The rich president let me go: fall in love with you after drunk

Chapter 7
"It's brother..." Xing Zijing pulled Ning Xia and stopped suddenly at the door of a box.Xing Zijing's face was slightly flushed, and Ningxia hadn't seen that kind of childlike attitude for many years.

The word 'brother' has many meanings in many places, and naturally has different meanings in different populations.Ningxia still remembers the "brother" Xing Zijing said, and it occupied most of Xing Zijing's beautiful youth.

Being pushed three steps and making two steps, Ning Xia could feel Xing Zijing's eagerness to let her meet that 'brother'.After all, only she used to enjoy those whispers between children.

Although Fengming Restaurant is called a restaurant, it is many times bigger than the restaurant with private dishes, and the grade does not need to be clarified.This is one of the few times the company has received the "big red envelope" from the head office, and everyone's work is really hard, so Mr. Liu dared to bleed a lot. Otherwise, how could such a place be where their unit dinners, leaders' rewards, etc. can come of.

Needless to say, the room number of the innermost box on this floor is so auspicious that it couldn't be more auspicious.Pushed violently into the box by Lu Xing Zijing, Ning Xia hadn't recovered yet, her feet had no roots, and she almost fell to the ground when she lost her footing.

Apart from Xing Zijing's sudden exertion, what made Ning Xia want to cry were two blood blisters on her little toe.In fact, every step is a torment. If it is not afraid of spoiling the interest of old friends, what Ningxia wants to do most is to meditate in place.

He raised his head in embarrassment and looked around. It seemed that the food in this box had not been served for a long time, and the table had not been moved much.The box is not small, but there are not many men and women, but it's just that the couples are well matched, and they are sitting loosely, making the huge box look a bit deserted.Fortunately, the lights are warm, as if the lights are circulating.

"Xia Xia, don't get excited."

Xing Zijing didn't know why, she just joked and listened to her ears, but Ningxia's heart was already full of emotions.

"Little Zijing, who is this, ex-boyfriend?" The playful male voice raised a high voice, Ning Xia couldn't help but feel embarrassed, she retracted the eyes she just let out, and smiled in bewilderment.

"Brother Qiao, you, how can you do this! You are not allowed to say that about my friend!"

Xing Zijing's voice was full of accusations, and she even gave the speaker a gouging look, but the accusations were full of girls acting like a baby, and she pretended to be angry when she heard it.

Ning Xia chuckled, looked at Xing Zijing and then at the 'Brother Qiao' who was talking, apparently he didn't take this joke to heart.

Ning Xia understands that Xing Zijing is also familiar with this group of people, otherwise she wouldn't be able to speak so casually.Unexpectedly, the seasoning effect of these words is very good, and the woman's charming smile and the man's laughter burst out.

Ning Xia looked up at the 'Qiao Mou' who had a good vision, but was caught by others inadvertently in advance.

Ningxia still believes in the matter of aura, but everything under the spotlight on the magazine has been modified. In reality, there are very few people with a strong aura.Now someone's aura is so strong that you can't help but stop for a moment when you look at the past, that means...

Leaning leaning against the large court noble chair, he looks extremely lazy but exudes a dignified aura from him all the time.Just wrapped his arms around the waist of the female companion beside him, with indifferent eyebrows and eyes, he glanced towards him.

Ning Xia suddenly felt that his heartbeat was forced to stop by the man's gaze, and then took a small step back.After being glanced at coldly, Ning Xia felt his loss of composure. He quickly collected his emotions and gave him a stiff smile.

"Brother Cheng, this is Ningxia, the little Xiaxia I told you about."

Ning Xia was in a daze, Xing Zijing had already pushed her forward, to the back of the seat, the man on the seat had already got up, smiled at her friendly, and extended his hand politely.

"Hello, Miss Ning, Bai Yicheng."

"Oh, hello, Mr. Bai, Ningxia!" Ningxia hurriedly handed over her hand and shook hands generously.

This 'brother' Ningxia has seen photos before. He wears glasses, and girls like him at first glance. Now that he has seen a real person, after so many years, this Mr. Bai is dressed in casual clothes, simple and elegant. It's not simple, but a bit of sunshine is added to the exquisite and open-mindedness. No wonder Xing Zijing never forgets him.

Simple politeness, what the other party said, Ning Xia only responded in a simple way, without saying much, but it can be regarded as generous.

Ningxia is like this, talking nonstop in front of acquaintances, and acting cool and cold in front of unfamiliar people.However, at this moment, Ningxia also understands that the people who are with Xing Zijing should be either rich or noble, and she is here, even smiling a little uncomfortable.

When she walked out of the box, Ning Xia felt a rare pleasure, as if she had escaped from a prison cell.It wasn't just the innate strength of those people that overwhelmed her, it was because she was too tired and wanted to rest today.

When Ning Xia staggered out of the private room, Xing Zijing's sweet smile still hid her eyes as deep as the sea, revealing a hint of a half-smile.

"Manly woman! What's so good about it!"

The female companion next to the man snorted dissatisfiedly, stretched out her hand and pulled the man's arm, trying to turn his eyes back to her, but accidentally knocked off the cigarette that was just lit in the man's hand.

The slightly red cigarette butt happened to be on the back of the man's hand, the woman's face turned pale, and she trembled, "Young Master Fang, Young Master Fang, I..."

The atmosphere in the box suddenly cooled down, even Xing Zijing couldn't help but stared at Fang Shiyou, who was on top.

Displeasure was evident on the man's face. He slowly reached out and stroked the cigarette off. A round scar had already been burned on the back of his hand, which was clearly visible.

(End of this chapter)