Chapter 327 Moving into her house
Kong Wange frowned: "Anjing, do you have any professional lawyers familiar with this area? I would like to ask you to help me see how much compensation she would have to pay if she wanted to terminate the contract. After all, she is my sister, and I can't let her stay and suffer losses."
"Don't worry, Xiaogege. Send me Wen Yue's financial contract later, and I'll have our company's lawyer take a look and then let you know the result."
Kong Wange said, "Okay, but Wen Yue might be reluctant to terminate the contract because of money. I'll talk to her again once my uncle's leg is better, and I'll send you the contract after I get it."
"Okay, I'll wait for your message. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now. They're still waiting for me."
"Okay, have fun." After saying that, Kong Wange added, "Be quiet, as a girl, try not to drink too much when you're out having dinner."
"Hey, don't worry, little Gege, do you think I'm Murong Ting? I'm a very good drinker, I won't drink too much~."
"Okay then."
"Relax, relax, I'm hanging up."
After hanging up the phone, An Jing returned to the private room.
Besides the promotional video team, we also invited quite a few young people to the dinner party today.
Light and Shadow has been losing money all year, but it's rare that a project has done well, bringing in several more jobs for the company, which makes everyone quite happy.
As the company's CEO, An Jing is usually very approachable, so naturally, a lot of people come up to toast her.
Anjing is a good drinker, and seeing everyone in a good mood, she also got a little tipsy and accepted every toast offered by everyone.
Even the best drinker can't stand mixing red and white drinks, and by the end, Anjing felt like she was seeing double.
The party went on until 11 o'clock, and everyone was preparing to go to a KTV to continue the fun. The quiet was really unbearable, so they made excuses and said they wanted to go home.
But she was so drunk that a lot of people were worried about her walking alone.
At this moment, Meng Ke stepped forward and said, "I'll take the boss home. I'm not feeling well either, so I won't go to the next show."
"Okay, Meng Ke, let us know in the group chat after you've safely delivered the person," the head of the photography department instructed Meng Ke.
"Don't worry, I'll definitely deliver it safely," Meng Ke assured him, patting his chest.
The group dispersed in a large group, and Meng Ke put his arm around An Jing and walked out.
An Jing was really drunk; she was staggering as she walked and grabbed Meng Ke, wanting to continue drinking.
Meng Ke coaxed An Jing while pulling her into the car.
The driver in the front seat asked, "Where are you going, young man?"
Meng Ke hesitated for a moment, but still gave An Jing's address.
After all, he was the company boss. Although he was eager to get into Anjing's bed, he didn't dare to be too blatant.
Once we get to Anjing's house, and she goes inside with me, it'll be the same thing—we'll have made it a fait accompli.
Meng Ke had a clever plan. On the way, he deliberately let An Jing lean on his chest, but An Jing slapped him across the face.
With a "smack," a red mark appeared on Meng Ke's left cheek.
After beating her up, An Jing wasn't satisfied and wanted to go again, but Meng Ke, whose face was pale and flushed, stopped her: "Alright, President An, stop fooling around, we're almost home."
"Who are you? Why are you in my car?" An Jing asked ruthlessly, her eyes glazed over.
Meng Ke felt a headache coming on: "I'm Xiao Meng, doesn't President An recognize me?"
"Xiao Meng? Who is Xiao Meng? Let me go! Are you a kidnapper? Get off the bus! I want to get off!"
Seeing the driver in front of him turn around with a frown and look at him suspiciously, Meng Ke was at his wit's end: "Um... our company boss has had too much to drink, please forgive him."
After this explanation, the older man's expression finally softened a bit: "Hey young man, keep an eye on your boss, make sure she doesn't throw up in the car."
"Okay, okay, don't worry," Meng Ke assured him repeatedly.
Fortunately, the second half of the competition was much quieter and more well-behaved, which relieved Meng Ke.
After a long and difficult drive, the car finally arrived at Tianyue Huafu. Meng Ke helped the swaying An Jing out of the car.
"Mr. An, which building do you live in?"
Tianyue Huafu is a villa area, consisting of individual small villas. Meng Ke had never been here before, and since it was dark, he couldn't tell which place was which at all.
"That...that building...are your eyes not working properly?" Anjing pointed to the small building not far away.
Meng Ke inwardly groaned. If he had known that An Jing would be so troublesome when drunk, he would never have taken this arduous task.
But then he thought that the chance to get close to Miss An was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he could only grit his teeth and help her walk towards the small villa.
A moment later, he walked to the door: "Mr. An, what's the password?"
"Password? What password? I don't know the password!" Anjing pushed him aside and staggered toward the door.
Meng Ke rushed forward to stop her, but the door was suddenly opened at that moment.
A man stood at the door, and Anjing rushed straight into his arms.
He took the opportunity to hug Anjing and put his arm around her.
Time seemed to stand still. An Jing was stunned, staring blankly at the man before her, her eyes unfocused as she murmured, "Teacher Luo... what are you doing here?"
Leng Yanluo glanced at her, said nothing, raised his head, and looked coldly at Meng Ke in front of the door.
Meng Ke was startled by Leng Yanluo's sinister mask at first glance. After a moment, he immediately exclaimed, "You... what is your relationship with President An? What are you doing at President An's house?!"
Leng Yanluo didn't answer his question at all, but only frowned and asked, "Why did you all come back together?"
Meng Ke sneered: "Of course, it was President An who asked me to come back with her. You're not some gigolo that President An is keeping but is too ashamed to show your face, are you? Let me tell you, President An specifically asked me to accompany her tonight. You can get lost!"
"She specifically asked you to accompany her?" Leng Yanluo exuded a chilling aura.
Meng Ke felt inexplicably guilty, but still forced himself to say, "That's right, what are you still standing there for? Give me President An now and get out of here!"
As he spoke, he reached out to snatch An Jing from Leng Yanluo's arms.
Unexpectedly, the next second, a gust of wind brushed past his cheek, and then there was a "smack" sound as Meng Ke was punched in the right cheek.
The surroundings became completely quiet.
An Jing was still in Leng Yanluo's arms, lost in thought, when she saw this scene and was immediately stunned.
She stared blankly at Meng Ke, who was covering his face and wailing, and suddenly laughed: "I slapped your right cheek and you slapped your left cheek, that's perfect now, it's symmetrical."
Leng Yanluo glanced at An Jing without saying a word. Then, he grabbed Meng Ke by the collar and slammed him against the wall.
Meng Ke gasped for breath, terrified by Leng Yanluo's cold mask and aura, his lips trembling as he couldn't utter a word.
Leng Yanluo looked at him and asked in a cold voice, "You like her?"
Meng Ke trembled and could not make a sound.
Leng Yanluo leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "From now on, take a detour when you see her. If I see you clinging to her again, it won't just be a punch, understand?"
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