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Chapter 38 Drunk?
The entire yacht has four floors, which is so spacious that it can be described as luxurious. The first floor is more like a bar. The most popular electronic musician of this year was specially invited to stir up the atmosphere. I heard that there is a small casino in the corner, and the stakes are not high. Big, after all, it is only for the atmosphere.

The second floor is more like Qing Bar. Friends who haven’t seen each other for a long time want to whisper something, they will go upstairs.The entire third floor is devoted to guest rooms, reserved for guests who are drunk or want to have something happen.

Jun Zhimiao was sitting by the window on the first floor, drinking a cocktail while watching the scenery.Watching Jun Zhilin enter the door, he was dragged away by a few sons, and he seemed to be heading in the direction of the casino.He frowned, trying to stop him, and sat back in his original position.

Forget it, Jun Zhilin might not listen to her advice if she goes.

Yacht parties have always been a form of social interaction between formal and casual. If you dress too formally on a yacht, it will make people feel boring. If you dress casually, it depends on your status. Children from heavyweight families wear sportswear Also welcome.

Here are basically Internet celebrities who have just debuted, and they come to show their faces to pull resources.Wearing a short skirt with tight curves to attract young men and buddies to strike up a conversation, and you can pick and choose if you have a good conversation.

Jun Zhimiao drank a few glasses of cocktails, and a slightly surprised voice sounded not far away. "Hey, isn't this sister Zhimiao?"

Zhao Nan was very surprised to see her. "Are you coming to play too?"

Jun Zhimiao nodded: "Stay home is boring."

Zhao Nan and Jun Zhimiao used to be in the same high school. When Jiang Chen held a party, the two often met and went crazy together. In the end, Jun Zhimiao was admitted to the top school S University, and Zhao Nan barely got in because of family connections. ordinary university.

When Zhao Nan mentioned this, he became angry, feeling like "the clown is me". At the graduation party, he wanted to pinch Jun Zhimiao to relieve his anger, but he didn't expect Jun Zhimiao to come yet.

Zhao Nan sat beside her: "Where's Jiang Chen? Didn't you go to City S together?"

Unexpectedly, Zhao Nan would ask about Jiang Chen, Jun Zhimiao was taken aback.

"I don't know, I have no contact now."

Zhao Nan sighed. "You two have such a good relationship, and I don't know how many people are surprised that you are not together."

Jun Zhimiao glanced at him with a half-smile: "What are you talking about? Jiang Chen has a fiancee."

Zhao Nan also knew about this, so she didn't take it seriously. "It's not like there is no such thing as being a beauty in anger, so be confident."

This topic is nothing to talk about, Jun Zhimiao drank the cocktail and put the glass on the table: "I won't drink, see you next time."

"We just met, don't you want to chat a little?"

The girl pushed back the curly hair on her chest, chic and reckless.

"Stop talking, it's boring."

Jun Zhimiao acted recklessly like this in high school, Zhao Nan was used to it, and waved at her. "Then see you next time."

She turned around and walked to the second floor, the stamina of the cocktail was coming up at this moment, Jun Zhimiao yawned, accidentally bumped into someone when going up the stairs, and apologized to him with half-closed eyes.

"Excuse me."

Then he was about to go up, but his wrist was grabbed by someone, and he felt the warm fingertips brushing against the bracelet on his wrist.

She froze for a moment, her reflex was about to shake off the other party.The familiar scent of agarwood penetrated into the tip of his nose, making Jun Zhimiao awake instantly, and the movement of throwing people stopped in mid-air.

Jun Zhimiao looked up, his pupils dilated when he saw the person coming, and his tongue was so clumsy that he couldn't pronounce the name.

"Huo, Huo..."

Huo Lan looked at the girl leisurely, raised his hand to caress Jun Zhimiao's flushed face, his voice was gentle and loose.

"Was drunk?"

(End of this chapter)