Pushing the door open and entering the room, Rong Jue was slightly surprised. The woman he had thought of when he returned just now would suddenly appear here.
Hearing the sound of the door, Ye Ziqi, who had her back to the door, turned around. Her long hair curled up in a beautiful arc and then fell down, making her waistline even more slender. She smiled softly and said, "Are you back?" Her tone was natural and like hers.
Should wait here.
Just by thinking about it, he knew that it was arranged by his all-powerful secretary. Although tomorrow is Saturday, and although he had said that he would cancel the Saturday appointment, he had negotiated a cooperation tonight and was in a good mood.
Mind this "surprise" arranged by chance.
With a crooked smile, he took off his coat and threw it aside. He walked behind her and looked at the table. He put his hands on the back of her chair, as if he were holding her whole body in front of him. They have come this far, except for the real gun.
In the battle of live ammunition, some intimacy between lovers has been experienced, so when I see the love drama played on the desktop and laptop, I can't help but think about it.
Some people say that when a woman looks up to you, the best way is to kiss her. Rong Jue leaned down, and just when his lips were about to touch her, a certain scene flashed through his mind like lightning. It was actually the scene in the bar just now.
The graceful figure of the woman in black inside, and her clear eyes that were as bright as stars. At that second of pause, Ye Ziqi had raised her head and pressed her lips against his, first pecked his lips, and then stretched out her sweet tongue.
Outline carefully.
Rong Jue's mind was filled with excitement, and he turned from passive to active. He grabbed her waist, lifted her whole body and pressed her in front of him, then turned over and pressed her on the big bed. He avoided the pursuit of her lips,
Instead, he kissed the base of her ears and moved down her neck, moving his hands in tandem with her. The buttons of her shirt were unbuttoned wherever he went. When he hooked up to the waistband of her pants, he glanced down slightly.
Today she was wearing a pair of fashionable pants. It would usually be troublesome for a woman to wear pants at this time, and it would be more convenient without a skirt. Suddenly something flashed through her mind, as if she had the impression that he had had such an idea at some point, and it was him
The woman from before? He didn't stop, but continued, and his lips had already moved along the neck to the collarbone. The moment he closed his eyes, the face of the woman in black came to mind again.
He was suddenly startled! He paused, and the rising desire subsided. He raised his eyes and saw the confusion in the woman's eyes. No man would stop at such a time, but he just stopped. Because in
While being intimate with Ye Ziqi, I always think of someone else, the same woman. This feeling is so weird.
Scanning with low eyes, the traces of the battlefield cannot be said to be embarrassing. The last barrier on Ye Ziqi's body has not had time to be removed. The dark purple bra seductively seduces people's breasts, but Rong Jue lost his emotions. He rolled off her body,
After a moment of silence, he said calmly: "Sorry, I'll ask Zhang Fan to open another room for you."
Ye Ziqi was stunned for a moment before coming back to her senses. Instead of becoming angry, she sat up, adjusted her loosened bra, and buttoned up her shirt one by one gracefully, keeping her baggy pants in place.
After straightening up, he tidied everything up, then raised the corner of his mouth at a 45-degree angle, and said with a smile: "It's okay, in fact, Secretary Zhang has opened a room for me opposite you." He was not bothered by the episode at all.
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The sound of high heels sounded, but when she walked to the door, she turned back and said with some interest: "Rong Jue, you didn't continue in the situation just now. There are generally two possibilities: first, you can't do it, and second,
There is someone in your heart. Which one are you?" The door was closed, blocking her last gorgeous smile.
There was a hint of anger in Rong Jue's eyes. When a man is questioned about his incompetence, there should be few people who can't help but be angry. But it was obvious that he was not incompetent. He had lusted after her just now, but he stopped at the last moment.
The reason turned out to be a strange woman that kept popping up in my mind! I couldn’t help but squint my eyes and wonder, is she Zhang Qianrui’s woman?
"Jenny, are you Zhang Qianrui's woman?"
Jenny raised her head from behind the bar, looked at the obviously drunk woman in front of her, and said funnyly: "If you call the big boss by his name like this, you won't be afraid that someone will hear you and file a complaint, and then you'll be fired.
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Xu Mo opened his hazy eyes, thought for a while and said: "No, if the big boss fires employees because of this, he would be too tyrant. Besides, as for you, you will definitely give me a good word.
Don't worry!" After saying that, he waved his hand and went to pick up the wine glass in front of him. He found that it was empty, so he knocked on the countertop and said: "Hey, Jenny, quickly make me another glass of Pink Lady."
"You're drunk." Jenny tried to persuade her helplessly, but she interrupted: "No, can I get drunk? Come on, make another drink. I want Pink Beauty, because I am Pink Beauty." Jenny laughed.
, Xu Mo’s beauty is indeed worthy of these four words, but after she mixed the wine, she found that a certain pink beauty had fallen asleep on the bar.
Allen came out from behind and frowned at the drunk woman, "What, she's drunk again?"
Jenny shrugged in reply.
At least three days a week, Xu Mo would get tired of getting drunk in front of the bar. I once heard her tell a story about a previous relationship that ended in a breakup. Maybe it was because she couldn't let go of love, and because of the changes in life.
I was forced to walk into Ai Weiyang, so I guess I numbed myself by getting drunk.
Behind everyone, there may be a sad story, so when Xu Mo wants to get drunk, Jenny usually won't try to persuade her. It doesn't hurt to get drunk. At least, she can temporarily forget the past events that she doesn't want to remember. This is actually a kind of
happiness.
With Allen's help, he moved Xu Mo into the taxi. Before closing the door, Allen asked Jenny: "Do you need me to take you home?" He gestured to the woman lying behind, "Otherwise it will be difficult for her.
Get it done.”
Jenny smiled at him and said, "It's okay, I'm used to it." Usually when Xu Mo was drunk, she would take her back to her place, so her place was where Xu Mo lived all the time, and she even suggested that
We packed up our things and moved them here to live together, but as we said, we haven’t seen Xu Mo really moving yet. Jenny naturally didn’t mention it, because the home Xu Mo lives in now is the same place where she once lived with her boyfriend.
I still miss everything from the past.
It took more than ten minutes to drive to the house she rented, which was a small apartment. In one year, she could be considered to have kept pace with the times. From the beginning, she was penniless and worked as an intern bartending assistant at Ai Weiyang.
, lived in the staff dormitory there, and later she became the chief bartender of Ai Weiyangli and performed on stage every night. Naturally, her income was sufficient, and she was able to rent such a single apartment.
As soon as she laid Xu Mo down on the bed, she suddenly heard something humming from her mouth. When she listened carefully, it turned out to be the song she sang every night: Have you forgotten all the promises we made together, who is your beloved?
There is no certainty at all; don’t think about the sweet dreams or the freedom and loneliness on the lonely road.
After singing this sentence, Xu Mo fell to the side and officially fell asleep. Jenny looked at her sleeping face blankly, and couldn't help but sing in a low voice: You forget all the sweet dreams, maybe after waking up from them.
See the warm dawn; like the soul returning at night, it has lost its direction, and does not care that eternity is too short on the road of love...
She wasn't deceiving Xu Mo at first. She walked into the city inexplicably, and then walked to the bar street inexplicably. When she looked up, she saw three big words in the colorful neon lights in front of her - Ai Weiyang, and she didn't know it.
Walking in. At that time, Xu Mo was singing this song in a low voice on the stage, and the lyrics floated into her ears and flowed into her heart.
So, she went to Ai Weiyang Bar every night. After a week, she found that every time she ordered drinks, she used up all the money she had, so she suddenly had the idea of staying and working in this bar.
You can hear Xu Mo singing this song every night without having to look around for a place to stay.
The lyrics that hit her heart at that time were exactly what Xu Mo sang with herself: forget all the promises we kept together, forget all the sweet dreams, and feel free and lonely on the lonely road. Isn't this what she was singing about herself?
?
Xu Mo asked a good question: Are you Zhang Qianrui's woman? She also asked herself, is she? The answer is no. The relationship between Zhang Qianrui and her is strange. When a waiter leaked the news, he asked Allen to keep her.
When the job was the big boss's idea, she was just a silent intern assistant at the bar.
The bartender was a bit arrogant. Seeing that she was a girl, he always put on a showy face and didn't want to teach her more. Because he felt that bartending was a technical job and it was impossible to learn it without some strength and agility. It was nearly a year old.
For months, she learned nothing except being assigned to carry drinks. She had no choice but to wait until the bar closed and everyone dispersed. She was left to practice alone, relying on the memory of the bartender's techniques in her mind, bit by bit.
Think about it.
When the third empty bottle broke to the ground, there was a muffled laugh from behind. She turned around and saw an elegant middle-aged man with smiles in his eyes. Apparently he had been sitting aside and watching for a while.
Annoyed that she was so careless and didn't even know that there was a customer who hadn't left yet, she looked around and saw that the lights were dim and the waiter was nowhere to be seen, so she had to raise her voice: "Sir, we are closing."
Unexpectedly, the man got up from his seat and walked over, pulled up a bar chair and sat outside the bar. He smiled very implicitly: "Your technique is wrong, you shouldn't throw it with your forehand."
She raised her eyebrows and looked at him secretly. The lines at the corners of her eyes proved that he was past middle age, but the dark suit did not look mature on him, but added a touch of elegance. She had to admire: this is a man with mature charm.
. After hesitating for a moment, he asked again: "You can do that too?"
The man stretched out his hand to pick up the empty bottle, and threw it upwards every time he raised his eyes. Then he made a backhand move, and the bottle rolled along his arm, past his shoulder and back, and then fell steadily on the bar from the other hand.
, the whole set of movements was smooth and smooth. She dared to say that even the bartender's skills were not as good as his!