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Chapter 46 Lock the hotel door, no one is allowed to enter or leave!

Chapter 46 Lock the hotel door, no one is allowed to enter or leave!

Jiang Chengxing smiled and praised: "Miss Zhang is a good drinker."

Zhang Zhizhi was praised, but she didn't think much of it, and smiled shyly.

At this moment, the waiter came over pushing the cake.

Because it is the old man's birthday, everyone will take a small bite of the cake to show respect.

Zhang Zhizhi took the cake, said thank you, and ate a small piece.

Tang Yimo walked towards her slowly, and asked meaningfully, "Is the cake delicious?"

Looking at the smile on the corner of her mouth, Zhang Zhizhi felt a little flustered. Logically speaking, she should also have taken effect of the medicine. How could she be so calm?

Could it be that the waiter didn't sprinkle the powder on her body just now?

How can this be?

Tang Yimo called out again: "Miss Zhang?"

Zhang Zhizhi immediately withdrew her thoughts, and nodded: "Not bad, why don't you give it a try?"

Tang Yimo nodded, then took a bite: "It's really not bad."

Zhang Zhizhi only felt that there seemed to be something in her words, especially those eyes, the expression inside made her feel very uneasy.

Suddenly, Tang Yimo approached her, and a lazy voice rang in her ears: "Does Miss Zhang know what it means to treat another person in the same way?"

Zhang Zhizhi froze, feeling a chill down her spine, but didn't understand what she was referring to?
Before he could figure it out, Tang Yimo had already taken a step back, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth: "The cake is good, Miss Zhang should eat more."

After finishing speaking, Tang Yimo turned around and walked to Wen Mi's side.

Looking at her back, Zhang Zhizhi felt confused.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Zhizhi felt very hot, so she stopped the waiter at the side: "Is the lobby turned on and empty? Why is it so hot?"

"No, Miss Zhang, are you sick?"

Zhang Zhizhi shook his head: "It's okay."

She thought it was because she drank too much wine and was a little drunk, but as time went on, she felt more uncomfortable, her cheeks were flushed, her body was hot, she picked up the glass and drank champagne, and it was difficult to breathe.

Tang Lanxin noticed her strangeness, and asked with concern: "Zhizhi, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm...so hot, uncomfortable, uncomfortable..."

As she spoke, her voice changed.

Seeing this, Tang Lan panicked. Why does her symptom seem to be the reaction of traditional Chinese medicine?
But shouldn't it be Tang Yimo who uses Chinese medicine?
Before she could think about it, Zhang Zhizhi's legs went limp, and she fell to the ground, breathing heavily.

Everyone heard the sound and looked over, and was shocked when they saw the next scene.

Suddenly someone crowded over.

"What happened to Miss Zhang?"

"Are you drunk?"

"Are you sick?"

Tang Lan was terrified, so she knelt down and pulled her.

However, before touching it, Zhang Zhizhi pushed it away forcefully.

"Zhizhi, cheer up!"

Zhang Zhizhi groaned, only feeling that her body was extremely hot. She unashamedly zipped up her gown, and in just a split second, her curvy body was exposed to the public in the hall.

Tang Lan was startled, this scene happened so fast, she didn't have time to make an emergency response.

Everyone's eyes widened in shock, Tang Lan really wanted to stay away, but Zhang Zhizhi was right, they were in the same boat, both were prosperous, and both were damaged.

She picked up the dress and covered her body, and said tolerantly, "Put the clothes on."

Zhang Zhizhi had completely lost her mind, crying and saying, "I'm so uncomfortable..."

After the words fell, she tore off the dress again.

Zhang Yinghui felt ashamed. He strode up, wrapped her in a suit forcibly, and said angrily, "Lock the hotel gate, no one is allowed to enter or leave!"

 Good night~
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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