After Su Qinghuai got out of the car, he looked at the expensive and elegant restaurant. This restaurant didn't look cheap. Why did he choose this place for the company dinner?

The supervisor went to park the car first, and the colleagues behind him also arrived one after another.

Su Qinghuai and the others stood at the door and waited for a while, but the supervisor didn't come back, but instead waited for a black, calm and domineering Cullinan.

Just when everyone was wondering who this was, the car door opened and a person came down.

A person that Su Qinghuai never thought of, Mr. Song!

He withdrew his surprised gaze and glanced at his position. Fortunately, he was relatively back, and no one noticed his strange emotion.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, he tried not to look at Mr. Song's face that was exactly the same as Song Guizhou's, and only hoped that this person just happened to meet.

But the reality told him, delusional.

The supervisor also came out from the inside, and when he saw Mr. Song, he immediately smiled and stepped forward and said, "Mr. Song, you are here."

Maybe he didn't expect Mr. Song to come over so soon. The supervisor welcomed the person in, and then called the others to go in.

The reservation is a large private room, the decoration in the private room is also very elegant, giving people a quiet feeling.

Su Qinghuai was the last one to go in because he was standing at the back. After entering, he found that other colleagues went directly to the seats they had chosen.

Mr. Song sat in the innermost upper seat, leaving the left and right sides vacant.

The other seats were already full, and he was hesitating whether to step forward, and the supervisor who was talking to the waiter was left.

As soon as the supervisor turned his head, he saw that Su Qinghuai's brows were slightly tightened, as if he was a bit reluctant, and he said puzzledly, "Go and sit down."

Why does he still dislike sitting with the big boss?

Su Qinghuai was restless and couldn't leave directly, so he had no choice but to lift his feet and walk to the nearest left side, and then sat down.

He was sitting on President Song's left, and on Su Qinghuai's left was Sasha.

After arranging the dishes, the supervisor sat down on Mr. Song's right side.

Then Su Qinghuai heard the exchange of greetings between the supervisor and Mr. Song, he didn't listen deliberately, he only knew that this person's voice was very cold, no matter what the supervisor said, he always said indifferently, "Yeah."

The people across the table could feel the embarrassing atmosphere for the supervisor. Su Qinghuai originally felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, but now he felt a little sympathetic for the supervisor when he encountered such a moving iceberg.

Su Qinghuai already felt the slightest air-conditioning coming from there, and he slightly glanced in the supervisor's direction.

The atmosphere was awkward, but fortunately, the supervisor had been in the workplace for many years, and his face had already become concrete.

Sensing Su Qinghuai's gaze, the supervisor blinked at him, Su Qinghuai also smiled slightly, and then looked away.

This scene clearly fell into someone's eyes, and Song Guizhou's already condensed face became even colder.

He glanced at the supervisor, who looked middle-aged but looked like a dog, a little worse than himself, probably only a galaxy away.

The master actually smiled at such an old man, but he either avoided or didn't even look at him, and even planned to resign.

Is he still angry with himself?He really didn't do what happened in the Jinluan Hall on purpose. When will Master calm down and look at him squarely.

Song Guizhou's expression was tinged with resentment, and he felt a little wronged.

After a while, the waiter brought up the dishes, one after another of the signature dishes, with a combination of meat and vegetables, just looking at it makes people's appetite shock.

After the dishes were all served, the waiter brought up several bottles of white wine and said, "When you come to Juxianglou for dinner, it is natural to go with our Juxianglou wine. This is brewed by our own restaurant. You can try it."

This is also one of the characteristics of Juxianglou. Many people come here just for this wine.

You can't buy it outside, and you can only drink the wine here if you come here for dinner.

Song Guizhou moved his chopsticks first, and then others started to move their chopsticks one after another.

The waiter poured wine for everyone, and then the supervisor got up and held the glass and said, "Come on, let's toast Mr. Song first."

Seeing that everyone stood up, Su Qinghuai had no choice but to stand up holding the wine glass, saluted Song Guizhou, and then drank with everyone's head up.

I rub it, it's so spicy!

Su Qinghuai sat down, his fair face was gradually stained with a thin layer of powder, and he felt his cheeks were a little hot.

He doesn't have any friends in this world, so he doesn't drink much at all, and his drinking capacity is also very average. The wine he drank in the Qianyuan Continent was basically sake, with a very low alcohol content.

And this wine is spicy in the mouth, so the degree of visibility will not be low.

With one or two more glasses of this kind of wine, he might get drunk straight away.