The old man picked up the wine glass, sighed, and gestured to Bi Yue.
Bi Yue picked up the teacup and nodded slightly:
"Tea instead of wine, please forgive me."
…
This is the culture of Chinese drinking parties. A drinking session can last three to five hours. If ten out of a hundred sentences said are serious and useful, it is considered efficient.
It is called emotional communication.
But for communication, even if it is purposeful, you have to immerse yourself in it to have some fun.
It was hard for Bi Yue, a pregnant woman, not to drink at all. She watched the gentlemen at the table drinking louder and louder, talking about who they had met recently. She had to raise her glass from time to time and say some flattering words that she thought were corny and useless.
Strangely enough, drunk people really love to hear this.
After Bi Yue and Tang Aihua agreed on the time for their next meeting and discussed some other matters regarding the project, she began to play the role of a smiling messenger.
You have to accompany them, to make friends and get to know them, because later you will have to pay the bill and be the one who gets taken advantage of.
In addition, she couldn't help but follow Wang Jianan with her eyes, as if she was guarding him.
I was afraid that something might happen to Wang Jianan when he went to the bathroom.
As the saying goes, cheating is not a big deal, but being caught is scary.
Bi Yue smiled and occasionally daydreamed about:
If she hadn't encountered him just now, but Wang Jianan had, or if something unexpected had happened, they would have fought tooth and nail...
This circle is really small, and things spread at the speed of light.
It's over. This honest brother-in-law's marriage is ruined. If there's another explosion tomorrow, even if he's not at fault, he won't be able to stay in Kyoto.
…
When paying the bill, Bi Yue asked the waiter: "When did 303 pay the bill?"
The waiter was confused: "The guest in 303 hasn't paid yet."
"No, those two people before..."
"Oh, ma'am, you mean Mr. Chu?"
Bi Yue quickly turned around and looked at Wang Jianan who was seeing off the guests at the door.
"And you?"
"I'm her sister-in-law."
The waiter not only breathed a sigh of relief, but also said something, thinking he would pay for the other party:
"He left two and a half hours ago. Mr. Chu has also inquired about your private room."
…
The red Xiali shuttles through the neon lights in the streets and alleys.
Bi Yue felt very complicated.
It was so complicated that when I was driving Wang Jianan home, I looked at the drunk man in the rearview mirror and felt inexplicably uneasy for Wang Jianan.
It was so complicated that she couldn't explain what she felt when she heard Wang Jianan's drunken ramblings:
"Sister-in-law, the county magistrate is not as good as the current one. You can't offend these people. Haha, but I only have this much ability. The people I called are all small directors and department heads, who are about the same level as me."
It was so complicated that she looked at Allen Chu, who was squatting in front of her to wash her feet, and swallowed her lips: “Your family has produced a dishonest person.”
She thought: Maybe, Chu Yiqing could make the bombshell herself and it would explode.
That's called God opening his eyes.
I just don’t know whether the explosion that day was a good thing or a bad thing for that honest brother-in-law.
…
Wang Jianan staggered into the house reeking of alcohol.
He forgot that he was still angry with Chu Yiqing yesterday. With a smile on his face, he approached Chu Yiqing and sniffed: "You drank it too? Well, it's not easy for a wife to earn money."
After he finished speaking, Chu Yiqing hadn't reacted yet, and his heart softened completely.
Without waiting for anyone to answer, he put his arms around Chu Yiqing from behind and looked at their appearance in the mirror with a smile on his face. No matter how he looked at them, he felt that they were a perfect match.
After reading it, he snatched the glass bottle from Chu Yiqing's hand:
"Isn't this the oil you use to clean your feet and my face? You've drunk it like a fool, hehe."
Chu Yiqing's dazed state was interrupted, and he quickly lowered his head and said, "Ah, I got the wrong one."
"Come here, it doesn't matter if you take the wrong one. I'll clean it for you. Look at my wife's face, it's as tender as egg white. No wonder she's called Xiaoqing."
He touched and rubbed Chu Yiqing's face with his fingers, and finally Wang Jianan just started licking it.
When his lips were about to be blocked, Chu Yiqing hurriedly asked vaguely:
"Where did you drink it? What's the room number?"
"Zhaolong, 323."
“Hmm…”
This time, Chu Yiqing let Wang Jianan do whatever he wanted to her, and even cooperated by hugging her back.
And another family...
The thin Li Chunlan stood at the door of her daughter's room, looking at Wang Haiyang's back.
Haha, he is a policeman, but he didn’t know that she was staring at him for as long as he was looking at the night outside.
He must be thinking about that woman again.
Didn't we just meet? Are you missing her again?
Wang Haiyang, you never let me down after following me time and time again.
Do you think that no matter how you hurt me, I can survive for the sake of my daughter?
Li Chunlan had a faint smile on her face, but tears streamed down her face as she turned around.
There was a shadow in his heart, and her ten years of companionship were just a name.
She even persuaded herself that only if her daughter had a capable father could she change her life and that she should bow to life.
But child, I’m sorry.
Time and time again, they met twenty-seven times in half a year, and there was also a time when she didn't notice it. She couldn't swallow this.
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