The box was silent for a moment, the friends looked at each other with different eyes, and laughed with ulterior motives.
Only Sister Ping was so happy that she pulled Song Lan over: "Song Lan, please thank Mr. He quickly. From now on, you will be the person appointed by Mr. He. As long as you serve Mr. He well and want money, that's not a big deal."
A lot of it?"
Song Lan's face was pale, and she stumbled and was pushed in front of He Chaozhi by Sister Ping.
Although it was her first time to work in a nightclub, her colleagues had explained the rules of the nightclub to her on the way here.
Being appointed by someone is equivalent to being guaranteed. From now on, you no longer have to drink with others, and you will get extra money every month. The only thing is...
All requests from the sponsor must be fulfilled and cannot be refused.
Is He Chaozhi... planning to squeeze her seven inches tightly to kill her no matter where or when he is?
A vague sarcasm flashed across Song Lan's face, and she sat next to He Chaozhi amidst the booing around her.
His slender figure was incompatible with the feasting and feasting around him.
He Chaozhi bent down and leaned close to her ear. His laughter was low, but it was unreasonably creepy.
"It seems that your life is not going well without me. Song Lan, am I too overestimating you?"
He withdrew his disdainful gaze and mixed a few glasses of depth charge with whiskey, tequila and white beer. The strong liquor became stronger and white foam appeared.
He Chaozhi sat down, leaning back on the sofa with a lazy and leisurely expression, and raised his lips at Song Lan.
"Don't you want money? Yes, I'll give you 100,000 for a drink. Can you drink it?"
Pei Yang was relieved when he saw this.
It turned out that He Chaozhi also wanted to tease this woman. He thought he had touched Song Lan and He Chaozhi would be unhappy.
Pei Yang took the lead in cheering: "Drink, what we, Mr. He, have is money. As long as you can make Mr. He happy, let alone mere banknotes, what do you want that I can't give you?"
"That's right, drink quickly. Why are you here if you can't drink?"
Everyone around stood up and looked at Song Lan with gloating eyes.
Song Lan looked at the foaming wine glass on the table without saying a word. She calmly picked up the glass with a low and crisp voice.
"We agreed to give you one hundred thousand for a drink?"
He Chaozhi smiled: "Yes, it depends on how many drinks you can drink."
"Cash?" Song Lan bent down and picked up a glass of wine from the table.
The curve of He Chaozhi's mouth turned deep and cold: "Cash."
Song Lan didn't hesitate anymore, closed her eyes, raised her head, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
The wine flowed down her white chin and slid into her collarbone, making everyone present swallow their saliva in unison.
Pei Yang's eyes almost bulged out, and his whole body was unbearably hot.
Song Lan wiped the corners of his mouth, took a few deep breaths, picked up the second cup and continued drinking.
Then, the third cup, the fourth cup... until the fifth cup.
He Chaozhi's eyes were fixed on her gradually pale lips, and the big palm hanging by his side was squeezed tightly, stretching clear blue veins.
After taking the last sip of the fifth glass of wine, Song Lan rushed out of the door, holding on to the door frame and vomiting.
But she just rinsed her mouth with water, endured the discomfort, and walked back to the box.
The woman's uniform was basically soaked with alcohol, and a looming ravine was outlined.
Pei Yang's eyes widened and he was slapped in the face by He Chaoyi and kicked to the corner.
He Chaozhi sneered and swept away the five empty wine glasses: "After five drinks...Song Lan, you are quite capable?"
A man would have to pour this depth bomb even after three drinks, let alone someone like Song Lan who usually never drinks.
In the past, when he asked her to accompany him to a banquet, the woman who would have been cold-faced for a long time even after drinking a glass of wine was actually "rewarding" her face today.
Song Lan bit her lips, pressed her hand on her stomach, and stretched out her hand coldly: "Five cups, five hundred thousand, give it to me."
He Chaozhi did not move, looking at her with gloomy eyes.
Song Lan stubbornly raised her plain and pale face: "You said yes."
He Chaozhi cursed in a low voice.
He leaned close to Song Lan's body, which was almost unsteady: "Half a million, right? This is all you need? Okay, I'll give it to you - Zhou Qu!"
He shouted outside.
Zhou Qu walked in carrying a large suitcase: "Young Master He."
He Chaozhi walked over and opened the suitcase, revealing a neat stack of banknotes inside.
Song Lan's eyes fell on the stack of red banknotes, and he relaxed his shoulders in a daze.
She knew that her father's illness could be cured and he would no longer be kicked out of the nursing home.
She walked over with both feet, and just as she was about to pick up a wad of money, He Chaozhi stopped her: "Who told you to take it like this?"
Song Lan was puzzled.
He Chaozhi grabbed a few wads of money and threw them down in front of Song Lan.
The red banknotes were like a rain of blood, passing through Song Lan's sight and scattering all over the floor.
There was silence all around, except for He Chaozhi's ruthless and mocking voice: "Song Lan, don't you want money? Pick it up. If you want money, just pick it up one by one for me. Whatever you pick up will be yours."
Sister Ping stood not far away, trembling. She didn't know where Song Lan had offended Mr. He, and she didn't dare to step forward to help.
Song Lan stood silently in the "rain of money", her eyes as quiet as stones that had lost their light, and it took a long time before she moved.
She bent down and picked up the banknotes resignedly.
One after another, she didn't care about anything anymore, all she could see was the pile of money.
He Chaozhi's eyes became increasingly angry and dark.
He stepped hard on the pile of banknotes with both feet, grabbed the woman's arm, and pulled her up.
But the expression she saw suddenly became extremely painful. She covered her stomach and fell down softly.
He Chaozhi was stunned for a moment, but Zhou Qu reacted quickly and leaned over to touch Song Lan's nose.
"Young Master He, Miss Song seems to be ill and has fainted. Her breathing is very weak and rapid..."
…
"Are you the patient's family!?"
Outside the operating room, the doctor looked at He Chaozhi and Zhou Qu angrily and said sternly: "The patient has severe stomach problems. You still let her drink so much. Do you think she didn't die quickly enough?"
He Chaozhi sat on the bench with a gloomy face. His eyelids were slightly raised after being scolded by the doctor. Seeing that he was about to get angry, Zhou Qu quickly stepped forward.
Apologize to the doctor.
"I'm sorry doctor, we are usually too negligent. We must be more careful in the future. How is the patient's condition? Is he okay?"
Seeing that Zhou Qu's attitude was quite gentle, the doctor's expression softened a little: "Humph, the gastric perforation was successful. The patient was saved. But if he drinks again in the future, there is no need to send him to the hospital. Just prepare.
Let’s take care of the funeral!”
After saying that, the doctor left angrily.
Zhou Qu walked back to He Chaozhi: "Young Master He, Miss Song is fine."
He Chaozhi raised his eyes coldly, feeling that Zhou Qu talked too much: "Did I ask you?"
Zhou Qu frowned and stroked his eyebrows awkwardly: "Then do we need to wait until Miss Song wakes up?"
