Rebirth to the top of the entertainment industry

When Meng Qing came to the place designated by Ji Lang, Ji Lang was just finishing a sip of coffee.

Ji Lang raised his eyes, "Why are you dressed like this, are you a college student?"

Hearing this, Meng Qing couldn't help but twitch his veins. Does he care what he thinks about how he dresses?

But when the words came to the mouth, it could only be euphemistic, "It's a holiday in the afternoon, so it's easier to go shopping in this way."

Ji Lang didn't say much about the young man in cartoon fruit casual clothes and loose black trousers, he clicked his tongue and said, "Follow me to a place."

"Where?"

"You'll know when it arrives."

Meng Qing thought it would be really troublesome to be a double agent, not only to give Ji Lang the information he wanted, but also to be there whenever he was called to obey orders.But thinking of the character setting that Xia Bu told him, and the setting of betraying his brother for ambition and wanting to rely on Ji Lang's support, he could only endure and follow.

Meng Qing got into Ji Lang's car and looked out the window without saying a word, looking at the night view of the city.Only then did he realize that even a good car can be so uncomfortable and stuffy, it made him want to jump out of the car to feel sick.

The car stopped in front of a club, Meng Qing got out of the car with Ji Lang, and saw the white bird senior club written on the wall of the club.

There was a row of welcoming boys standing at the door. As soon as Ji Lang stepped into the clubhouse, the manager greeted him, followed by several boys and girls.

"Young Master Ji, you're here." The manager greeted him with a smile, it seemed that the two were already very familiar.

From this tone, Ji Lang must be a frequent visitor here, Meng Qing thought.

"En." Ji Lang responded, reached out and beat the manager.

The manager looked at Ji Lang who was standing next to him again, and said with a sneer, "Yo, Young Master Ji has changed his taste?"

Ji Lang understood what the manager was referring to, a thought flashed in his head, and he said with a smile, "How, is it okay?"

As Ji Lang said, he reached out and pinched Meng Qing's chin to show the manager.

Meng Qing's stature can be considered tall in the circle of friends. He has a handsome figure, but he is still a little worse than Ji Lang. Now that Ji Lang pinches his chin to others, he looks like a little girl who is only shown off to others by his master. Wolfhound.

Meng Qing just wanted to frown to express his displeasure, and even swiped his head to beat Ji Lang backhandedly, but when he thought that he couldn't save Ji Lang's face, ruin Brother Bu's plan, and cause trouble for Brother Bu, he had to pretend not to care, and even pulled out a little bit. Smile for people to see.

"That's right, that's right, when did Young Master Ji's vision get worse?" The manager flattered, "It's just that, in my opinion, this little fresh grass is even better than your old ones."

Another female manager next to him spoke up, "You're so tender, little brother, is he an adult yet?"

Anyway, this is a decent place to sell alcohol to minors.Looking at Meng Qing's attire, he looked even younger.

"Just turned eighteen." Ji Lang said proudly.

"Ji Shao is really enviable." The manager smiled obsequiously, seeing the refreshing appearance of the big boy in front of him, he didn't look like an insider, but he didn't know how Ji Lang got it.

Fresh and natural, this is a rare treasure in the industry, not to mention this young and delicious age.

Like a perfectly grown peach.Not hard, not ripe.One bite, it is full of clear and sweet.

Hearing these words, Meng Qing felt uncomfortable, thinking of the photographer's behavior.Resisting it was just Ji Lang making a malicious joke, and reluctantly suppressed the disgust.

When the manager led them to the box that had been opened early in the morning, Meng Qing clenched his fists in the dark depressed.

There were already one or two of Ji Lang's friends in the box, and they greeted Ji Lang and said that they had just arrived.Then came a few friends.

For a moment, Meng Qing saw that the box was full of people, including Ji Lang's friends, the female publicist in the clubhouse, the younger brother who persuaded the wine to stir up the atmosphere, and the waiter who poured the wine and was in charge of the music.Fortunately, the private room is very large, and the long row of semi-circular sofas is full of people, and it doesn't feel full.

"Brother Ji, you did a great job finding this little wolf cub. I have to toast him." A friend raised his glass and said to Ji Lang and Meng Qing.

"Okay, come on, let's have a toast to brother Qi." Ji Lang hooked Meng Qing's neck, and handed the wine to Meng Qing.

Meng Qing wanted to push him away, but immediately there was booing and "drinking, drinking".

Meng Qing knew that the wine tonight was unavoidable, so he had no choice but to take the wine glass from Ji Lang's hand, and exchanged a toast with his friend before letting Ji Lang put his paw down.

After respecting a friend, how can you not respect others.Several other friends immediately followed suit, and all of them came to toast Meng Qing's wine, and Ji Lang was also happy to see it.

Meng Qing pretended to be flattering, and paid respects to them one by one, cursing inwardly whether Ji Lang had colluded with his friends to drink him.

One of the friends asked the Wenxiang nephrite in his arms to sing a song for everyone.Meng Qing saw that man's hand pinch that lady's leg abruptly.

Seeing it hurt Meng Qing, so Meng Qing could only pretend that he didn't see anything, and reached out to pick up lemons from the fruit plate to refresh himself.

They can't let them underestimate the amount of alcohol they are proud of.

On the other side, a game of guessing dice and drinking wine was played, and Yingying Yanyan had a great time.

"Can you sing?" Ji Lang approached Meng Qing's face and asked.

"No." Meng Qing said decisively.

"Xia Bu can sing well, why don't you know it at all?" Ji Lang saw Meng Qing's reply so decisively, so he deliberately compared.

Meng Qing frowned, not happy to hear Brother Bu's name from Ji Lang's mouth.

"Isn't it enough to rely on face?" Meng Qing said in a desperate way, in order to show his ambition but he has no other strengths.

"Hahaha, enough, enough." Ji Lang was amused by the innocence of a child who didn't know whether it was ambition or childishness, "You are so confident."

As he said that, Ji Lang found some excuses to toast and poured Meng Qing a few cups.

After drinking the wine, Meng Qing forked a few more pieces of fruit to eat

"Why do you eat fruit all the time?" Ji Lang said seeing Meng Qing's hand restlessly throwing fruit into his mouth.

"I'm hungry." Meng Qing was also straightforward.

"Have you had dinner yet?"

"The restaurant for dinner is queuing up, and you want me to come. Don't I rush to see you?" Meng Qing said.

"What restaurant has to wait in line for dinner?"

"..." Meng Qing was speechless for a while, and then decided not to explode, and answered Ji Lang's question seriously, "Delicious restaurant."

"Then I'll order you something to eat." Ji Lang was also considerate, I don't know if it was because the lights were too dim, or he also drank too much.

"That's the best."

The lady over there is being smashed with wine, and they are talking about this one, that one, and that one.Then I saw the drinking buddies pouring bottles directly to their mouths amidst the sound of cheering.

Meng Qing shuddered at the sight, at least he was a little luckier than them, and didn't need to drink bottles.But it's a pity that Meng Qing replaced them because the good wine, after eating it, was vomited into the bathroom by them again.

The method of burning money by the rich is always hated and incomprehensible.

The food came up quickly, and it was a variety of snacks and dim sum platters.

Meng Qing was about to faint from hunger in the early morning. Alcohol alone couldn't stop her hunger. She was at the age when she consumed a lot of food and had a big appetite. Whenever she saw something to eat, she immediately started eating.

The public relations next to me were stunned.

"Little brother, is it okay for you to eat like this?" A lady couldn't stand it anymore and said, seeing Meng Qing eating well, it felt really sinful.

"Huh? Body? What does this have to do with me." Meng Qing said honestly.He is no longer a model.How easy it is.

As soon as these words came out, all the female public relations present were itching with hatred.Is young fresh meat great?Dare to eat so provocatively in front of them.

Meng Qing didn't want to cause trouble to everyone, so he quickly finished the Chinese food.Accompanied by unplanned initiative to drink some more wine.

Meng Qing was forced to play the game again, and if he lost, he would be punished with alcohol, drinking cup after cup.In addition to the group of friends who were greeted by Ji Lang, the female publicists present here also did not let Meng Qing go.As revenge he can eat so much.

"Drink, drink, drink." Everyone booed.

I don't know how long time has passed, but it is easy to lose the sense of time in this place where luxury and money are self-contained.

Meng Qing felt that he was reaching his limit, but he would lose face if he refused to drink, so he forced himself to drink another cup.

After finishing the drink, Ji Lang came to drink Meng Qing again.

Meng Qing was so drunk that his eyes were blurred, he waved his hands unsteadily and said, "I can't drink anymore."

"Why can't you drink it, come on, drink more." Ji Lang deliberately bullied him.

Meng Qing got up and wanted to hide.

Ji Lang also got up and grabbed his hand.

"I, I'm sorry." Meng Qing turned to walk.

"Am I going to let you go? Let's talk after drinking this cup." Ji Lang said, how could he let him go so easily.

This is the highlight of tonight.

The booing sound of drinking and drinking came to mind again.

Meng Qing now has a headache when he hears this, and just wants to go out to a clean place to wake up.

But Ji Lang pulled him and refused to let him go.

The atmosphere is at its hottest.

Ji Lang pressed the wine glass to Meng Qing's mouth, and was about to put it in his mouth.

Meng Qing frowned uncomfortably, turned around to move forward, but was stopped by Ji Lang and pulled back.

Suddenly, Meng Qing vomited all on Ji Lang.

Ji Lang's whole body froze immediately, his eyes stared straight, and he was still holding the wine glass in one hand, unable to move.

Friends who knew the situation immediately surrounded him and dragged Meng Qing away.

"Ji Lang, are you okay, that's it, don't look, don't bow your head."

The friends panicked, and the female publicists all covered their mouths and hid aside in fright.

Some friends covered Ji Lang's nose so that he could not smell the smell, some friends took wet towels to clean up Ji Lang's vomit and took off Ji Lang's clothes, and some friends directly dialed the private doctor phone.