Airborne sweet wife: Jiaojiao mermaid, she explodes in the entertainment industry

Chapter 129 Come, Don't Get Drunk

"You're not Belle, who the hell are you?"

It's impossible for Belle to have this kind of energy, and it's impossible for her to become so ferocious.

"Why, you are not satisfied with me like this? I used to be a fool, thinking that the people here are as simple and easy to get along with as my family. Unfortunately, society teaches people to behave, and now I have learned not to kill others for myself!"

Belle blinked mischievously at Weiwei, and showed a terrifying yet gentle smile.

"Before relying on me to be stupid, you did not rob my resources less."

She stretched out her hand and touched Weiwei's face: "This face is well maintained, what if..."

Belle looked at the dart on the table, the tip of the dart shone coldly.

Realized that she was going to cut her face.

Weiwei's scalp felt numb, and her whole body trembled in fear.

"Belle, please let me go. I was wrong. I shouldn't have threatened you. I will immediately withdraw the report letter. I really won't lie to you."

"really?"

Belle's eyes lit up innocently.

"Really, I'll contact Punk Studios right away."

Weiwei nodded her head like a chicken pecking at rice.

She was so scared that she almost cried.

Belle like this is scarier than a ghost.

"OK then."

Belle let go of her grip and let her stand up.

Weiwei's waist ached from the pressure, she limped towards the computer desk, and opened the mailbox number to contact Punk Studio.

His eyes turned away from Belle and looked out of the window secretly.

The computer desk is very close to the window. There should be people walking outside at this time.

As long as she shouted for help, someone would definitely come up.

Weiwei's heart was pounding because of nervousness.

She deliberately delayed the movement of her hands in a panic, and slowly moved her toes towards the window.

Belle was looking at her, but the cell phone in her pocket suddenly rang.

It was Zhou Jing who called and urged her to hurry over.

"I still have something to do, I'll be here soon."

While Belle answered the phone.

Weiwei suddenly rushed to the window, shouting for help at the top of her voice.

However, she only opened her mouth and didn't say a word, and Belle grabbed her neck from behind and dragged her back.

Hopes for help were dashed.

Weiwei fell into despair, her eyes were red, and soon shed tears.

"Why can't you let me go!"

"Because you are disobedient."

Belle sat in front of the computer, followed Weiwei's mailbox and clicked out the report letter, and then typed a retraction letter based on the original email and sent it.

"Look, it's such a simple thing, why do you have to work so hard?"

Belle sent all the photos in Weiwei's phone to her own phone, and at the same time cleared the photos in Weiwei's phone with one click.

"Baby, I've saved your photo for you. If you need it someday, just send me an application. If I'm in a good mood, I'll give you one. By the way, don't you like writing report letters out of nothing? Then the application form will be Follow the format of the report letter."

Belle lowered her head to look at the photo brought by the guide, looked at it, suddenly covered her mouth, and looked at Wei Wei with strange eyes: "Oh my god, Wei Wei, I didn't expect you to still like to take this kind of photo."

Weiwei didn't have the strength to resist any more, she lay flat like a dead fish.

She regretted it now, regretted going to provoke Belle.

If there was no report letter, she would go to Mr. Li tomorrow to make a fortune with the photos.

But now there is nothing.

Instead, Belle took hold of her.

The photo that surprised Belle was Weiwei's selfie in front of the mirror, without clothes, which was specially used to send out to those nouveau riche with resources to catch them.

"Belle, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have framed you, please return the photo to me."

Seeing the wind, Wei Wei began to beg Belle in a low voice.

Belle returned Weiwei's cell phone to her: "I said before, I can't give it to you without an application, so start writing hard now, I won't play with you if I have something else to do."

Weiwei took the emptied phone, crying loudly.

……

It was already nine o'clock when Belle came to the tavern, which was the busiest time.

This tavern is relatively high-spirited. There is a singing stage near the bar, and there are resident singers to stir up the atmosphere.

When Belle went, the singer in trendy clothes was singing "Love To Die" heartbreakingly

The rumbling sound makes people's minds buzzing, and they need to yell close to their ears when speaking.

The lights in the tavern were half dim, illuminating the figures charmingly.

The smell of smoke mixed with alcohol creates an unreal world that is divorced from reality.

As soon as Belle entered the tavern, she encountered a lot of strike-ups.

She avoided it with a wooden face.

Yin Su probably got drunk, so she held a wine bottle and yelled along with the singer.

Roar's face was red and his neck was thick.

Zhou Jing was lying on the bar counter, staring straight at the little brother who was bartending, and almost put the words "want to take you home" on his face.

Belle walked over and patted her on the shoulder.

Zhou Jing turned his sticky gaze away from his little brother, and landed on Belle, complaining, "Why are you here now?"

"No way, the three little ones are too noisy."

Zhou Jing's blushing was not normal, and Belle asked, "How much wine have you drunk?"

"Five cups!"

The little brother who was bartending said.

"Hey, so you can talk!" Zhou Jing looked at his little brother with a smile.

The little brother shook his head helplessly, and said to Belle: "Your friend will collapse if you drink any more."

"Give her a drink instead."

Belle took away the wine glass from Zhou Jing's hand: "Sister Zhou, you can't drink any more."

"I want to drink, keep drinking!"

Zhou Jing felt a little hot, and tugged on his high collar.

Belle glanced at the red mark on her neck.

It's like... from a kiss.

"Sister Zhou, you..."

Zhou Jing had already closed his collar, and took the juice handed by his little brother unhappily.

"Hey, I only drink what you gave me!"

"Sister, please let go!"

Zhou Jing touched the little brother's hand on the juice glass presumptuously, and only let go after taking advantage of it.

"Hands are quite slippery, soaked in wine?"

Belle never expected that Zhou Jing, who had drunk too much wine, would act so boldly.

The little brother was probably afraid that Zhou Jing would attack him again, so he withdrew his hand and left.

When he turned around, he secretly glanced at Belle from the corner of his eyes, obviously he liked Belle's style.

"Sister Zhou, have you encountered something unhappy?"

"What's the matter, I'm very happy, isn't it just a bad start? At worst, I'll accept a small advertisement for you. I don't believe you won't be popular with your ability. It's all because of Huo Sihan, a dog man, and his dog assistant. , Men are all beautiful women, and they will only affect the speed of our sword drawing!"

Belle was a little puzzled, it was fine to scold Huo Sihan well, but why did she scold Wen Cheng along with it.

It seems that they have nothing to do with each other.

"The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. The upper beam is not a thing, and the lower beam is also a dog thing."

The more Zhou Jing scolded, the more excited he became, and finally he slapped the table with fire in his eyes: "It's not a good thing."

"Come on, babes, come and dance, we will not get drunk tonight!"

The singer bounced and waved.

Zhou Jing also waved, smiling like a flower.

Belle tugged at the corner of her clothes: "Sister Zhou, let's go home, it's getting late."

She was afraid that Zhou Jing would be drunk for a while and she and Yin Su wouldn't be able to lift up.

"Why do you go back, don't go back!"

(End of this chapter)