Chapter 24: The Mark of the Flesh and Blood Flowing with Breath
He Shuxing didn't even stay for a second. He rolled his eyes at Luo Songjiang and walked towards the elevator.
Luo Songjiang was also afraid of losing face, "Let's go, let's go to the second half and continue to be happy!"
How could Song Li let him go? He grabbed the ashtray and threw it at him again. This time, they were not careful and the ashtray hit Luo Songjiang on the forehead!
"Ah!" Luo Songjiang screamed in pain, covering his forehead!
He Shuxing and his group must have heard it before they entered the elevator, but they didn't react at all and didn't even turn their heads!
Song Li's feet began to become unstable, but with the courage of alcohol, she could try again!
Du Zhanrong didn't expect that she would really hit him so hard. Was she drunk and crazy, or was this really an irreconcilable grudge?
"Song Li, are you sick?" Luo Songjiang pointed at her, "How dare you hit me?"
The person next to He Shuxing coughed in time, and the elevator door opened. They ignored the group of young people, went straight in, and disappeared into the lobby.
Luo Songjiang suddenly realized He Shuxing's attitude and the words he had just said.
The others were used to this circle, and Du Zhanrong was with Song Li, so they immediately understood that Luo Songjiang would not have the advantage tonight. His forehead injury was not serious, just slightly red and swollen.
"Forget it, let's continue having fun. Why bother with a drunkard and ruin our good mood?"
That group of people took Luo Songjiang away.
Song Li fell to the ground helplessly, breathing heavily, still feeling unwilling to give up!
Du Zhanrong was only a few steps away from her, but he didn't go forward. He didn't want to have any thoughts about this woman anymore...
Song Li's movements were clumsy. He wanted to get up but couldn't. It seemed that he had hit his old knee injury and was grimacing in pain.
Seeing this, the two young ladies at the front desk ran over and asked, "Sister Li, how are you?"
They had known each other before because of Song Youran, and they were also angry when they saw Luo Songjiang's arrogant and domineering behavior just now!
Song Li was helped to his feet and held onto the marble pillar beside him. "Thank you."
"Are you going back to your room or home? I see you're drunk..."
"Yeah, shall we call a taxi for you to go home?"
Song Li looked at the multiple clocks hanging on the wall at the front desk. He felt dizzy and dazed. It took him a long time to see the clock showing Beijing time. It was already eleven o'clock.
He Qian explained that he had a social event there until very late, and if he didn't receive a call from him at 11 o'clock, he probably wouldn't come back.
"Please call a designated driver for me, thank you. And then tell Manager He from Qiliang that I'm leaving first." Song Li maintained her proper demeanor. They were Youran's friends.
Song Li should be thankful that her cell phone and keys were in her pockets and her bag was still on the seat. After the meeting, He Lin and the others would help her take them back to the company, so she wouldn't have to say hello to Du Zhanrong. He probably didn't want to see her either.
Du Zhanrong was right behind her, watching her limp out of the lobby. The designated driver took her keys and drove the car to the parking space to pick her up.
Song Li stood in the wind, wrapped her coat tightly around her, her knees twitching like daggers, and she bent over in pain.
Du Zhanrong still couldn't resist the ripples in his heart. Her figure standing in the darkness seemed like a beam of light, attracting him... Standing next to her, he could smell her body fragrance and the smell of alcohol.
Song Li narrowed her eyes and carefully looked at the figure that appeared beside her, and then she saw clearly that it was Du Zhanrong. "You, your hand still hurts?"
The question caught Du Zhanrong off guard. Her voice was especially gentle and pleasant when she was drunk. Was she letting down her guard? Or was she trying to seduce him again?
"Thanks to you, the pain in my heart has covered up the pain in my hands!"
"Oh..." Song Li put his hands on his waist and tried to straighten up, but still staggered a few steps.
Du Zhanrong reached out and grabbed her shoulders. He knew very well how much she had drunk. No matter how good her alcohol tolerance was, she could not withstand the repeated attacks from his men.
"I'm sorry..." Song Li looked at him and said, "Oh no, I want to thank you, thank you..."
"Is Luo Songjiang one of your prey?"
A biting cold wind blew towards him, and the words related to "Luo Songjiang" poured into his body, making Song Li much more sober!
"You haven't had any successful blackmail targets, right? That's why you hate him so much!" Du Zhanrong laughed at himself. "Should I be glad that I wasn't the one whose ashtray was smashed tonight? I'm also one of your unsuccessful cases!"
Song Li gritted her teeth, her long hair already messed up, "Can you please stop mentioning that scumbag! If I run into him again, it won't be the ashtray!"
Du Zhanrong lifted her chin and asked, "What about me? How are you going to deal with me?"
"What's it to you!" Song Li was referring to Luo Songjiang bullying Song Youran.
Du Zhanrong would only think that she was distancing herself from him. "It's none of my business? Then why did you come to provoke me in the first place? Why did you pretend to take care of me and be responsible for me? No wonder you refused to work at Qihang several times. It turns out you approached me just to steal Chen's data!"
"He approached me just to steal Chen's data..." Song Li's mind was full of these words, "Yes, I am a thief, I am a thief... Where is the data I stole? Where did it go? Why didn't he even take a look at it..."
Du Zhanrong once again supported her as she was about to collapse, thinking that the "he" she was talking about was Yan Xu, "Why don't you ask me what happened to the guy named Yan?"
"Who?" Song Li's eyes were blurry, and his mind was confused for a moment. "Who? Who's surname is Yan?"
"Stop pretending, Song Li! Is it fun?"
Song Li smiled, "Are you asking me if life is interesting? Isn't it?"
Du Zhanrong suppressed his hidden anger. Why could she always turn the page so easily?
"I'm alive... I'm alive... Whether it's meaningful or not is not up to me, what should I do..."
So, how terrifying it is to have one's mind tamed! Song Li was clearly drunk, but deep in his heart, the mark of "He Qian" was still clearly engraved, a mark that would flow through his flesh and blood with his breathing.
The car came and stopped in front of them. The driver opened the window and asked, "Where are we going?"
Du Zhanrong saw that she was so drunk that she was about to hang on him. He couldn't let a stranger send her back alone, right?
As they thought of this, the lights of a car came closer and stopped in front of them. As soon as the sound of the handbrake was heard, the door of the driver's cab opened.
A man in a casual sweatshirt came down, trotted around the car, and "took over" Song Li from Du Zhanrong.
Du Zhanrong has been abroad for a long time and he doesn't know many people in Yuancheng. The man in front of him, who is about fifty years old, is dignified and steady. He drives a Phantom, so his identity must be extraordinary.
"Li'er, how much have you drunk?" Zhao Gengnian asked, his tone blaming him. "Li'er!"
"Who are you to her?" Du Zhanrong looked at the old man who was nearly fifty years old with some dissatisfaction.
"Are you still leaving?" the designated driver urged.
Zhao Gengnian pulled out his wallet, pulled out a few banknotes, and passed them to the designated driver. "It's Building 11, Area A, Ciyun Pavilion. Ask the security guard where the car is parked. Just leave the key with him. Thank you for your hard work."
The designated driver didn't want to waste time, so he took the money and drove away Song Li's car.
"Do you know each other?" Du Zhanrong saw that he knew Song Li's address, but was dissatisfied with his arrogance and pulled him back, "Do you think you can take her away?"
"Sorry, Mr. Du, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Zhao Gengnian, the owner of this hotel." He pointed to the tall building behind him. "I've known Song Li for more than ten years. She's so drunk tonight, I have to take her away. If you don't believe me, you can call He Qian or... any of the staff inside."
Du Zhanrong glanced at the big words flashing above the hotel’s fountain: “King’s World Hotel”. A five-star international hotel, and he was the owner?
Isn't Junlintianxia the Shu family's inheritance? When did it become the Zhao family's surname?
Wearing a sweatshirt and indoor cotton slippers in the middle of the night, over fifty years old, driving a car worth more than 10 million, he went to the hotel door to pick up a drunk woman?
"Mr. Zhao!" The concierge at the lobby door recognized his license plate and hurried over. "Do you need any help, Mr. Zhao?"
Zhao Gengnian had already helped the fast-falling Song Li into the car. "No need, go get busy!"
After someone confirmed this person's identity, Du Zhanrong couldn't tell whether he was jealous or resentful. Song Li, this woman, could actually hook up with so many people, not even letting a fifty-year-old man go! Who are you, Du Zhanrong? You're not even a passerby...
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