"I've finished drinking. Are you satisfied now, Miss Wen?" Song Qiao's tone was neither humble nor overbearing, showing no dissatisfaction at all because of being drunk.
Wen Shuya looked at Song Qiao's face turning pale under the light, her smile revealing satisfaction.
"Sure, sit down," she said.
Song Qiao sat down, the burning feeling in her stomach getting stronger and stronger. She listened to the conversations around her, as if they were separated by a thin film.
She pinched her thigh secretly, using the pain to keep herself awake, and then picked up her chopsticks and ate her food slowly, trying to relieve her drunkenness.
Unexpectedly, Song Qiao's every move fell into Wen Shuya's eyes.
She sneered and took the initiative to bring the topic to Song Qiao again, "Miss Song, haven't you had a good meal at home lately? Why are you just here to eat?"
After Wen Shuya finished speaking, she covered her mouth and said with a smile, "I didn't know, I thought a beggar had sneaked in."
The blatant ridicule ripped off Song Qiao's face and almost trampled him on the ground.
The people eating at the same table burst into low laughter.
Song Qiao was calm, put down his chopsticks and said, "After all, no matter how much money you make, you still have to eat. I don't understand how you can eat a normal meal and become a beggar."
Wen Shuya was pushed back and sneered, "Who knows, maybe you have this temperament."
"Of course she can't compare to Miss Wen." Song Qiao followed the good example.
She was sitting across from her, like a ball of cotton, with no response no matter how hard she hit her, making Wen Shuya feel both powerless and depressed.#@$&
What does this mean?
Wen Shuya sat alone for a while, not bothering to talk in circles with Song Qiao anymore, "You came here today because you want to get a role, right? According to the relationship between the two of us, I can't give it to you."
As expected, Song Qiao was not disappointed.
"but……"
Wen Shuya paused and then spoke slowly, "I'm not the kind of unreasonable person. If you can make me happy today, I can consider it."%&(&
Coax? How to coax?
Song Qiao didn't even take the initiative to ask. After all, Wen Shuya's purpose in saying this was probably to humiliate her. No matter how low Song Qiao was, she would probably return without success in the end.
"Sorry, I haven't learned yet how to make people happy." Song Qiao declined with a smile.
Wen Shuya's eyes darkened, and the gaze she stared at Song Qiao could almost turn into a blade, cutting her beautiful face into pieces, so that she would no longer be able to seduce anyone.
"You're quite stubborn." Wen Shuya said calmly.
Song Qiao didn't want to make the situation too tense, "No, I just really don't know how." She looked around and stood up with a smile, "It seems that today's dinner has nothing to do with me, so I'll leave first.
Already."
How could Wen Shuya agree?
Today's dinner party was organized by her, just to bring Song Qiao in front of her and humiliate her. Now that the goal has not been achieved, she can't even think of walking out of this door.
"What are you doing standing still? Close the door." Wen Shuya slammed the wine glass on the table.
The scarlet liquid splashed along the wall of the cup onto the tablecloth, slowly leaving dark red traces. Song Qiao paused slightly as she watched it. She didn't wait for the people on both sides to come over, and took the initiative to sit back down.
Everyone else at the dinner table also understood now.
Today's casting selection is probably just a cover, targeting Song Qiao is the most important thing.
Seeing this scene, they simply stopped participating. They sat next to each other to eat, to watch the show, and a few here and there who showed a little bit of worry.
Song Qiao knew that it would be difficult to leave peacefully today.
"Miss Wen, do you have any other advice?" she asked.
Wen Shuya picked up the white towel next to her, slowly wiped her fingers soaked in wine, and asked slowly, "I have no other meaning, I just want to ask you, where did you learn the foxy skills?
Hook up with men.”
Song Qiao's eyes drooped, and the words he spoke were already filled with coldness, "Isn't there something wrong with what Miss Wen said? How can you think that there is something wrong with others just because you can't catch the person you like?"
"According to this logic, wouldn't it mean that any man who doesn't like you is because he was seduced by another woman?"
Wen Shuya didn't expect that she would dare to talk back, and immediately shouted, "What are you talking about?"
Song Qiao raised his head and showed innocent eyes, "No, I just followed what you said and understood it deeply. Could it be that this is not what you meant?"
"you……"
"Me what?"
Song Qiao completely lost his gentleness on the surface and showed his sharp edge when facing Wen Shuya.
Previously, she thought that if Wen Shuya could just give up, then at least the two of them could maintain a balance, but now, since she is pressing harder and harder, there is no need to give in.
Wen Shuya looked at Song Qiao as if she were looking at disgusting garbage.
She laughed angrily, "Okay, if you have the ability, then don't beg me for mercy tonight."
After Wen Shuya finished speaking, she sat back down and said with a sneer, "Our Miss Song only came here today to eat and not drink. How can that be okay? Just pour all the wine on the table into her stomach."
"If it's not enough, you can call again. Whoever fills more can come to me to collect the money."
Pour it all in?
There were at least a dozen bottles of wine on the table, red, white, and all kinds. If Song Qiao drank them all, he would probably lose half his life.
They were frightened when they heard it and did not dare to move.
Seeing this, Wen Shuya sneered, "If you don't dare to do anything, then help her drink the wine yourself. I don't ask much, at least three or five bottles for each person, right?"
Is there not much here?
Although they felt a little pity for Song Qiao, they didn't go to the extent of compensating themselves. When they saw this, they simply carried the wine bottle and walked to Song Qiao.
"Ms. Song, have a drink." Someone bent down and said, "Anyway, if you don't drink, we will have to force you to drink. Why don't you drink on your own initiative to avoid looking ugly?"
Song Qiao listened to the advice and hesitated to move.
The man was anxious and reached out to grab Song Qiao's shoulders.
Before he could touch her, there was a loud "clang" sound, and the man standing next to Song Qiao flew out sideways, and at the same time, the closed door was kicked open heavily.
A tall and slender figure stood at the door. The light shone from behind him, stretching his figure to an extremely long length, directly covering Song Qiao.
If she felt something, she slowly turned back.
In the sight, Gu Jingting was wearing a black suit and a dark red tie. His hair was combed back, exposing his carved face to everyone.
