Hou Taotao frowned. "I'll make a call to Lao Qi."
The phone rang for a long time but no one answered, so Hou Taotao called Zhang Xiaomeng again.
Zhang Xiaomeng was maintaining the plane and didn't know what Yu Muqi was doing.
When the secretary called, she was immediately startled when she saw Hou Taotao's number.
"Hey! Tao, Brother Tao."
"Where is your Seventh Master?"
The assistant glanced at Master Yu, who was having a great time in the private room, swallowed hard, and said, "He's...he's out!"
Seventh Master said that no matter who asks, Q should say he doesn't know.
Hou Taotao squinted, "You don't know where they went?"
The assistant glanced into the private room and saw a beautiful woman with bright red lips sitting in Seventh Master's lap, feeding him wine mouth-to-mouth!
"Seventh Master didn't...didn't say anything, *gulp*!"
The assistant broke out in a cold sweat.
Hou Taotao hung up the phone.
Where are they?
Hou Taotao pulled out a chair and sat down. "I guess there's something going on at the club, so you don't need to worry about it."
Geng Qiusheng glanced at Hou Taotao but didn't say anything.
There's only one possibility that Lao Jiu hasn't arrived yet: he probably spent the night with some woman and couldn't get back to work.
Old Ten looked at the helm. "They're not coming. Can we eat now? The meat he put in is going to get tough if we keep cooking it!"
Zhao Xiaoyue picked up a piece with her chopsticks, and Lao Shi immediately started eating. The tender beef was so delicious, and there was also crispy tripe.
Since Master Pu passed away, Hou Taotao and Chen Jinghuai have hardly touched alcohol or meat.
Today can be considered the lifting of the lockdown!
The atmosphere at the dinner table was harmonious, with everyone chatting and laughing. Old Ten was the one who ate the most happily.
This scene is unfolding in the VIP room of Huarong Port City.
Yu Muqi had a beautiful woman on his left arm and was drinking directly from a bottle of liquor in his right hand.
A dozen or twenty rich kids from Shanghai were sitting on the sofa, clapping, whistling, and even banging on the table.
The hostesses beside them filled the glasses with wine and held them to the lips of these young men.
Some fed him directly to his mouth, some used their pectoral muscles to hold him in place, and some were disheveled, with everything showing.
They're playing really fancy games!
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