But Song Xiangsi's calm voice happened to be heard on the TV: "Let's break up..."

Xu Jiamu suddenly held the beer bottle in his hand, twisted the bottle a little, and the beer jumped out and splashed on his hand. However, he stared at the big screen without realizing it, and his eyes rolled. Then he raised the bottle and drank it completely in one breath. Then he threw the beer bottle casually on the coffee table in front of him, stood up, and walked out of the box.

When Xu Jiamu came out of the bathroom, the door of the 1005 box was opened, and Song Xiangsi, who was wearing a tight short skirt, walked out from inside. The two of them had only a second of their eyes, and their eyes separated tacitly, as if they had not seen each other at all. The two of them looked straight ahead, and passed by proudly and calmly.

Xu Jiamu heard the sound of the "tick" high heels behind him disappear. The steps he had taken suddenly stopped, stood there for a while, then took out his cell phone, made a phone call. After a while, the door of the room 1005 behind him opened, and a man in a silver-gray suit leaned out from inside: "Master Xu, here."

Xu Jiamu walked calmly and walked into Room 1005 with the man in the silver-gray suit.

The private room was full of lights and wine, and there were many men and women sitting. Two young girls in maid outfits surrounded a middle-aged man with a big belly and were singing. The middle-aged man obviously got out of tune, but he looked affectionate and devoted to the microphone: "You are my little apple, how can you not love you enough..."

Xu Xu Jiamu has been in the business circle of Beijing since he was a child. When Han Ruchu was very young, he started to take him to banquets on various occasions in order to let him meet more people. Although he was a bit fake, Xu Jiamu was very good at being a human being. He could not say that he knew all the rich people in Beijing, but he also knew ninety percent. So there were five men in this box, all five Xu Jiamu knew, and two of them claimed to be actors. Xu Jiamu had been in a coma for more than eight months and did not know him.

When the singing man saw Xu Jiamu come in, he put down the microphone and greeted the magnificent manager.

Although Xu Jiamu hadn't come for several months, the manager did not dare to be neglected at all. He called several beautiful girls in the store very attentively, stood in front of Xu Jiamu and let him choose.

Xu Jiamu leaned lazily on the sofa, and glanced at the faces of the girls in front of him several times, but he never wanted to speak, as if he was waiting for something.

The manager stood aside, laughing apologized, and did not dare to urge him.

A man sitting next to Xu Jiamu hugged a delicate girl, approached Xu Jiamu, pointed twice, and commented: "This, and that, it's pretty good..."

"Is that?" Xu Jiamu asked lightly. As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the private room was pushed open. Song Xiangsi, who had just made an excuse to go to the bathroom because he was hiding from alcohol, turned back. When she pushed the door again, she secretly scolded in her heart that if it weren't for the endorsement fee they gave, she wouldn't want to stay here to accompany the social event. She gritted her teeth hard, and saw Xu Jiamu sitting in the middle of the sofa. A difference flashed in her eyes. Before anyone could even speak, Xu Jiamu's hand suddenly raised, shook it twice, and then fell on her: "That's it."
Chapter completed!