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Chapter 29 I'm Drunk Let That Man Come Over
Lu Jingshan has been following up the progress of the project in the company for the past few days. He stayed up for two consecutive nights, and was finally sent back to the apartment by his assistant.

He just washed up, wearing loose home clothes, with a white bath towel around his neck, and rubbed his wet short hair casually.

Stepping lazily, he came to the open kitchen counter, holding a glass of freshly squeezed juice in his hand with bony fingers, and unconsciously turning the mobile phone in his other hand.

He was still predicting where Fang Yimeng was at the moment, and when he was hesitating whether to call and ask, the rare noise in the corridor caught his attention.

However, the sound insulation effect of the door is quite good, only vague noise can be heard.

But inexplicably, Lu Jingshan's heart throbbed slightly. He put down his phone, walked towards the door, and opened the door——

The noisy voices outside became very clear as the door opened, and he could even hear their words clearly.

"Sister Yimeng still lacks a life assistant who can move and salute? I just went to the gym to train my muscles a few days ago. You can feel it, it's absolutely reliable!"

One was wearing a hooded sweater and denim trousers, and his dressing style was similar to Fang Yimeng's style today.Standing together, the two of them looked out of place with a large group of men in suits and shirts around them, but they had an illusion of matching.

Lu Jingshan's deep pupils shrank slightly, he automatically skipped over those extra men, and all his deep eyes focused on the little woman in front of him.

The colleague who was joking just now turned around in a panic, and when he saw him, he stammered and called Mr. Lu.

They had seen President Hualing's bold tactics at the negotiating table, and their first impression was that CEO in a suit and shirt with a cold and arrogant demeanor.It was the first time to see the president in casual clothes standing in front of them alive. This group of men who worked hard in the workplace were somewhat frightened to stay where they were.

"I thought you weren't at home, and I thought I'd come back to say hello to you later." Fang Yimeng looked calm.

Although she was surprised for a moment when she saw the door open, compared to the dumbfounded reactions of her colleagues around her, she was quite calm and composed.

Lu Jingshan scanned around, and the people around him were all men, their expressions remained unchanged, and they still maintained a cold and indifferent mood.

"Just came back." His words were concise and his tone was gentle.

Fang Yimeng nodded in understanding. It happened that the elevator came at this moment, and everyone rushed into the elevator as if they were relieved.And she became the last person to get on the elevator. Before entering the elevator, she waved to Lu Jingshan.

"I have a party at the company, let's chat when I have time."

Leaving aside the unfamiliar and polite words, Fang Yimeng quickly walked into the elevator, blocking his sight.

The corridor returned to its former quietness and emptiness.

Lu Jingshan no longer pretended to be calm and calm just now.His deep eyes were like whirlpools in the deep sea, which made people feel flustered. He glanced at the door of 1902 opposite, and then closed the door again.

Fang Yimeng, who left the Yuemei high-end apartment with the big army here, brought a group of people to the appointment hall without hesitation, followed Sister Mengqing and the others to meet up, and walked to the wing room together.

Strictly speaking, tonight's gathering is an internal gathering of the management team.Everyone dropped the pretense of being serious and uplifting in the company, and the frequency of toasting and messing with each other is getting higher and higher. As the core artist of this management team, Fang Yimeng, the number of times he is toasted is the MVP of the audience.

After drinking the last sip of red wine, she hurriedly left the wine room as an excuse to go to the bathroom.

The outside of the hall is quiet and easy-going, and the elegant pure music background of the cello sets off the atmosphere here with a sense of grace.

Fang Yimeng's drinking capacity has always been online, and a few glasses of red wine are not enough to make her fall down.

But red wine is alcohol after all. She was walking on the small road outside the guild hall, and the night breeze was blowing gently on her face. This comfortable and quiet atmosphere could not help but stain her mind with a hazy layer of alcohol.

She randomly found a stone stool and sat down, ready to ease her drinking.

But when she was trying to calm down, she couldn't help but see in her mind the image of Lu Jingshan pushing the door and looking at them saying hello when she went out today.She shook her head, trying to get rid of the handsome facial features in her mind, but it was like a spelled term, appearing more and more frequently in her mind.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Sister Meng Qing noticed that Fang Yimeng had gone out alone. As a gold medal manager who cared about everything, she naturally followed.

I saw her artist sitting alone in the yard.

Fang Yimeng knew that it was her manager who came, she pursed her lips, Lu Jingshan couldn't get rid of her in her mind, and under the influence of alcohol, the phone in her hand gradually began to heat up.

A bad idea came to her mind.

"I'm not feeling sick, Sister Meng Qing, please do me a favor." She turned on the phone in her hand, clicked on Lu Jingshan's business card in the call log, and handed the entire phone to the agent.

Meng Qing took a careful look at the three characters "Lu Jingshan" on the phone screen.

As adults, everyone's slightly drunken decisions carry a layer of hazy and explicit meaning.

She raised her hand to Fang Yimeng and made an ok gesture, then took the phone and dialed Lu Jingshan, the receiver connected before the busy beeps exceeded three times.

Meng Qing was keenly aware of such an insignificant detail, and she raised her eyes to look sharply at Fang Yimeng.

The latter didn't notice it, and stared at her with a pair of round, bright eyes.

"Is it Mr. Lu?" Meng Qing withdrew her thoughts and said, "I heard from Yi Meng earlier that you live on the same floor as Yi Meng. We both drank here, so it's not easy to contact her family. I want to ask Is Mr. Lu busy right now? Can you drop by and pick Yi Meng back to the apartment?"

Ever since Fang Yimeng entered the elevator room with a strange greeting, Lu Jingshan has been feeling a little anxious. In order to calm his emotions, he could only turn on the computer at home and simply work remotely.

While he was listening to the company's report on the progress of the project, Fang Yimeng's phone call unexpectedly appeared on the big screen.

He hurriedly ended the overtime meeting, hurriedly changed a set, picked up the car keys, and hurried out to the address reported by Meng Qing's agent.

Here, Fang Yimeng simply didn't go back after leaving the box, and Meng Qing sat with her in the hall of the guild hall, and she leaned on Sister Meng Qing's shoulder bored, thinking about messy things in her slightly drunken mind.

Suddenly, the shoulders of the headrest fluttered slightly, and she sat up straight, but a pair of erratic eyes fell precisely on the man who was walking towards the front door of the guild hall.

　Brother Fang: As long as I'm drunk, I'll be greedy, let me choose which little milk dog to choose today
　　Lu·Little Milk Dog·Jingshan: Very good, you are me from row 01 to row 99, you are finished (anti-walking)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)