This is the case in domestic alcoholics. People sit in private rooms with good privacy and drink, drinking back and forth, and drinking hard, all with the purpose of getting others drunk.

The content of the chat is also the tone that middle-aged men like, and occasionally they will brag and talk drunkenly.

Everyone is familiar with it. How many of these kinds of banquets are serious about business and business.

Ning An has also participated in many such drinks, chatting and talking with them at will.

She and Han Xiao both drank a lot of alcohol and felt dizzy.

Although the air conditioner was turned on in the private room, it was stuffy and hot. Ning An simply took off his small suit jacket and continued to drink with the other person.

Several times, Ning An wanted to talk about work, but was distracted by the other party and insisted on drinking her. If she didn't drink, she wouldn't give her face.

Ning An smiled and couldn't refuse the wine handed over to the party.

After drinking halfway, Ning An was so dizzy that he went to the bathroom.

The air in the hotel corridor was much better than in the private room. She held the wall and walked towards the bathroom. When she walked to the mirror, she saw herself with her cheeks flushed. She hadn't drunk so much wine for a long time.

She supported the sink with her hands. She turned on the faucet and washed her hands slowly, washing her face, trying to make herself more awake.

Fortunately, she was not completely drunk and still had consciousness.

She recognized this as a bathroom, on the left is a male bathroom and on the right is a female bathroom.

Well...she is not drunk yet.

The woman in the mirror has red cheeks and blurred eyes.

The faucet was always on, and there was only the sound of "rattle" water flowing around.

She didn't know what time it was now, but she only knew that she had been drinking for a long time.

The fierce alcoholic spirit rushed into her brain little by little. Her headache was so bad that it was like being tug-of-warmed.

In a daze, my eyes blurred.

She wanted to rest, but suddenly she remembered that her phone had landed in the private room.

Ning An turned his head and held the wall tilted, unable to see the road ahead.

She might be... drunk.

"Dongdongdongdong", I remembered the sound of high heels knocking on the ground in my ears, and walked towards her little by little.

Then there was a strong smell of magnolia perfume.

Ning An's head was so heavy that she held her forehead and couldn't lift her eyelids. When she raised her head, she felt like she was about to vomit.

She saw the woman wearing a pair of silver lace-up high heels, and up there were a pair of fair and slender legs and a white dress.

His vision was blurred. Ning An looked at her for a long time and felt so familiar.

This woman...is very familiar.

Gu Huiyin bent down and curled her lips: "Ning'an, long time no see."

Haha... Ning An only then realized that it was her.

"I thought it was." Ning An sneered, "You can smell the mistress on you from afar."

Ning An knew that in addition to Song Shaoyan, Gu Huiyin also followed many men. She would follow any man who was rich, regardless of whether she was a mistress or a mistress. Although Song Shaoyan was dead, her dream of a wealthy wife was not shattered.

"Ning'an, I still don't forget to teach me a lesson after drinking this kind of virtue? Sometimes I think you are so pitiful. You can only study and read books in college, but you don't know how to dress up. Later, you can only work after working. Just like you, do you have a man to want it?"

"Gu Huiyin, are you still alive if you are away from a man?" Ning An's eyes were full of contempt, and he spoke "man" at once. Has Gu Huiyin relied on relying on a man in this life?

Gu Huiyin chuckled, laughing sarcastically and despised him.
Chapter completed!