Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

Chapter 339: Get drunk, you can't grab it

Chapter 339 Fighting to get drunk, you can't grab it

If you want something from others, you are doomed to be inferior.

Not to mention drinking a few glasses of white wine, even if he pretends to be a grandson, Wei Wanyang can still call the other party "Grandpa" today without blushing or panting!

"Mr. Ou said that, but it really broke me."

"Since Ms. Wei is so sincere, if I don't appreciate it, it seems... I can't justify it. This old saying is good, you have to forgive others and forgive others, it's better to settle enemies than to end them!"

The woman nodded: "That's exactly the truth."

"But Qin Qin embarrassed me in front of so many people last time, and even clamored to go through judicial procedures and sue me..."

"Hi! She is a little girl who has never seen the world. If you have a lot, don't worry about it like her?"

The man didn't show the slightest bit of annoyance at being interrupted, and he didn't care if the high hat of "Your Excellency has a lot" was put off, and he was properly trapped. He just stared at the woman's pretty side face with a smile, and his eyes gradually darkened.

Speaking of which, Wei Wanyang is also a great beauty.

Even if she wears the simplest white shirt, she exudes fatal charm all the time.

Compared to Qin Qin's little astringent fruit just in her early twenties, Wei Wanyang has a unique flavor, and the most rare thing is that she is not very old.

Ou Zhidong has collected quite a few women, from first-line actresses to eighteenth-line young models. It is not an exaggeration to say that he has seen countless women, but he has never seen Wei Wanyang's.

"It's okay to not care about it," the man said suddenly, his voice hoarse twice, inexplicably obscure, "Unless, you can replace Qin Qin and stay with me for a night."

The woman's smile faltered, most of the wine spilled out, wet the back of her hands, the coolness penetrated the pores and reached her heart, and then spread to her limbs.

At a certain moment, Wei Wanyang really wanted to slap the other party regardless, sneered twice, and walked away.

Like a proud and inviolable peacock.

But the reality is that Ou Zhidong holds Feiyang Entertainment in her hand, and she must pass this hurdle first if she wants to complete the acquisition!

If this opportunity is missed and the development of the studio is hindered, then for a long time in the future, she will not be able to get rid of Song Qian's coercion, how will she regain Xiaole's custody?

So, she can't go, or even... can't refuse!

Ou Zhidong: "Since we're talking about this, I won't beat around the bush. If you stay tonight, everything before will be written off, how about it?"

No matter how turbulent the heart is, the face remains calm, Wei Wanyang: "Sorry, my hand slipped."

As he spoke, he wiped off the wine stains on his hands, took the bottle, filled it up again, and said to himself, "Boss Ou has a big appetite, and I don't know if the amount of alcohol is proportional to it?"

There was a hint of interest in the man's eyes, and he faintly jumped excitedly: "Oh? Do you have any good suggestions?"

"How about we compare?"

"How to compare?"

"Of course, it's a cup-by-cup comparison, let's see who pours it first. I'll pour it, and I'll let Mr. Ou handle it. But if..." She paused for a moment, put her hand on the man's shoulder, leaned closer, and whispered softly, "You pour it, You must promise me one condition."

Before the beauty, there was still a hint of vigilance in the man's eyes: "What conditions?"

"I haven't thought about it for the time being, and I'll tell you when I think about it, just like... Zhao Min did to Zhang Wuji in "Yi Tian Tu Long Ji", it's interesting to think about it!"

The man frowned, as if hesitating, but he was a little moved by what Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji said.

Wei Wanyang picked up the wine glass and handed it to the man, "Don't tell me, don't you dare?"

"Oh! Shock me with words?"

The woman's face didn't show the slightest bit of embarrassment or guilt, but she smiled even more: "Yes, I'm provoking you! So, should we compare or not?" Snow-white fingertips pinched the wine glass, implying an invitation.

The man raised his hand and took it, "Okay! If it's better than others, I might still consider it, but in terms of drinking capacity, I, Ou Zhidong, have never lost to anyone. I'm afraid that you will be the last one who can't stand it."

The woman raised her chin, showing disdain, "Don't talk too much, you'll know after trying."

"Hahaha... I just like your hotness!"

Next, the table full of delicacies became a foil, and more and more wine bottles were emptied.

Ou Zhidong drank the white wine in the glass with a smile, but his eyes were glued to Wei Wanyang's face.

She leaned sideways by pouring the wine, "Come on, Mr. Ou, let me toast you again."

Twenty minutes later.

A thin layer of blush appeared on the man's cheeks, but the woman's complexion was as usual, even a little paler than before drinking.

Ou Zhidong's eyes showed surprise, and the excitement in his eyes grew stronger: "He can drink well, it seems that he really has two brushes."

Wei Wanyang suppressed the urge to vomit in his stomach, and said lightly: "Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to compare with you?"

The man's eyes darkened, "It's too troublesome to drink one by one like this, why don't we use a bottle?"

"Okay." Glad to accept.

It was only then that Ou Zhidong really paid attention to it. Seeing the calm and composed appearance of the woman, his heart became more and more uncertain.

Newly opened Wuliangye, one bottle per person.

"Wan Yang, are you sure you want to continue the competition?"

"why not?"

The man's eyelids twitched suddenly, but he said with pity on his mouth: "You, why are women so brave? This bottle will kill half your life, and it's too late to admit defeat now."

"Mr. Ou, if you say that, you underestimate us women."

"..."

Wei Wanyang: "I'll do it first as a respect, and you can take your time."

The man's eyes are tearing open: "You!"

Perhaps because he was drunk, or because he was competitive, Ou Zhidong started drinking with red eyes.

As a result, half of the bottle was not available, and he was already unconscious and passed out on the seat.

Seeing this, Wei Wanyang put down the bottle and pushed the man's shoulder, "President Ou? Don't sleep, let's continue drinking..."

"No... hiccup... not coming..."

"How can this work? It hasn't been decided yet."

What responded to her was a burst of snoring.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly, her face changed drastically, and she rushed out of the private room.

Covering his mouth, he stumbled into the bathroom, spit on the sink, and the whole process lasted for two minutes.

Wei Wanyang's drinking capacity is not bad. In the first few years, in order to grab resources and build relationships, she went out to socialize a lot. The dinners she attended were not 1000, but 800.

It is also common to catch several games in one night.

The person who didn't drink alcohol before, just practiced it little by little.

When the studio was on the right track and her reputation gradually increased, she slowly retreated to the second line.

Unexpectedly, there is still a chance to come out of the arena today.

Wei Wanyang looked up at himself in the mirror, and suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

Or... pathetic?

Fortunately, she won the bet, so everything was worth it.

Breathe out a foul breath, full of the smell of alcohol. The woman stood up straight, pressed her abdomen, and vomited again by scratching her throat.

Scooped up a handful of cold water, washed his face, adjusted his emotions and facial expressions, and then left.

Unfortunately, she still overestimated herself. In just a short while, the smell of alcohol rushed straight to her forehead, dizziness began to appear in front of her eyes, and her hands and feet became limp.

Only by leaning on the wall can I barely stand firm.

Walking to the corner, bumping into a warm chest unexpectedly, the woman let out a muffled groan, and was about to fall back on the ground under the reaction force. At the very moment, the long arms passed across, wrapping around the woman's slender waist, With another pull, Wei Wanyang fell into that warm embrace again.

"Agan..." She murmured, entangled in drunkenness, like a whisper in a lover's world.

Unfortunately, the man didn't hear clearly.

He raised his hand to lift the woman's small chin, and then his eyes fell on that overly pale face.

His half-opened and half-closed eyes exude a strong smell of alcohol in his breath, Song Qian's Adam's apple rolls, and his eyes are dark.

Wei Wanyang took advantage of the situation and grabbed the man's shoulders, muttering softly.

"I might be... dreaming..."

As he spoke, he smiled to himself.

"Why do I still see you in my dream?"

Song Qian: "..."

"This may be... hiccup... the legendary... lingering ghost, right?"

The man's face darkened, "Stand up for me!"

"It's hard to stand up, because—" She smiled with crooked brows and eyes, and said in a coquettish tone, "My legs are weak!"

Tut!

The man tightened his cheeks.

The hand on her waist exerted force subconsciously.

"Hiss... what are you doing..."

Song Qian's eyes burst into flames: "Wei Wanyang, you bumped into it yourself."

After speaking, he strode away with his arms around her.

While passing by a private room, the woman suddenly remembered something, a man broke free from the embrace of the man, staggered and pushed the door open.

"What are you doing?" Song Qian took a long leg and clasped her wrist.

"Let go! You let go!"

"Wei, Wan, Yang!"

"I want to get the bag! Bag—" she emphasized it twice.

The man frowned.

At this time, Wei Wanyang had already pushed the door open, walked to the original seat, and picked up the handbag.

When Song Qian saw Ou Zhidong lying on the table with a drink, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and his heart was completely extinguished with all the thoughts.

"Let's go? Uh...why don't you go?" The woman gave him a suspicious look.

"Wei Wanyang, first see who I am!" Clamping her thin shoulders with both hands, Song Qian gritted his teeth.

"Who are you?"

"Why, don't you know?" He picked up the remaining half bottle of wine on the table, raised it above his head, and tipped his hands.

Wei Wanyang exclaimed, and suddenly became sober, "Song Qian, why are you crazy?!"

"Recognize who I am now?" Sneered into his eyes, mean as a knife, pointing at Ou Zhidong who was unconscious like a dead pig, "Are you planning to get drunk with him like this...?"

The woman's complexion changed drastically.

Song Qian's eyes showed a sneer: "Do you think you can use yourself as a bargaining chip and beauty as a bait to make the surname Ou let go and agree to buy?"

"Shut up, you don't know anything!"

"Yeah, I really didn't know you could be so mean! Wei Wanyang, a filthy woman like you doesn't deserve to be a mother at all!"

"What qualifications do you have to say such a thing? Song Qian, why do you?!"

"Just because Xiaole is my son, and you are Xiaole's biological mother! If you can, any woman is fine, why is it you?"

The woman's already pale face turned pale in an instant.

"You want Feiyang Entertainment? I advise you to give up on this idea as soon as possible, so as not to bleed!"

"threaten me?"

"Wrong! This is a reminder and advice."

"Heh... Song Qian, put away your fake kindness, I don't need it!"

The man's eyebrows tightened suddenly: "You woman... you really don't know what's good."

"Are you afraid that after I complete the acquisition, I will no longer be threatened by you from now on, and take Xiaole back?"

"It's up to you?" Song Qian looked her over from head to toe, his contempt was obvious.

"In short," Wei Wanyang took a deep breath, a dark light flashed in his eyes, "Feiyang Entertainment must be mine in the end!"

Ambitious and bound to win.

Song Qian raised his eyebrows, and suddenly felt that the woman in front of him was far from the timid girl in his impression.

Sure enough, time can change everything and pollute everything.

"It's useless, you can't beat her." After leaving such a meaningful sentence, the man turned and left.

Wei Wanyang was stunned in place, her brain after alcohol fermentation was extremely dull, and it took a while to react: "She/he? Who is it?"

…

Qihang Academy, Class C, Human Resources.

"What did you say about Feiyang Entertainment last time?" Shen Wei suddenly spoke while copying notes.

Miao Miao paused, staring at the blackboard, but whispered: "After Song Rin's death, Ou Zhidong became the company's largest shareholder, plus he was usually in charge of daily operations, and now Feiyang Entertainment has become his voice. .By the way, I also checked Miss Wei's studio, which is quite interesting."

"What's an interesting method? Let's hear it."

"Originally, her studio was developing well and she was well-known in the industry, but a month ago, Xiaohuadan and Xiaoxianrou, who supported the facade, switched jobs at the same time. Not only did they take away a large amount of resources, but they also stepped back many times. I followed this path. I searched down the line and found that the person behind the trick was actually Song Rin's brother!"

"Song Qian?" Shen Yu raised an eyebrow.

"Yes! That's him!" Miao Miao bit her pen, puzzled, "You said, Song Qian is also the president of MT Finance after all, why does he have to deal with a small studio?"

"No more than two reasons."

Miao Miao's eyes lit up, and she pretended to be listening attentively.

Shen Wei: "Either for profit, or for love. The former is for public affairs, and the latter is for selfishness."

Miao Miao seemed to realize something: "According to common sense, the interests of the financial circle should not have much to do with the entertainment circle, not to mention that it is just a studio, so there is no need to use such shady means to threaten and coerce. Then, It can only be for love!" After saying the last two words, she gasped.

Shen Yu suddenly felt amused: "Is there any need to be so surprised?"

"I seem to have eaten a big melon."

"Yes," Shen Wei pursed her lips, "This Miss Wei is really not simple at all."

Miao Miao swallowed, why did she feel that the boss's smile seemed to be causing trouble?

…

Knock knock—

Song Qian: "Come in."

Secretary: "President Song, there is a lady named Shen who wants to talk to you about business."

"Surname Shen?"

"Yes, Shen Wei. She also said that you may not know her, but there is a name that will definitely be familiar to you—Chu Yujiang."

Song Qian's complexion changed slightly: "Where is she?"

"In the small meeting room."