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Mr. Qian hummed lightly and nodded to them: "Come and sit."

Lu Zhifeng responded quickly and pushed Shi Rong over: "Mr. Qian, I'm really sorry. Rong Rong's leg is injured. Let her sit in a wheelchair, right?"

From the tone of his voice, he seems to be familiar with following Qian.

Mr. Qian smiled: "I know."

So they each sat down.

At first everything was normal.

Shi Rong held the tea cup and listened to Mr. Qian talking with a few friends, with Lu Zhifeng's jokes mixed in, and the atmosphere was quite lively.

Occasionally Mr. Qian's friends would greet Shi Rong and let her drink tea and eat something.

It wasn't until Shi Rong finished his second cup of tea and was so bored that he couldn't help but take out his mobile phone to play, that Mr. Qian proposed to sign the contract.

Shi Rong was suddenly shocked.

Once you sign the contract, you're good to go.

She wants to go to the bathroom.

However, things did not go as smoothly as she imagined.

Along with the two contracts, there was a box of wine.

The tea was removed and a table of dishes was soon replaced.

Shi Rong looked at the wine glass in front of him, turned sideways and whispered to Lu Zhifeng, "Brother Feng, what does this mean? I don't know how to drink."

In fact, she can drink.

But she only wants to drink with the people she likes.

For example, the mother and brother of the Leng family, Huo Yijun, Lizi, Wei Ziyi and the others.

Definitely not including the few bosses from the management in front of her who she didn't know at all. "It's their habit to drink and talk about things. Just deal with it." Lu Zhifeng lowered his voice, "Don't worry, it's okay. I'm here."

Shi Rong was noncommittal and quietly watched Mr. Qian and several friends opposite him toasting each other with wine glasses.

It was Lu Zhifeng's turn. He immediately picked up the wine glass and stood up. He even bowed slightly and said compliments with a smile on his face.

The beautiful words made Mr. Qian feel happy and the smile on his face became a little brighter. Then he turned his attention to Shi Rong, as if waiting for her to toast.

The smell of wine, meat and manliness that gradually filled the room made Shi Rong feel slightly uncomfortable.

She sat without moving, crossed the glass, and picked up the tea cup with a slight smile: "I am not as big as the bosses and Brother Feng, so I will drink tea instead of wine today. I wish everyone good health and a strong future."

The room was silent for a moment.

The expressions of several bosses from the capital management were not so good.

Lu Zhifeng winked at Shi Rong and quietly pulled down her skirt under the table: "Rong Rong, you can't talk like that."

Really, you are such an adult, how come you don’t have any eyesight?

This is not at the birthday party of my elders.

Lu Zhifeng regretted not telling her earlier.

Shi Rong glanced at him: "Brother Feng, what should I say?"

"Miss Shi is young, so it doesn't matter what she says." Mr. Qian said with a smile, "However, you will still be punished for saying the wrong thing. Why don't you punish yourself with three drinks?"

"I'm allergic to alcohol and can't drink."

"Allergies are not a big deal." Another man leaned back in his chair, squinting his eyes and smiling lazily, "My little sister is quite proud. She wants resources and won't even drink a few glasses of wine. It’s a little naive.”

Shi Rong smiled and said, "Allergies can kill people."

"Don't worry, my place is close to the hospital. If you are really allergic, I will take you directly to the emergency room." The man raised his eyebrows, scanned Shi Rong's face back and forth, and smiled at Mr. Qian, " Old Qian, you have good taste. This girl looks quite decent when she dresses up. She looks better than she does on TV. That’s it. One thing is bad, she doesn’t know the rules.”