Jian Sucai had just taken a few steps towards Zongzheng's seat when he pulled her into his arms.
Zong Zhengxi's body exudes a faint smell of alcohol. It smells like he drank a lot?
Could it be that the distinguished President in front of him is still an alcoholic? Jian Su thought stupidly for a second and a half.
"What did you do?"
Zong Zhengxi's handsome face was so close to Jian Su that Jian Su was forced to raise her head, her eyes clear.
Hey, she could even count how many thick eyelashes this man had. What was he doing so close?
"Sir, let me go and I will tell you."
The tone was that of discussion, but no matter how you sounded, Jian Su sounded like you were playing the piano to a cow.
As expected, Zong Zhengxi had no intention of letting her go, but the sophisticated look in his handsome eyes was unabashed.
Jian Su lowered her head and pinched Zong Zhengxi's hand with her little paws politely, "Your Excellency, please tell me what you have to say."
Zong Zhengxi felt pain and was silent for a long moment before letting go of his hand.
Hey, why did he forget that this girl's attribute of being tough but not soft doesn't work all the time.
Jian Su felt that this man was simply incomprehensible, but based on the principle of leniency for frankness, she thought about it for a while and said honestly: "Susu went to paint a picture of the deputy garden and gave it to the Vice President as a birthday present."
Birthday... Zong Zhengxi heard such a term unconsciously.
However, today is Qi Wei's birthday. Why didn't he know? How did she know?
Thinking she understood the confusion on Zongzheng's table, Jian Su quickly added: "Susu heard someone outside saying that today is the birthday of His Excellency the Vice President."
"Susu, he is too old. Although he is a very charming person, he is not suitable for you."
For a long time, Zong Zhengxi put his arm around Jian Su's shoulders and whispered in her ear this instruction in a low voice.
Jian Su was instantly depressed after she reacted.
Zong Zheng Xi's hand was rudely thrown away, and Jian Su went to find something to eat by herself without saying a word.
Who is this person? Does the noble President suffer from persecutory delusions?
The conversation broke up unhappily.
Zong Zhengxi saw that Jian Su didn't want to see him now, and the anger on his face almost broke out. Isn't what he said right? At the age of the vice president, he can be her father. Why is she so diligent?
When someone offers him a drink, Zongzheng’s banquet will truly be open to all comers.
Jian Su felt hungry. It was really embarrassing to come to the banquet without eating dinner. Especially, there was no hot food prepared at all in the venue.
Most of the food in the venue was desserts, and Jian Jian was tired of it after eating so much. He wanted to ask Zong Zhengxi to go back, but when he glanced at him, he was clearly surrounded by a group of women.
Come on, it’s better not to bother! Men are really scary creatures, especially good-looking ones with high status, they are even scarier.
"cheers!"
In Zong Zhengxi's impression, the last person who handed him the drink was a woman in a white dress. If he hadn't looked more carefully, he would have almost mistaken this person for Jian Su.
After all, he was drunk and was delirious!
Jian Su got up bored, thinking about going outside to discuss with the driver and asking him if he could take her back first.
Professor Pushil has disappeared. Mr. Qi Wei has not come back since he went to the study. In this huge venue, except Zong Zhengxi, who is surrounded by celebrities, there is no one she knows. She doesn't like it.
Such an environment.
Zong Zhengxi frowned, and the heat in his body gradually exploded. The wine was churning in his stomach, making him even more uncomfortable.
I don't know when a pair of cool little hands touched his right palm. His mind was stimulated and his eyes became a little clearer.
The scenery in front of him was shaking, the people were shaking, and the world was spinning. Zong Zhengxi pushed up the wall with one hand.
Before Jian Su walked out of the venue, she saw a few normal Zongzheng seats about ten steps away.
Speaking of which, she is still his female companion, so it doesn't seem right to leave him here like this?
After thinking for a while, Jian Su took a detour and trotted to Zong Zheng's side.
At this time, a graceful and gentle-looking woman was standing next to Zongzheng, but Jian Suke noticed that these two people didn't have many rules!
Recalling that your Excellency had sarcastically despised her, Jian Su had two demonic horns growing vaguely on her head.
Walking forward to greet her, Jian Su said with an innocent and romantic face: "Your Excellency, Su Su is going back to the side hall, can you go back with her? Nana said that good children will not mess around outside, so you should not be in the palace either.
Spend the night."
Let you play jq, be a hooligan, huh...
But Jian Su obviously miscalculated. After Zong Zhengxi recognized her voice clearly, he took a step forward and hugged her without saying a word, "Okay, let's go back."
The gentle woman standing aside was instantly embarrassed. Her back was straightened. She avoided Zong Zheng's seat and looked at Jian Su, as if she wanted to kill Jian Su.
Jian Su sweated gloomily.
Zong Zhengxi's breathing was a little heavy, and the strength he held Jian Su was even more out of control.
Jian Su was hurt by the strangulation, so she pushed him unhappily.
Before leaving, Jian Su originally wanted to say goodbye to the protagonist, but before Qi Wei came to their place, Zong Zhengxi dragged Jian Su out unhappily.
The bright lights in the venue behind them were getting further and further away from them. Jian Su was thrown into the middle of the extended car, and Zong Zhengxi, who had not said a word along the way, also entered the car.
Opening the car window, the night breeze surged in, blowing away some of the heat.
Jian Su's body was as cold as ice, obviously different from the man next to her.
After the driver started the car, cold sweat slid down Zongzheng's forehead.
Jian Su didn't intend to care about this man's life and death at first, but later she saw that he was indeed not normal, so she quickly took out a tissue and handed it to him, "Sir, are you okay?"
Zong Zhengxi said nothing. Jian Su saw that his expression was a little distorted, and she couldn't help but asked suspiciously: "Your Excellency, are you sick?"
The only answer she received was the man's increasingly heavy breathing.
Jian Su then wanted to ask the bodyguard at the back if he had any medical knowledge. But before she put her head over, Zong Zhengxi suddenly stretched out his hand to grab her wrist and hugged her into his arms, "Su Su,
Are you here?"
"Here, sir, are you sick and confused?"
How pitiful! While Jian Su sympathetically wiped the cold sweat from Zong Zhengxi's face, she comforted him softly: "I will go back to the Ever Palace soon. Someone will treat you by then. You have to persist..."
"
The rest of the words were all blocked in Jian Su's lips.
Jian Su whimpered and tried to push the man, but her body was squeezed as tightly as a dead fish.
The driver and bodyguards in front of and behind the car looked at their nose, mouth, and heart, but saw nothing.
When Jian Su was almost out of breath, she felt that she must have got into the stolen car by mistake.