The Wife’s Betrayal

Although I drank alcohol, I knew I was not drunk.

The person in front is Wang Qianwen, and on the other side of her is a middle-aged man wearing glasses...

Wang Qianwen was still holding each other's arm.

But as soon as they turned around, they entered another box.

This time it was no longer on surveillance, nor was it a building hundreds of meters away. It was only less than ten meters away. I could see clearly that that person was Wang Qianwen.

Especially her expression is exactly the same as the Wang Qianwen I know.

But the door of the box was closed. I hesitated for a long time, but finally didn't break in.

Even if she is really Wang Qianwen, what can I prove after breaking in now?

She cheated?

She steals?

No, no, nothing can be proved. What if she just really accompanies the leader?

And what can I get this way?

Not only can I not get anything, but I will also lose my current identity and job because of disturbances.

Only after I strengthen myself can I be qualified to find the truth!

After thinking about this, I packed my mood and went back to the box.

"Haha, Xiaotian, if you have been there for so long, you won't do anything bad to Qiongqiong!"

Seeing me who just came back, Song Ying was joking.

I knew in my heart that Song Ying's ability to make this joke meant that she was still very satisfied with my previous performance.

"Sister Song, how dare I..."

After pretending to be timid and saying something, I took out the wine bottle again and said boldly: "I'm late, now I'm punishing three glasses!"

After speaking, he poured and drank three cups.

"Good, good, good..."

Song Ying applauded and was very satisfied with my performance.

In the second half, the frequency of drinking was much lower, and it was time to talk about business.

Sun Xu had just played such a big game, he didn't just wait for now.

Although Song Ying is only the wife of the Director of the Finance Bureau, like Zhang Ya, she belongs to the second generation of officials and is a real son of a senior cadre, so even at home, her words are quite useful.

Otherwise, Sun Xugang would not look for Song Ying.

Song Ying had a great time today, so she didn't deliberately embarrass Sun Xugang, and finally agreed to help Sun Xugang.

Sun Xugang, who got an accurate answer, drank five cups in a row with excitement.

In the end, the host and the guest enjoyed themselves and ended happily.

I also drank nearly two bottles of white wine.

Both Sun Xugang and Song Yingfang came to pick them up, and Zhang Ya had a lot of drinks, so they went back first. Before leaving, they gave me a glamorous task to send Yang Yiru and Song Lian to rest upstairs.

Yang Yiru and Song Lian's combat effectiveness was much stronger than Zhao Le, but after the second half they also showed fatigue, and now they are even lying on the table.

I first chose Yang Yiru.

Her figure is really good, especially after being drunk, when I lifted her up, all her body weight was on her body.

Fortunately, I often exercise, otherwise I really can't help her.

From the second floor to the third floor, it was a distance of tens of meters, and it took more than ten minutes to put Yang Yiru on the bed.

"Really heavy!"

After I complained, I smiled and took my hand from Yang Yiru's clothes.

Of course, I have also experienced hand addiction, anyway, she is not aware of it now, and I have worked so hard for so long, just as a reward. As for going further, I never thought about it that way...

When I came to Zhang Ya, this kind of thing happened, and the influence was not good.

After closing the door, I was ready to send Song Lian off again.

In comparison, Song Lian is more like a young literary girl, except for her good-looking face, average body, and she doesn't like to talk...

"Brother Li, you can take me downstairs and I will take a ride home."

What I didn't expect was that when I returned to the box, Song Lian had already recovered a little sober.

It seems that her drinking capacity is stronger than Yang Yiru.

"Are you sure? Mr. Zhang asked me to send you upstairs!" I asked.

Nodded, Song Lian said, "Well, I can just take a ride home, upstairs is 1,000 yuan a night, I'll still go home and live comfortably!"

"I also charge for myself?"

I wondered.

"Because Mr. Zhang said that those who drank on the second floor and lived on the third floor explained that their business ability is not good, and they want to be free if their business ability is not good?" Song Lian laughed.

I am speechless.

"It's only a few tens of dollars for me to take a ride home!" Song Lian said again.

You can save money after drinking it like this?

I smiled lightly, but didn't want to ask too much. After all, how can I be better in comparison?

"Then I will send you downstairs!"

With a gentle word, I helped Song Lian up.

Song Lian is very light, and I feel a lot easier when she is conscious.

"Beauty, where to go?"

As soon as I sent Song Lian downstairs, a young man with a tattoo smiled and greeted him.

But he is well dressed, not like an ordinary taxi driver.

In an instant, I understood that this might be the person who picked up the corpse in front of the legendary bar.

I was wearing a suit and he seemed to treat me as a brilliant employee.

But Song Lian didn't seem to care about this, so he reported an address in a daze.

"Okay, the beauty gets in the car!"

With an excited smile, the tattooed man was about to take Song Lian from me.

"I'll do it, you can drive!"

I smiled gently, and straightly picked Song Lian up, and carried her into the car.

Then, I naturally sat next to Song Lian in the back row.

"You won't go back?" The tattooed man looked at me dumbfounded.

"The boss ordered it to be delivered home in person."

I said with a smile.

Tattooed men are helpless.

For a moment he seemed to want to get us out of the car, but in the end he started the car under my sharp eyes.

Half an hour later, the place Song Lian said arrived. I got out of the car holding Song Lian. Before leaving, I threw him a hundred yuan in the seat.

The fare is not that much, and I am not pretending to pay a lot of money.

It was just because Song fell in love with the car and couldn't help it. He vomited a car, and the car was not bad.

Smelling Song Lian's masterpiece, I feel a little distressed.

But under my sharp eyes, the tattooed man did not dare to say anything and chose to let us go.

"You should be sober now, go upstairs and go back by yourself!"

I put Song Lian on the side of the road and prepared to leave.

In fact, Song Lian’s type is a bit similar to Wang Qianwen, and both are a bit cold, so I don’t think about her as well as Yang Yi...

Especially after I just experienced the scene of her vomiting in the car, I didn't have that kind of thought.

"Send me upstairs!"

Song Lian suddenly fell on my side again, speaking with a weak look.