No, it shouldn't be possible. Duan Zhaoan is a very self-disciplined man, and at the same time, he is also very feudal at heart. It is impossible for him to occupy Gu Chen in advance in an environment that is not suitable for sex.
How could a traditional man with a strong sense of self-control wrong his woman?
The knot in his throat slipped, he swallowed the drink in his mouth, and took another sip. King's expressionless handsome face had a hint of haze. Regardless of whether it was true or not,... it always made him uncomfortable to hear it.
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Thinking of Chen Si's words, the coldness in King's eyes grew even stronger.
King lost his mind and stood up, opened the door of the box and signaled the waiter outside to come over, "Give me the wine list, call the drivers, and send them all to the Washington Club."
The waiter immediately printed out the bill. The total consumption was more than 137,000. The king looked at the commotion inside and ordered a few bottles of foreign wine worth over 10,000. After adding some fruit plates and nuts, he finished.
The wine list worth more than 180,000 yuan is here.
When he was going down the steps, King, who had drunk a lot, lowered his head and the alcohol suddenly rushed up to him, causing his eyes to suddenly turn black and his body to stumble a few times.
Seeing this, the people guarding below took a few steps up the steps and said, "Sir, be careful."
"It's okay, I'll blow some air, and you guys will follow." King walked steadily down the steps. His bar was located in the most prosperous Guomao area in Beijing. He stepped down and opened a door, and what lay before his eyes was an open building.
The ancient courtyard, surrounded by waterways, gray roof tiles, and inlaid logs makes you feel as if you were drunk and stepped into ancient time and space.
Here is the most modern nightlife place in Beijing. On the 6th floor of Yintai Center, the tallest building on Chang'an Avenue, there is a high-end bar where it is said that you can often meet celebrities.
Walking in the corridor decorated with retro furnishings, King didn't have much time to stop and admire them.
His friend's words kept lingering in his heart, beating against his heart like a drum. He held back so he didn't punch out, and he could only truly endure it when he left immediately.
He is 1.84 meters tall, which is considered tall among Chinese people. He wears rimless glasses, and even if he is slightly drunk, he still maintains the noble manners he should have. When he walks out of the bar, in the eyes of others, he
It is an elegant and picturesque scenery.
If it weren't for the three men in black who looked like bodyguards and thugs following him every step of the way, I'm afraid someone would have come to strike up a conversation with him.
"Han Gu, book me a flight ticket for tomorrow." When he walked out of the bar, the cold wind blew away a lot of the alcohol on his face. King took a deep breath and stood under the old willow tree with only hanging branches, looking at the reflection.
Looking at the sparkling lake with neon lights in the bar, the dull pain in my heart seemed to lighten a little.
Han Gu, who had already fallen asleep and was awakened by the ringing, was still a little confused in his mind. After hearing this, he opened his eyes wide, sat up immediately, and said in a deep voice: "Something happened abroad?"
"No." King rubbed his forehead, with a hint of tiredness on his face, "I want to go back, here..., you can do whatever you want." The closer he got to her, the harder it became to control his emotions.
Just now, he almost shook his fist at his friend who had known each other for more than ten years, just because of...his words.
King lowered his head and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He opened his hand and looked at his palm... He was really sinking deeper and deeper, so deep that he was even afraid.
