She pinched her wallet with some doubts. Fortunately, she brought cash now. If she wanted to find out where someone was in the bar, she only needed to give a tip.
Sure enough, with a little tip, Jasmine found where Huo Ziming was sitting.
He was in a small private room, filled with people and looked very luxurious.
However, the sound insulation effect between private rooms and private rooms is not good.
Moreover, the door of the private room he was in was ajar for some reason.
There were noisy voices coming from inside.
Jasmine stood at the door and pretended to start talking on the phone.
Fortunately, there were a lot of people coming and going here, so no one paid special attention to her.
She heard a man say from inside the door: "Master Huo, Master Huo, stop drinking. Why did you drink so much? Then my sister-in-law said we made you drunk. Then she came over with a kitchen knife. We
I can’t bear this responsibility.”
Another one said next to him, "Hey, what are you talking about? Miss Shanda is a fairy-like figure. How could she scold you? It's even more impossible to mention a kitchen knife, right? Mr. Huo."
Huo Ziming's voice was not heard, and Jasmine didn't hear it even if she pricked her ears.
It was as if he didn't even pay attention to the gossip around him.
Then someone else said, "Master Huo, stop drinking. Really, stop drinking. I really don't know what happened to you today..."
Tell me, you are living a good life, you are getting married soon, your wife is a beauty, your business is going very smoothly, you are much happier than our brothers, what else do you have to drink, what do you have?
It’s worth a drunken break...
Alas, if you have to get drunk before you stop, how can we live..."
Then came Huo Ziming's muffled, somewhat drunken voice, "Don't bother me, give me the wine!"
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Jasmine was stunned. She had never heard Huo Ziming speak in such a tone. His original speaking voice was always very serious and serious, with a touch of coldness, as if he had everything under control, as if he had no control over everything.
All are indifferent.
But now his voice was a bit stubborn, and a bit determined to do something.
It’s as if he has changed into a different person!
What happened to Huo Ziming?
Then there was a loud noise, as if someone had made some huge movement and knocked over the bottle.
Then someone immediately called the waiter to come over and sweep the floor.
There was a bang, could it be that Huo Ziming was drunk?
Jasmine stared inside blankly, but there were too many people inside, and she could only see a figure that seemed to be Huo Ziming, sitting among the crowd.
But his back was straight and he didn't seem drunk.
Jasmine stood there coldly, as if her heart was stabbed by thousands of thorns.
She really wanted to break in, tell Huo Ziming not to drink anymore, drinking so much was bad for her stomach and body, and then drag him out.
But she also knew that she didn't know anyone inside, and Huo Ziming was unwilling to follow her.
She stood there, countless thoughts passing through her mind, but there was no way she could do anything about it.
Then let her stand here, while he drinks inside and feels very sad, and she stands outside, accompanying him. This is another kind of tacit understanding.
Another kind of waiting...
This chapter has been completed!