moonlight lure

It wasn't until halfway through the banquet that Zhang Ming arrived late. He seemed to have rushed over from another dinner party, and he looked a little tipsy.

Song Shiwei had met him twice before. He was older than Ming Xu. Because of his background, he had more official aura and was calmer. He was the core figure in their group.

After taking his seat, he raised his glass and said: "For tonight's meal, I want to thank Ming Xu for joining Shengjing. You don't know how many times I've invited him."

He turned to look at Ming Xu with a smile, "Liu Bei has visited the thatched cottage three times. I am more sincere than Liu Bei, right? From now on, I will leave the research and development to you. I am most at ease."

"The second thing is to say clearly that today is my birthday. I found out too late that I didn't have time to prepare a big gift. Don't dislike it if you give me a little thought."

He raised his hand and put something on the table, pushing it in front of Mingxu.

Song Shiwei looked down and saw a Mercedes-Benz key.

The key is very new, probably just picked up a while ago. Zhang Ming usually drives a Bentley and Cayenne, so picking up a Mercedes-Benz is really not a big gift to him.

For others at the table, this was a climax of booing, but for Song Shiwei, it was embarrassing. She would be late, but she would never be absent.

She didn't even remember that today was Ming Xu's birthday.

The person next to you took the key, thanked you and drank the toast from the other person. Catching her gaze as he sat down, he smiled lightly and said nothing.

Song Shiwei couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. Then she thought that she was not here to congratulate him today, and her mood became even more complicated.

After Zhang Ming arrived, he looked more like today's protagonist than Ming Xu.

The atmosphere at the banquet was pushed to a new climax. Everyone took turns to toast each other. Song Shiwei had no choice but to drink too, and her fair cheeks slowly turned red.

Under the influence of alcohol, everyone's conversations became more and more open.

She didn't know if her preconceptions were too sensitive, but she vaguely felt that Zhang Ming's attitude seemed a bit cryptic when it came to mentioning the expansion of the pharmaceutical factory.

Song Shiwei silently looked around at the people on the table. She was not the only woman present, but she should be the only outsider in their small circle.

After drinking two glasses of red wine, she pretended to be too drunk, said hello to Ming Xu, then staggered up and left the table, leaning on the sofa behind the box with her forehead in hand.

The lively atmosphere at the wine table continued.

Chen Yue stood up and walked over, sat on Song Shiwei's chair, hooked Ming Xu's shoulder: "This cup is for Mr. Ming."

He was already sixty-seven points drunk, and he spoke slowly and awkwardly: "Congratulations to Mr. Ming, you are a double blessing in the workplace and in love."

Ming Xu looked calm: "Don't talk nonsense."

The other party clicked his tongue and said dissatisfied: "Why are you talking nonsense? People have come to celebrate your birthday, and you still don't understand the style?"

Someone on the side helped: "Mr. Ming, you should take the initiative when you should take the initiative. People have offered you olive branches, but you still don't dare to accept them?"

Chen Yue turned around and glanced at the person on the sofa, and saw that she had no reaction with her eyes closed, and gradually became more and more unscrupulous: "Listen to me, you will send her home later, and behave well tonight."

Everyone laughed tacitly after hearing this. Chen Yue was so excited under the catalysis of alcohol that he blurted out: "Try our new medicine by the way, hahaha..."

Song Shiwei's heart suddenly sank.

A young girl at the table, who looked like a college student, answered the question in a confused manner: "What kind of medicine is this?"

Sensing his slip of the tongue in the warning glances of the people around him, Chen Yue rubbed his head and smiled, imitating the little girl's accent and raised his eyebrows to make up for it: "Of course it's medicine for back pain. Doctor Ming works night shifts all year round, and his waist is very tired. Sorry, at such a critical moment, why don't we come together to show off our glory?"

There was another burst of laughter in the private room, and the topic became more and more distant, and the whole conversation was made without saying a word.

Song Shiwei rubbed her brows quietly and pursed her lips tightly. She used to feel that Ming Xu was not the same person as them. They are all bohemian second-generation rich men, and they are even more vegetarian in private. They are out of place among them in terms of their background and personality.

She had only seen them a few times and felt uncomfortable. How on earth had he endured it for so long?
After noisy for a while, Zhang Ming said calmly: "Okay, don't force others to make things difficult."

He turned to Mingxu and said, "I will introduce you to a suitable girl later. As a man, career is the most important thing, so start your career first."

Someone joked: "Hey, Mr. Zhang, are you starting to brainwash and squeeze me now?"

Zhang Ming glanced over and half-smiled instead: "You can't even manage your career but you still want to marry a girl? Isn't this just a daydream?"

"After you sort out things in the western suburbs, I will introduce you to a girl, an artist, with a face as good as yours."

He patted Mingxu on the shoulder and stood up, "There is another game next door to me, so go and have a look first. You will have a good time tonight and I will pay for it!"

Song Shiwei woke up from a daze amidst the constant "Thank you, boss".

She pretended to be uncomfortable and wanted to vomit, covered her mouth and left the box, hiding in the corridor waiting for Zhang Ming to come out. When she saw his assistant approaching him, he lowered his voice: "Mr. Huang is waiting for you."

Zhang Ming changed his pleasant expression in the box, said calmly, and strode out.

Song Shiwei lay behind the wall and watched him go away. After a moment, she followed him.

***
In the training hall of the city bureau, the battle between the two fighting parties was in full swing.

The two were about the same age and body type, and technically it was difficult to tell the winner. The only difference was that the one in black seemed to regard this drill as actual combat, and the non-stop attacks were so dense that the opponent could not resist them.

As his offensive became more and more fierce, the red side gradually lost ground and retreated, and finally raised his hand to signal a truce.

"I said, you are in a bad mood, why did you come to me to vent your anger?"

The man in red frowned and gasped. He picked up a bottle of water from the windowsill and threw it over. He said angrily: "There are sandbags over there. Next time you go to sandbag, don't mess with me!"

Ji Yanchen silently took the water, opened it and drank half of the bottle. He walked to the side and picked up the vibrating cell phone on the ground. He wiped the sweat from his face and said, "Hello?"

The voice on the other end of the receiver deliberately lowered his voice: "Brother Chen, um, that sister-in-law, she seems to be on a mission again."

Ji Yanchen was stunned when he heard this: "Who?"

The other party lowered his voice and said anxiously: "Prosecutor!!"

Ji Yanchen held his phone in silence for a moment, and his mind quickly flashed through Yuan Ye's team's tasks tonight and the schedule reminder on Song Shiwei's phone yesterday.

His eyes sharpened: "Send me the address."

After hanging up the phone, he quickly changed his clothes and left the training hall. The black off-road vehicle roared in the night and rushed to the hotel where he was located.

He opened the door and stepped out of the car. Before asking for the specific location, he spotted a tall, thin and handsome man in the parking space across the row. He helped an unconscious woman open the door and carefully placed her in the back seat. .

Mingxu leaned over to steady her limp body, and just as he was about to fasten her seat belt, a cold and cold voice suddenly sounded from behind him: "Excuse me."

He paused and turned around to look at the tall man who suddenly appeared behind him. He felt baffled, but he also became alert because of the male animal's innate keen sense of danger and attack.

The man looked at him expressionlessly, and his overly cold and compelling aura seemed to make the summer night around him suddenly drop a few degrees.

"I'll take her home."

The dog yelled: Tonight I want to take back everything that belongs to me! !!
The female goose is not the Virgin! ! She is just kind-hearted and nostalgic in nature, but she will never change her principles and use herself to save others when things happen! !
In addition, it is difficult to judge Dr. Ming’s gang of cunning friends based on the similarity of people, because Ming is essentially a cold-blooded profit-oriented person, and he does not regard them as friends in his heart. His feelings for the heroine are sincere, but he loves himself more.