Although Chen Kong knew that the other party could only see a vague silhouette of him at most from the angle he was sitting at, he still couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.
He withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes and took a sip of the wine in the glass.
The rippling scarlet liquid reflected a shimmering light under the light, and was reflected in his eyes.
The noisy clinking of cups and the loud laughter around him seemed to surround him like smoke, blocking his mouth, nose and eyes like cotton, bringing about a strange feeling of haziness and drowsiness.
Shen Kong was startled and suddenly realized something.
This body seems... not very good at drinking?
He really didn't drink much. He just drank half a glass of wine reluctantly during the first few rounds of toasts. Besides, he had a physique that could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. He had also received professional training. He had always been the one to get others drunk at the table. How could he have ever felt dizzy after drinking just two sips? Even Cheng Chen's body can drink alcohol, but who would have thought that this actor who has been in the entertainment industry for so long would get drunk after just one glass!
Shen Kong raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, then looked up at the place where Han Li had just sat and found that the seat was empty.
He couldn't help but frown.
I didn't expect that Han Li left just after I was distracted for a short while. His current level has deteriorated too much after drinking.
——But actually it’s better to leave. After all, there will always be opportunities later, which is much better than encountering it in my current state.
Shen Kong shook his head, trying to sober himself up, then stood up without disturbing others and quietly walked out of the box.
He found the bathroom with a little dizziness on his feet and turned on the faucet.
The clear water rushed against the white pool, and the cold broken water droplets splashed onto the back of the hand pressed beside the sink, bringing a hint of coolness.
He lowered his head, scooped up the water, and simply and roughly splashed it on his face twice.
The cold water quickly took away the temperature on his skin. Chen Kong blinked his wet eyelashes and felt his mind instantly clear. He smoothed his wet hair, took out two tissues to dry his hands, then turned and walked out.
The corridor was very quiet, with a slightly cool breeze coming from the end of the corridor. Chen Kong couldn't help but stop for a moment.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, letting the breeze take away all the turbid air in the closed and stuffy space.
Just as he was lost in thought, the door at the end of the corridor was suddenly opened, and a tall figure came in with a cold aura. The man raised his eyes and looked forward, his eyes as bright as cold stars just met Chen Kong's gaze, and the moment their eyes met, both of them couldn't help but be stunned for a long while.
Han Li... ?
Shen Kong's mind turned quickly, and a harmless smile of Meng Mingxuan was put on his face, and he greeted him with some fear:
"Hello, Mr. Han."
Han Li's eyes stayed on him for a moment, he said "hmm" lightly, and then walked over with his cane.
Chen Kong lowered his eyes, hiding the deep darkness in his eyes, and pursed his lips slightly, trying to reduce his presence——
You know, Meng Mingxuan's body really can't tolerate alcohol, and his brain is still dominated by alcohol. This is not a good time to chat with the target of the mission.
The distance between Han Li and him gradually shortened, and when the two were about to pass each other, he suddenly stopped.
His gaze rested on the charming little star in front of him, taking in her wet eyelashes, forehead hair, and cheekbones that were still a little flushed.
For some reason, Han Li felt a little irritated. He retracted his gaze and asked in a deep voice, "Why don't you go in?"
Shen Kong hesitated for a moment, but still answered:
"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Han. I just feel a little dizzy and came out to sober up."
Han Li looked at him with his eyes downcast, not knowing whether he was happy or angry. A strange and sticky atmosphere spread between the two of them, making people feel suffocated.
After meeting Meng Mingxuan that day, Han Li sent people to investigate all the details of this little star, from his struggles since entering the entertainment industry to his unscrupulous means to climb up, and then to...his so-called younger brother secretly sent people to find and hire him, and then arranged for him to audition for "Guiyuan Tower".
Han Li's fingers gently stroked the top of the cane, and the feeling of irritation in his heart became more and more obvious.
It was as if there was a ferocious beast locked in my heart, rushing left and right, roaring with anger and desire for destruction in my chest.
He didn't know how Han Zizhuo knew the type he was looking for, but he had to admit that his choice this time did catch his attention.
The original spark of expectation was once again suppressed into the cold ashes of despair, making him feel particularly... angry.
If it were according to Han Li's usual style and habits, he would first act according to Han Zizhuo's plan to let the other party relax their vigilance, release some real news to paralyze the other party, and then the spy arranged beside him would become his mouthpiece and chess piece that he could control, and Han Zizhuo's spy would become his puppet. This was a piece of cake for him.
After all, supporting a little star is nothing for a man of his status. Instead, it is his previous indifference and abstention in his private life that is more difficult to accept.
It can also prevent those people from racking their brains to send people to his bed, which is simply killing two birds with one stone.
However, for some reason, there was always some strange emotion in his heart that made him unable to tolerate the next step - perhaps it was the anger towards the defective products, or perhaps it was the disgust towards himself, or perhaps it was... the glimmer of hope that still existed in his heart.
So he did nothing.
Han Li knew all of Pei Xiuran's little moves, whether it was him looking for Meng Mingxuan to act together or the marketing methods he deliberately created on Weibo later.
After so many years of getting along, Han Li knows Pei Xiuran's temperament very well. All of this man's paranoia and talent are based on extreme selfishness. He doesn't care about the harm suffered by people around him, but simply pursues the realization of his own values. The success of his past career is not only based on his superb directing skills, but also on his talent for using public opinion to create traffic and heat.
In this vigorous online marketing campaign, Meng Mingxuan, who had no background or qualifications, was the only one who was swallowed up.
Han Li did not stop it, but just watched coldly.
The silence between the two of them lasted for too long, so long that the alcohol that Chen Kong had just suppressed with cold water began to rise again, making him feel a little dizzy, as if everything began to jump up and down in double vision.
Chen Kong blinked hard, realizing that he had to make a quick decision.
So he decisively broke the silence, trying his best to remain rational and said:
"Um, Mr. Han, aren't you going back?"
Han Li gave him a final deep look, then replied, "Well, let's go together."
After saying that, he turned and walked forward. Shen Kong secretly breathed a sigh of relief and followed Han Li. However, he had only taken two steps when the dizziness brought on by the alcohol quickly and irresistibly attacked his brain. He tripped over his left foot and lost his balance, falling forward.
Half a minute later, Shen Kong finally regained some sense from his chaotic state. He found himself in Han Li's arms, with his two strong arms supporting his waist and back. His nose was filled with the light sandalwood scent of Han Li. Shen Kong reached out to support Han Li's arm, supported the wall with one hand, and stood up from Han Li's arms:
"……Feel sorry."
Han Li calmly withdrew his arm, then raised his eyes to look at Chen Kong.
The corners of the other person's eyes were tinged with light red, and his amber cat-like eyes were shimmering. He looked nothing like the person in his memory.
Han Li subconsciously turned his eyes away, and the feeling of irritation in his heart became even deeper.
Not only did Meng Mingxuan follow him out of the dinner party to create an encounter, he also threw himself into his arms - this was really unscrupulous.
His dark eyes were filled with cold sarcasm, and he raised his lips slightly, revealing a smile:
"Do you really want to follow me?"
The fall just now made the alcohol even more potent. This feeling, which had not appeared since adulthood, was extremely unfamiliar to Shen Kong. It was as if his brain was stirred into paste, and his head was filled with the roar from the outside world, making it impossible for him to concentrate.
Chen Kong held his dizzy forehead with one hand and leaned on the wall beside him with the other. It took him a long time to finally understand Han Li's question, but his dull nerves made it impossible for him to figure out the deep meaning of it:
"……What?"
Han Li tapped the top of his cane with his finger, his expression cold and frivolous: "Why are you pretending not to understand now?"
He took a step forward, and the distance between them quickly narrowed. He pinched Shen Kong's chin with his cold fingers, and gently stroked his hot and delicate skin with his thumb. He lowered his head slightly, his breath was warm, his eyes were deep, and his voice was low and lingering: "Do you want to follow me?"
Since Han Zizhuo handed his spies, mouthpieces and leverage to him, why should he refuse?
Han Li subconsciously ignored the restlessness and boredom running through his heart, with a cold and sinister look in his eyes.
Shen Kong blinked, and suddenly realized: "Oh! Support, right?"
Han Li: “…”
Shen Kong held Han Li's hand: "Okay!"
Han Li: “…”
? ? ?
Chen Kong raised his hand and hooked it around Han Li's neck like a brother, pressing his heavy body onto him: "So I can enjoy all the benefits of being kept as a mistress as mentioned on the Internet, right?"
Han Li felt his mind was confused. He pursed his lips and said, "Should?"
Shen Kong thought seriously for a minute, then looked up at Han Li and said clearly: "I don't think I can drink anymore."
After saying that, he let go of Han Li, turned around, ran to the bathroom, and vomited.
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