Lin Jiyue narrowly avoided his hand, stood up suddenly and said, "Mr. Hu, I'm sorry, I remembered that I haven't said happy birthday to my senior sister yet. Please excuse me first."
She quickly found Murong Jing at the bar, who was surrounded by people. She was being held by everyone like a queen. Lin Jiyue hesitated for a moment and walked over.
Murong Jing swung her wine glass to listen to what the girl next to her said, and smiled knowingly, but she felt different from her usual generous and elegant attitude, as if she had a hint of coquettishness and arrogance mixed into her.
Lin Jiyue was stunned in discomfort. Murong Jing was reminded to turn around and saw her standing there with her bag in her hand. He walked over on high heels and pulled her into the crowd: "Oh,
Why are you standing here alone? I didn’t expect so many people to celebrate my birthday today, and I can’t say hello, so don’t blame me!”
Murong Jing drank wine, her voice was hoarse and her hands were very strong, and she grabbed Lin Jiyue's wrist and it turned red.
Lin Jiyue was dragged to the bar counter unsteadily. Before she could react, a glass of rice wine with ice cubes floating on it was handed to her: "Xiaoyue, come and have a drink with me, and wish me another year older."
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As soon as Murong Jing finished speaking, she raised her head and drank the whole drink in one gulp. She also looked at her charmingly and turned the cup upside down, which immediately won a round of applause.
In front of everyone, Lin Jiyue couldn't refute her face. She gritted her teeth and drank a glass. The cold and spicy taste poured into her mouth and slid into her gastrointestinal tract, rumbling unaccustomedly. Her whole body felt as if it was on fire.
She resisted the urge to vomit and forced a smile to Murong Jing: "Senior sister, I wish you a happy birthday, but I feel a little uncomfortable and want to leave first..." I don't know if she is too worried, but she always feels that there is something wrong with her.
Something is wrong.
"What's the point of leaving not long after you arrived? Why don't you give me face?" Murong Jing pouted dissatisfiedly, forced Lin Jiyue to sit down on the swivel chair, and clapped her hands to everyone, "Come on, I am a primary school student.
My sister is still shy, you have to be more enthusiastic!"
When she complained like this, everyone started to boo, so much so that what Lin Jiyue wanted to say was drowned out in the music.
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On the other side, Nangong Jue had just come out from playing cards with his friends. He saw a familiar figure at the corner. He thought he had seen it wrong, so he called a waiter and asked, "Who is in that box over there?"
The waiter also knew Nangong Jue's identity and hurriedly replied: "Mr. Nangong, that was a birthday party organized by Miss Murong's friends."
After getting the answer, Nangong Jue waved his hand and let him go, but he was wondering why neither he nor the two Zhuang brothers knew about Murong Jing's party? And didn't she like Li Cheng very much? How could she still be so enthusiastic with her love rival as if nothing had happened?
?
Nangong Jue's Bagua cells rolled over and over in his blood. He realized something was wrong and finally couldn't help but take out his cell phone and dial Zhuang Licheng's number.
Zhuang Licheng was abroad at this time. Due to the time difference, he might be resting at this time, so he turned off his phone.
Nangong Jue paused for a while, then dialed Zhuang Tianyao's number, "Hey, it's me, what are you doing?"
"We just finished the meeting, what's the matter?" Zhuang Tianyao's voice was calm and without any fluctuation.
Nangong Jue whistled and joked coolly: "Okay, after all this, you are still in the meeting. You want to be a model worker and get the upper hand, right?"
Zhuang Tianyao laughed and scolded: "If you have anything to do, tell me quickly, I don't have the time to fool around with you!"