Three hundred and fortieth chapters underground well
Sorry, please don't read this chapter yet
"Wow, I have no business dealing with you. It seems like the standard is really high."
Sun Suhe stood at the door of Taigu Hotel. All kinds of luxury cars were coming and going in front of him. The men were in elegant suits and leather shoes, and the women's dresses were elegant and elegant. Everyone seemed to be shining.
Sun Suhe looked at Alice and then at himself. The two of them came over wearing their usual casual clothes. They were really incompatible with the bling in the place. He couldn't help laughing and said: "Even the parking boy is dressed better than us.
Fashion, our Sun Alice Group is really in disgrace. Do you think we are disrespectful to others by doing this?"
Alice pushed up the brim of the baseball cap on her head, turned back and smiled intoxicatingly at Sun Suhe, "Does it look good? Does it look good?"
"You are so beautiful." Sun Suhe said as he scratched his cheek with his finger and said with a smile: "You brag, you are almost as thick-skinned as Mr. Li Hua."
"There is no bragging, this is called stating the facts, okay? So, if I dress like this and that is fashionable and stylish, how can I be disrespectful to others? As for you, you are just a rustic and ignorant little follower."
"Okay, okay." Sun Suhe smiled and ruffled Alice's long hair, "There is a boastful Mr. Lihua in the family, and now there is a shameless white-haired Mr."
Sun Suhe bowed slightly and made a gesture to guide the way, "Master, please. Master, may I ask, how can I get in without an invitation?"
"There's no need to ask, of course you can walk in directly from the front door." Alice imitated Master Lihua's accent and joked seriously: "Xiao Suhe, little follower, I will take you to drink."
The two of them had not taken a few steps into the gate when a waiter greeted them politely.
"You two, the venue is reserved for a charity reception in the evening, and no other guests are allowed."
"We are just here for a cocktail party." Alice took out the invitation and handed it over.
The waiter carefully checked the invitation and looked at the two people in front of him with confusion. The invitation was indeed OK, but this was a charity reception where celebrities gathered. Why did these two people dress like they were going downstairs?
The noodles are the same as in a small noodle shop. And this invitation only invites one person instead of two people.
"Is there any problem?" Alice asked.
"There is indeed nothing wrong with the invitation, but..."
"No problem, let's go in."
"Wait a minute." The waiter considered the words and said as politely as possible: "This invitation only allows one person to enter. And, you two, did you forget to change your clothes? There is a brand counter in the shopping mall of our hotel..."
"What's wrong with the clothes? Isn't it bad?" Alice casually took off her baseball cap with a very low brim, revealing her pretty face with flying silver hair, as picturesque as a poem.
The waiter was stunned for an instant as if he had been hit by a restraining spell, and even the expression on his face was frozen.
"What's wrong? Is it bad?" Alice smiled slightly and asked again.
"Okay, okay..." the waiter replied calmly like a robot.
"Since there's nothing wrong, let's go in. By the way, this is my little follower. I want to take him in with me. Is that okay?"
"Okay, okay..." The waiter's brain seemed to have short-circuited, and besides the word "good", he could no longer bear the second word.
"Let's go." Alice waved her hat, pulling Sun Suhe past the waiter and swaggering into the reception hall.
Sun Suhe couldn't laugh or cry, "Really, I feel so complicated every time I see you use this trick."
"What's so complicated, jealousy?" Alice teased with a smile.
"Of course I'm jealous. I also want to be a handsome guy." Sun Suhe said with a smile, "But the side effects of your move are about to come."
"Side effects, what side effects?" Alice asked in confusion.
Before Sun Suhe could answer, accompanied by a strong smell of cologne, a man walked over impatiently with a glass of champagne. This man seemed to be sparing no effort in shouting "I am
The four words "elite" are as if they came directly from GQ magazine.
With a cynical smile, he fixed his eyes unblinkingly on Alice's face, seeming a little confused and also a little affectionate.
"excuse me ,have we met somewhere?" (Excuse me, have we met somewhere?)
The man spoke with an authentic Cockney accent.
Sun Suhe couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body. This person must have been a little too deliberate. His whole body was filled with the greasy feeling of overexertion. Sun Suhe tried to think about this clichéd pick-up line, this artificial smile, and this look in his eyes.
When I thought about it, if the person this person was chatting with was not Alice but me, no, no, no, it would be too scary, I couldn’t think about it anymore.
"Shameless master, you can enjoy it slowly while my little follower goes to fill his stomach first. I'll go too." Sun Suhe gloated to Alice in his heart and turned around to leave.
"Want to run away? That's a good idea." Alice said viciously in her heart.
She grabbed Sun Suhe's hand, and then said to the greasy elite man, "I can't understand English." She ignored the man and deliberately pulled Sun Suhe to a wine sommelier nearby.
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"So you can speak Chinese. You speak it very well and your voice is good. Do you like drinking wine?" The greasy man followed him like a shadow. It wasn't just him. In an instant, one after another was pretentious and pretentious.
The reserved men gathered around Alice as if teleporting.
The greasy man started to show off his knowledge of wine endlessly, as if there was no wine in the world that he didn't understand. What year it was, what brand it was, and I didn't know if what he said was right. Anyway, he knew it all, and every time
There must be one or two English and French words in the sentence, which makes people half understand it, but also seems to be very high-end.
He was so excited that the men next to him couldn't get in even though they tried several times. Many of them immediately looked at him angrily.
Because Sun Suhe was deliberately grabbed by Alice's hand, he was fortunate to share more anger. He felt that one after another cold eyes were like sharp arrows, trying to pierce his heart.
Sun Suhe felt funny in his heart, so he picked up a glass of wine and wanted to have a taste. It didn't matter if he didn't move. As soon as he moved, "huh", "heh", "hum"... countless inaudible but clearly audible sneers.
appear simultaneously.
The greasy man suddenly showed a look of surprise on his face and kept looking at Sun Suhe up and down, as if he was seeing an alien.
"Can't you drink it?" Sun Suhe didn't know why, so he asked the sommelier.
"Of course you can drink it. Please take it." The sommelier smiled and made a gesture of inviting him, and then added as if he was a little embarrassed, "The temperature of your hands can sometimes destroy some of the taste."
Only then did Sun Suhe realize that there was something wrong with the way he held the cup.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that his state of mind had undergone tremendous changes without even realizing it.