He took out his cell phone and dialed the number he had memorized. From the moment the call was connected to the prompt that no one answered, the handsome and gloomy Duan Zhaoan turned around and left the room.
By coincidence, the door of another room next to "Shang Shan Shui Ruo" rang, and a tall figure in military uniform walked out. Both of them paused.
"Hey, isn't this Mr. Duan? What a distinguished guest. No wonder I said I wanted this big room like Shanshuiruo. As an old customer, the store refused to give it to me and only brought a few small things.
Make an apology."
"It turns out that it was our Young Master Duan who booked the room. No wonder he refused to give it to me. Our Young Master Duan's family has a high position of power. How can ordinary people like us afford to offend him?"
Mu Wen'an had a sly smile on his face, and spoke in a sarcastic manner. He looked like a handsome man wearing a military uniform, but he ruined the uniform as soon as he opened his mouth.
He had a strong smell of medicinal liquor, and as soon as he opened his mouth, the smell of alcohol came straight to him.
There was an unnatural redness on his tanned face, and even the corners of his eyes were red. At first glance, you could tell that he was drunk and his mind was not sober.
He called out "Young Master Duan" loudly and sarcastically. The faces of those sitting inside couldn't help but change after hearing this, and one person hurriedly walked out.
Mr. Jingli, who had also met Duan Zhaoan in some high-end places and had a close acquaintance, quickly smoothed things over with a smile, "I didn't expect to meet Mr. Duan here. Mr. Duan has just arrived, but he is still preparing to ask for help."
Are you leaving?"
With that said, he shouted inside, "Wen An is drunk. Please help him go in for a rest and ask the store to send him some sober soup."
Obviously, he didn't want Mu Wen'an to use his drinking power to show off his drinking style.
The cold wind blowing under the eaves did not wake up Mu Wen'an's mind. He was very happy today. When he was too happy, he became a little carried away. He pushed away his friend's hand and stared at Duan Zhaoan with red eyes, breathing heavily.
There was a strong smell of alcohol coming out of it.
"Duan Zhaoan, how come I see you wherever I go? I bump into you again on such a happy day today..."
His hand was almost pointing to Duan Zhaoan's nose. The man next to him saw that Duan Zhaoan's bottomless eyes narrowed slightly, which made the man keenly feel the danger.
Mr. Duan in the capital has always been aloof, and someone like him, who runs a small business at home, is definitely out of reach, because he has met Mu Wen'an twice, and although he looks cold, judging from his behavior,
He is absolutely courteous, elegant and noble. People in the circle often say that Mr. Duan rarely loses his temper outside.
At this moment, he saw that the dignified young master Duan needed to lose his temper. It was just a look, a gaze, and the aura that was as cold as a king in his bones was enough to calm people down, even if his father who had gone through a bloody road was present.
You have to be shocked by his aura.
Before Duan Zhaoan could express anything, the man was even faster and pulled down Mu Wen'an's raised hand. He apologized with a smile: "Young Master Duan, I'm so sorry. Wen An just drank a few cups of yellow soup."
If you have a weak stomach, you will be confused. Mr. Duan, please don't argue with him. I am here to apologize to you in advance."
Even if Duan Zhaoan rarely shows up, his prestige in the circle is unshakable.
