Chapter 83: Drunk "You are bad, you are so bad, so bad."...
The administrative department and the design department celebrated together, occupying a small hall in Luming Hall, with five tables of people.
In the hall, a Qing Dynasty-style gilded screen with magnolia and parrots was opened. In front of the screen was a picturesque Zen-style standing crane scene. Qiao Ruoying was welcomed and sat in the main seat. Behind her, a sparse magnolia brushed against her low-tied hair, as if a magnolia hairpin was pinned on her.
Qiao Ruoying sat down confidently, took photos with the team members, and talked about plans for the Spring Festival.
After the dishes were served, everyone toasted Qiao Ruoying while eating Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, Four Happiness Meatballs and Scallion-fried Sea Cucumber.
Each member of the club toasted Qiao Ruoying with a glass, saying some funny things like "Brother Qiao, please protect me" and "Brother Qiao, please lead me to success", and also imagined a beautiful new year together.
Qiao Ruoying drank the wine happily. She felt a little drunk after a while. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wet. She just kept her black and white lychee eyes open to pretend to be sober.
She couldn't let her team members find out that the director was a drunkard.
Xiao Liu is a wine connoisseur. She took the bottle, carefully examined the label, and exclaimed:
"I was wondering why this wine tasted better than last year's. It turns out the group invested heavily. This bottle is Moutai 50, and the market price is driving it up to 22,000 yuan a bottle."
"The higher the quality and price of Moutai, the better. I wake up refreshed the next day without dizziness or headaches."
Hearing Xiao Liu say this, Xiao Tang took the bottle and pretended to pour wine: "It's so expensive, I'm going to have a few more sips of this wine."
Jack, one of the few men in the administration department, said, "If the group hadn't spared no expense, I'd bet the people in the next room would have been drinking Feitian Moutai worth over 3,000 yuan. The wine here is so good, it must be that President Jiang has specially arranged this for someone else."
When the word "someone" was mentioned, everyone looked at Qiao Ruoying and laughed.
"That's right. Mr. Jiang must be worried that Queenie drank too much and woke up with a headache the next day."
Qiao Ruoying was teased by them and was in a state of confusion. She slammed her chopsticks lightly on the nanmu table and said in feigned anger:
"Come on, I can't even stop you from eating."
Everyone burst into laughter again.
The dinner was over and the KTV room was ready.
The employees of the administrative department arrived at the box and saw a disco ball spinning slowly in the dim and ambiguous box, reflecting red, blue and purple light, creating a blurry scene.
In the private room, everyone played games like Sanyuan, Rowing, Black and White, etc. If you lost, you had to drink.
Qiao Ruoying was unlucky and lost several times. Her goblet was filled with fruit wine again and again. She drank more and more, and her cheeks became more and more rosy, and her eyes were as lush as the Jiangnan region under the mist and rain.
Wang Zhi mustered up his courage and finally sat next to Qiao Ruoying.
The box was noisy and a light ball was spinning above their heads.
Not far away, Jack was holding a microphone and singing affectionately, "You smell like her perfume, it's my nose's fault~". The strong perfume smell in the box and the scent of other people's shampoo and cosmetics rushed into Wang Zhi's nose.
But in this overly mixed scent, he could accurately smell the scent that belonged to Qiao Ruoying alone. It was sweet and fragrant, and it made people feel itchy and panicky in their hearts.
His heart was beating like a drum.
Under the dim light, Qiao Ruoying seemed to be drunk, half leaning on the leather sofa, with the rubber band taken off and loosely wrapped around her wrist.
The girl's long, slightly curly hair was let down, reflecting a lustrous color under the light, which was very beautiful.
But when he glanced towards her, he saw a black coat hanging on her arm - it belonged to Jiang Zongye.
This dress seemed to be nakedly replacing the man's presence.
Wang Zhi was suddenly filled with depression.
He really is... being outshined in every way. Is there really no hope for him?
Although he knew that confession was not the clarion call to charge, but the victory's retreat, he still mustered up the courage to say everything he wanted to say to Qiao Ruoying at this moment.
"Xiao Qiao." He called her softly, his eyes moving to her slender hands pressed on the sofa.
The girl's fingertips were as white as a bunch of water onions. He wanted to hold her hand, but he was afraid of offending her, so he held back.
Qiao Ruoying slowly opened her eyes.
She has a low alcohol tolerance and is getting tipsy.
For a moment, she couldn't tell where she was. She blinked her hazy eyes, calmed down a little, and then realized that she was still in the KTV box.
"Xiao Qiao..." Wang Zhi called her again.
Noticing the hesitation in Wang Zhi's words, Qiao Ruoying was shocked. Was he going to take this opportunity to confess his feelings to her?
This thought drove away about 70% of the alcohol in her brain.
Before he could say anything to confess his feelings, Qiao Ruoying spoke politely:
"Wang Zhi, thank you for being my dance partner these past few months. Thank you for the bouquet of flowers you gave me. You don't have to give me any more in the future."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Wang Zhi's expression, with a hint of pity and guilt in her eyes.
Her impression of him was that of a shy and introverted rich second-generation man with a good personality, but he was timid and easily overthinking things.
"Xiao Qiao, I gave you flowers because I want...I want to pursue you." Wang Zhi finally said it.
Before he could say anything more to embarrass himself, Qiao Ruoying quickly interrupted him:
"I know, but...I'm not into boys like you. Sorry."
Although he had expected Qiao Ruoying to say this, Wang Zhi's eyes still flashed with embarrassment, and he murmured:
"Xiao Qiao, you think I'm terrible too, right?"
“…”
A flicker of surprise flashed in Qiao Ruoying's eyes. Why did being rejected by a girl lead him to think he was terrible? Had Wang Zhi lived in an environment where he had long been deprived of encouragement and praise from those around him?
"Not bad."
She spoke seriously, using the noisy and lively background music as a cover, and lowered her voice very low so that others would not hear and embarrass Wang Zhi.
She looked directly into Wang Zhi's eyes and said firmly, "I still remember when I was a junior assistant, I was in charge of ordering lunch for everyone. One day, one of the boxes of chicken and mushrooms was squashed in the lunch boxes for your design department. No one wanted to eat it. I was very embarrassed and thought I would have to argue with the boss to get a new one. But it was you who stepped up and took the initiative to eat the squashed lunch box. So you are pretty good, not bad at all."
"You have to have some confidence in yourself."
Such a small detail was just a piece of cake for him, but he didn't expect Qiao Ruoying to still remember it.
Wang Zhi was stunned for a moment.
Her gentle words were like a gentle rain, silently nourishing the river in his heart that had long since dried up. He almost wanted to cry in his heart and call out "Baby Xiao Qiao." Baby Xiao Qiao was really good. Even when she rejected him, she refused so firmly and gently.
Wang Zhi knew that his chances were over. Although he was sad, he was still encouraged by Qiao Ruoying's words.
Since Xiao Qiao thinks he is good, then he must be good, right?
Wang Zhi wanted to talk to her more, but more members of the department swarmed towards Qiao Ruoying, pulling her to take photos, making "V" signs, and clamoring to post the photos on their Moments.
Du Xinrong even pestered Qiao Ruoying, wanting to ask her about Jiang Zongye's gossip...
Gradually, the karaoke in other private rooms ended, but the room shared by the administration department and the design department was still noisy and lively, and the atmosphere lasted for a long time.
Jiang Zong also came out of the box and sat on the sofa in the living room, with his toes pointing towards the administrative department box.
Although he wanted to go into the box to see how Qiao Ruoying was doing, he also knew that if he went in, it would inevitably destroy the happy atmosphere between the two parties, so he waited outside.
Fortunately, April, the capable employee he specially assigned to Qiao Ruoying, was sending him messages and updating him on Yingying's status in real time.
"Queenie was offered a lot of drinks during the dinner. She was drunk but still pretended to be sober. This little girl. Smirk/smirk/smirk/"
"We're in a KTV room now. We're playing games, and the girl is a complete novice. We were asked to name a fruit during the "Sanyuan" game, and she actually said 'carrot'. Hahahahaha, is she really a rabbit? Snicker/snicker/snicker."
"Wang Zhigang's son from the glass factory, Wang Zhi, that rich second-generation guy, really sat down next to Queenie. When I saw him sit down, Queenie immediately sobered up."
Seeing this, Jiang Zong also replied: "Keep an eye on him."
"I heard it all. Wang Zhi wanted to confess his feelings, but Queenie clearly refused and told him not to send flowers anymore. She even comforted Wang Zhi. She's such a kind girl."
Seeing the "frontline battle report" sent back by April, Jiang Zong's lips curled up. As he expected, Xiaoying chose to confront the weak boy on the day when the annual meeting ended.
He treated Ge Yunfei as a love rival because Yingying was chasing her idol; but as for Wang Zhi, there was no need to do so.
Xiaoying was indeed kind-hearted, too kind, so kind that he had to repeatedly teach her how to arm herself, for fear that she would get hurt.
April: "The design department staff are toasting Queenie too. Looks like this little girl is going to be drunk tonight."
Are you drunk?
Jiang Zong also felt nervous, worried that she would have a headache when she woke up tomorrow.
Actually...he had rarely seen Yingying drunk, except for the night they first met, when they were still strangers to each other.
It seems that Yingying is really a novice when it comes to drinking.
Finally, in the administration department's KTV room, the disco ball dimmed. Employees emerged from the room, chatting and laughing. Jiang Zong also stood up and walked over to the room with his long legs.
He entered the private room and heard two female employees talking from a distance:
"So sweet! I was so full of the dog food from President Jiang and Minister Qiao at the annual meeting."
"That's right, President Jiang is still waiting for her to go home together."
Almost everyone in the box had left.
Only Wang Zhi was still waiting on the side, watching Qiao Ruoying rubbing her temples with her hands, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should go up and send her home.
When he saw Jiang Zongye push open the door, his tall and handsome figure cast a heavy shadow under the lamp, Wang Zhi felt sad for a moment, and then he thought of the men's black horn button coat that Qiao Ruoying held tightly in her arms.
No matter how slow Wang Zhi was, he could understand that the person Qiao Ruoying really liked was Jiang Zongye.
Since they are the ones Xiao Qiao likes, he still... silently blesses them in his heart, and at the same time draws a circle around himself with heartache.
On the sofa, Qiao Ruoying was supporting her head with her hands. April was watching over her and handed her a glass of mineral water.
Seeing Jiang Zong coming in, April and Wang Zhi tactfully withdrew.
"Well... I'm not drunk." Qiao Ruoying rubbed her temples, her voice becoming a little more unclear.
"You're already this drunk, and you still say you're not drunk?"
Jiang Zong also found it funny. He stretched out a hand, with the long knuckles clearly spread out, and waved it in front of her eyes, deliberately teasing her:
"Come on, Yingying, tell me, what is this?"
The drunk Xiaoying had a hazy pink blush all over her cheeks and neck, but her lychee eyes were clearly black and white, like two balls of black mercury lying in white mercury.
Jiang Zong also met her eyes. The black and white were clearly stained with a trace of out-of-focus, like the dew condensed on a camellia in the early morning. His breath was instantly choked.
"That's...five."
Qiao Ruoying saw a double image of the object in front of her, but as she looked at Jiang Zongye's shaking fingers, she still frowned and tried hard to identify it.
"Silly baby, this is a hand."
Jiang Zong also succeeded in "tease" the kitten. He picked her up in his arms and let her sit on his lap. He laughed wantonly and pinched her burning ears with his fingers, saying in a hoarse voice:
"Silly baby, if you ask what this is, you should answer it is your hand. If you ask what it is, you should answer it is a number."
“…”
Qiao Ruoying was already dizzy, and his "word game" made her even more dizzy. Her eyes almost turned into two mosquito coils. She leaned on his shoulder and muttered:
"You are bad, you are so bad, so bad."
In fact, the more she scolded him, the happier he became.
He simply held her under the arms and hugged her face to face like a child. The girl's two slender white legs hung obediently on both sides of his knees. He reached out and gently stroked her back.
At this moment, a trace of meanness welled up in his heart. If it were normal times, Qiao Ruoying would still be sober, and considering their broken relationship, how could she be willing to be hugged by him like this?
But at this moment, he was like a possessed man, holding the sweet and soft beauty in his arms, hugging the little cutie he had been thinking about day and night, and he didn't care about anything else.
Seeing her frowning face and curved eyebrows, the "bad guy" Jiang Zong also softened his voice:
"Baby, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"Woo... I feel dizzy." Qiao Ruoying let out a low moan like a cat crying.
"Let me rub it for you." His long fingernails were trimmed into smooth and round shapes without a trace of burrs. He gently reached into her hair, pressed on her temples, restrained the strength, and rubbed gently.
"You little greenhorn, you can't hold your liquor well, yet you drank so much. Be careful of getting a headache."
There was a hint of blame in the man's hoarse tone, and at the same time he was glad that the wine supplied to the administrative department's box was all expensive and good wine, otherwise she would have woken up with a hangover the next day and had a terrible headache.
"Is it too light or too heavy? Do you want it heavier?" he asked her.
"Gently, it hurt... just now." Qiao Ruoying answered instinctively.
It hurts. She is so delicate and everything hurts.
In the past, when he thrust harder, she would also moan "pain" in a soft voice, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, making people want to pity her but also want to ravage her more fiercely and make her cry even harder.
Jiang Zong also frowned slightly, dissatisfied with his wandering thoughts at the moment.
He massaged her for a long time until his fingertips were filled with the peach scent of her hair, sweet and crunchy, like biting into a juicy peach.
It's very late at night.
He gathered her black horn-buttoned coat back on and carried her out of the revolving door of the KTV like a child. Thin snowflakes fell like cotton wool and were brushed away by his long fingers when they landed on her shoulders.
The car drove steadily, its two headlights breaking through the dim night and heading towards the east of the city.
With Jiang Zongye's massage, Qiao Ruoying fell into a drunken sleep, but woke up soon. Her long eyelashes fluttered gently, and her hands were restlessly pushing down her coat, and she was shouting incoherently that she was hot.
Finally, she pulled the coat off. The fragrant aroma inside the car made one feel as if they were in a fresh jungle after the rain. Under the lemon-yellow light from the car, the girl peeled off her coat, revealing her jade-white shoulders. A thin silver suspender hung from it, leaving a trace of red marks.
Going down, there is a snow-white slender waist, like an inverted bracket, from waist to hip, the curve is as graceful and undulating as sand dunes, the buttocks are wrapped in soft denim, and underneath are white thighs, slightly red knees, and calves wrapped in loose-fitting brown boots.
Jiang Zongye's eyebrows jumped violently. He moved his long fingers to the car door and pressed the button. With a "click", the partition window in the car slowly fell down, dividing the Maybach into two independent spaces.
When the man spoke again, his voice was already heavily hoarse.
"Why are you wearing this outfit again?"
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The author has something to say: After drinking, Xiaoyingmao becomes even wilder [dog head][dog head] Brother Jiang, promise me that you won’t agree to all of Xiaoyingmao’s requests, okay? For example, if Xiaoyingmao asks you to help her take off her clothes [smirk][smirk]
Jiang Ge: If I don't agree, am I a fool? [Spreading hands]
Wow, the holidays are just around the corner! Congratulations to everyone on a wonderful eight-day holiday! I hope everyone has a great time, whether you're out or about, and have a blast! [pat head][pat head] I'll be sending you all some National Day red envelopes tonight~
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