In the eyes of many people, Fang Zhicheng is an open-minded young man. In fact, he is very narrow-minded and very defensive. Although he can see that Tong Siqing does not think highly of him, at this wine table, he feels that Tong Siqing and he are in the same camp.
Seeing Yao Yin jokingly forcing Tong Siqing to eat turtle whip and turtle whip, Fang Zhicheng was a little unhappy, but on the surface he was giving Yao Yin face. He raised his glass with a smile and said, "Yao Chu, don't be embarrassed.
Sister Qing, can I offer you a glass of wine?"
"Oh, a young man came out to protect the flowers..." Yao Yin raised his wine glass calmly, holding the half bottle of Maotai in his hand, "One cup is not enough, at least three cups!"
When Fang Zhicheng saw that Yao Yin was putting on too much of a show, he sneered, sat down on the chair, snorted coldly, and simply put the wine glass aside, leaving Yao Yin to dry.
"Xiao Fang, why did you sit down?" Yao Yin raised his eyebrows and said calmly in a scolding tone, "There are rules at the wine table. Don't be so rude."
Fang Zhicheng glanced at Yao Yin and said contemptuously: "I suddenly feel dizzy. I can't drink this wine."
"You..." Yao Yin is the person in charge of the Comprehensive Division of the Municipal Party Committee Office. Even the mayor and director were polite when they saw him. I didn't expect Fang Zhicheng to be so arrogant.
Tong Siqing knew that Fang Zhicheng had just stood up for her, so she made Yao Yin angry. She held the wine glass and said softly: "Director Yao, I won't eat this scary-looking thing, so I'll offer you three glasses of wine.
how?"
Wang Ke, who was next to him, also tried to smooth things over and said with a smile: "Xiao Fang is unwell, I know that. Since Siqing is toasting me, Lao Yao, please give me some face."
Yao Yin secretly scolded Fang Zhicheng for being ignorant of promotion. He really thought that he was the secretary of the municipal party committee and everyone had to carry him away. It was a bit too arrogant. But today, his immediate boss, Wang Ke, was inviting guests to dinner, and he couldn't make things worse.
Then he had three glasses of wine with Tong Siqing and took a step down the stairs.
Fang Zhicheng was in a bad mood, so he ordered a drink and chatted with all the department heads except Yao Yin. Yao Yin also secretly hated it and thought about giving Fang Zhicheng some color if he had the opportunity.
Yao Yin is an old man in the municipal party committee office. He is thirty-eight years old this year and is in the prime of life. If Wang Ke hadn't suddenly emerged, he would have been the director of the municipal party committee office sooner or later. On the surface, Yao Yin seemed to have a happy chat with Wang Ke, but in fact, he had a lot of slander in his heart.
Many people say that Wang Ke has no ability and only relies on flattery and dirty jokes to become the top leader of the Municipal Party Committee Office.
Seeing that Wang Ke, in order to express his sincerity to Song Wendi, invited the directors of various departments to dinner and also invited two secretaries from the municipal party committee office to the scene. After all, Yao Yin still felt aggrieved, so he deliberately made fun of Tong Siqing. Unexpectedly, Fang Zhicheng stepped in to stop him.
, and then deliberately left him alone.
The depression in Yao Yin's heart can naturally be imagined.
Tong Siqing drinks well, but Fang Zhicheng doesn't drink. Naturally, all the pressure is transferred to her. Unknowingly, she drank almost half a catty of wine, but Fang Zhicheng found that her eyes were not slack, but getting brighter and brighter.
Fang Zhicheng secretly praised that Tong Siqing was really a hero among girls, and at the same time felt ashamed of his cleverness. Fang Zhicheng didn't drink much, mainly because of driving. Although being caught drunk driving could be solved with connections, after all, it was not safe for his own life.
Responsible, so Fang Zhicheng is now gradually controlling his drinking, and rarely raises his glass unless absolutely necessary.
There is another reason, mainly because Yao Yin is too off-putting.
Yao Yin is a famous person in the Municipal Party Committee Courtyard. It is said that he has a very bad character and is a pervert. There are at least a dozen "actresses" whose names can be reported in the Municipal Party Committee Courtyard. Seeing Yao Yin teasing Tong Siqing, Fang Zhicheng felt vaguely that his things were being stolen.
It's just a taint, that's why he behaves so inhumanely.
Fang Zhicheng's arrogant attitude has both advantages and disadvantages. He is Song Wendi's representative. If he interacts with and mingle with the heads of the municipal party committee, it will have a bad impact. The relationship with these people should be aloof and not too close.
Don't be too far away. Only by controlling the proportion is the best way.
Fang Zhicheng spent more than half a year summing up an experience. He only needs to be good to one person, and that is Song Wendi. His relationship with other people is optional.
There were a total of twelve people present, three women and nine men. Among the women, Tong Siqing was the most eye-catching. The more she drank, the more energetic she became, and she deliberately tried to persuade Yao Yin to drink. Although Yao Yin had a good drinking capacity, the seventh bottle of Moutai was unsealed.
By that time, he was already drunk and shaking.
"Siqing, I didn't expect that you are a real person and don't show your face...hehe...you can become a wine fairy...hehe..." Yao Yin's hand holding the eight-dollar wine glass trembled slightly, his face flushed, and his tongue began to tie.
Tong Siqing smiled charmingly, gently brushed her bangs with her jade hand, and said coquettishly: "Yao Chu, I think you are really good at drinking. I admire leaders who drink well. How about we have another drink?"
Yao Yin made a stop gesture and muttered: "That won't work...that won't work..."
Tong Siqing's beautiful eyes flickered, she glanced at the others present, and said with a smile: "Yao Chu, you have to listen to everyone's voices."
Others burst into laughter, "Old Yao, a man can't say no. Fortunately, Siqing is as beautiful as a flower. How could you wither in the face of battle?"
Yao Yin had drunk too much and felt the wine rising to his throat. Seeing that the others were inciting him, the fierceness in his heart surged out. He slapped the table hard, making his chopsticks jump, and sighed: "That's fine, then I will risk my life to accompany you."
Woman...hey...have another drink...but this glass of wine must be...hey...a handover..."
Fang Zhicheng frowned secretly as he listened below, and swore angrily, thinking that Yao Yin was really horny to the core, drunk as mud, and he didn't forget to eat Tong Siqing's tofu.
Others took advantage of the situation and shouted, "Give me a cup! Give me a cup!"
Tong Siqing glanced at Fang Zhicheng with complicated eyes, and found that there was also a look of disgust in his eyes. She sighed, raised the wine glass and came to Yao Yin, suppressing the discomfort in her heart, and whispered: "Then
Just treat Yao Chu to have a drink..."
Yao Yin chuckled, stretched out his hand, and looked at Tong Siqing's pretty face. The originally uncontrollable face looked even more crazy, and the sour smell of wine subconsciously spewed out from his mouth, causing Tong Siqing to frown.
"Pfft..." Yao Yin was about to hold Tong Siqing when he felt a discomfort in his lower abdomen, and then the food and drink in his belly spurted out like a fountain. Tong Siqing was startled, and felt a slight pull on her arm.
He picked up that disgusting scum and then hit a person hard.
The noisy wine table suddenly became quiet. No one noticed what happened just now. They all thought that Yao Yin was drunk. No one noticed that the moment Tong Siqing got up, Fang Zhicheng came to Yao Yin's right side with a smile.
He turned sideways, pretending to be watching a show, and then hit Yao Yin on the lower abdomen with a very concealed punch.
Yao Yin was so drunk that he was punched so hard that he could not realize that he had been beaten in vain. His stomach was spasmed by the heavy blow, and the filth in his belly spurted out, and then his brain was in a state of confusion.
Blank, collapsed to the ground.
Everyone thought that Yao Yin had passed out and whispered to each other as a joke, so the banquet turned into a farce and then came to an end. As for Tong Siqing, she became famous because of this dinner party. The next day, the news was like weeds, and she was so impressive.
Because of her reputation as a wine fairy, no one in the Municipal Party Committee compound dared to challenge her at the wine table. This is something to be said later.
Fang Zhicheng parked the Jetta at the edge of Yuhu Lake, and could vaguely see the colorful sandbank in the center of Yuhu Lake, which was so gorgeous. Tong Siqing blew in the lake breeze, and the alcohol in her body dissipated a lot. She folded her arms in front of her chest, Fang Zhicheng
Seeing that she was aware of the coldness, she said softly: "It's cold, shall I take you home?"
Tong Siqing shook her head, her eyes as clear as the lights in the lake, and she suddenly asked: "Why did Yao Yin vomit?"
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said, "Isn't it because you drink too much?" After saying this, he took out a cigarette from his pocket. The lake breeze was too strong and the lighter could not be lit. He tried several times and finally gave up, but he still kept the cigarette.
Hold it in your mouth.
Tong Siqing found that she couldn't see Fang Zhicheng clearly. She said that he hated scoundrels, but he would suddenly appear at critical moments, saying that he was just and brave, but now he looked like a gangster. She asked softly: "Were you a gangster at that time?"
Punched him?"
Fang Zhicheng was slightly startled and asked, "Have you seen it?"
Tong Siqing's eyes were full of confusion and she said: "No!"
Fang Zhicheng laughed softly and said: "Then don't talk nonsense, or I will sue you for defamation!"
When Tong Siqing heard what Fang Zhicheng said, she confirmed her guess, but she didn't criticize it. She sighed and said to Fang Zhicheng, "Let's go."
Tong Siqing's home lives in Nanyuan District. This place is part of the new construction plan of the old city and retains a unique style of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. If you visit during the day, it will be like traveling to another century, but when you return late at night, it will be so much...
There is a gloomy feeling. If a person walks among the white walls, blue bricks and gray tiles, he will inevitably feel panicked.
The alley was very narrow and the Jetta could not drive deeper. Fang Zhicheng got out of the car and took Tong Siqing to the door. After the heavy door opened, Fang Zhicheng and Tong Siqing waved goodbye.
Tong Siqing stared at Fang Zhicheng as he gradually disappeared in the dim light. There was a mysterious feeling about his tall and thin back. She felt the urge to understand Fang Zhicheng on a deeper level.
Tong Siqing stepped into the back room and put her windbreaker on the hanger. Her husband Li Mingxue was crouching in front of the desk correcting test papers. He raised his black-rimmed glasses, raised his head and glanced at Tong Siqing, complaining: "Why are you back now? You're still drunk.
You're angry, didn't you agree not to drink?"
Tong Siqing smiled, walked up behind Li Mingxue, pressed his shoulders a few times, and said coquettishly: "It's just this once, it won't happen next time."
Li Mingxue snorted comfortably and sighed: "It's not easy to get along in officialdom. If you don't obey me, just resign and stop working!"
Tong Siqing curled her lips and said displeasedly: "If you lose your job, can you afford the family expenses with your salary as a poor teacher?"
Li Mingxue's face darkened and he said no more.
Tong Siqing realized that she had poked Li Mingxue's sore spot, pecked him in the ear, and said in a charming voice: "I'll take a shower first and wait for you on the bed..."
Li Mingxue said "hmm" a few times, and when Tong Siqing entered the bathroom, a touch of bitterness flashed across his face.