My Ending Can't Be Hit by a Hatchet

And if you want these guests to be fascinated by you and support you all the time, you need to create a beautiful dream for them, that is, to become their lover——with heart to heart, let them become your captives and be constructed by you Bewildered by the beautiful illusion, indulge in it.

Therefore, Taisuke looked at her with an expression of consideration for Mrs. Inoue, "Besides, I am still a minor and cannot drink alcohol."

Taisuke seemed to be very moved, his pure and lively voice was slightly lowered and a little hoarse.

Such a voice penetrated Mrs. Inoue's ears, causing her heart to shrink tightly, and her brain was in chaos, and it took a moment before she woke up.

She is not a fledgling who came here for the first time, but for some reason, Mrs. Inoue knew that she might fall this time—by being captured by the youthful, handsome and handsome boy in front of her.

At this time, Mrs. Inoue touched Taisuke's shoulders with both hands very intimately, and leaned her plump body against Taisuke's chest like a bird.

The two lumps of fat on her chest were tightly attached to Taisuke's arms, and she raised her head.

"What's the matter, it's just a bottle of Remy Martin."

Regarding being the wife of the president of a listed company, Mrs. Inoue said that whether it is her husband's financial resources or her small coffers, she can spend a lot of money in such a place without worrying about anything.

As long as she can get this handsome, gentle and simple male publicist in front of her.

Chapter 86 Tokyo is extraordinarily hot tonight 1

Hearing Mrs. Inoue's words, Taisuke stopped being modest. He knew what it means to go too far, too modest, and it would leave a hypocritical impression on people.

Taisuke waved to the waiter who was standing on one side, and when he came over, Taisuke put his arms around the plump Mrs. Inoue, turned his head and said to the waiter.

"Please give Mrs. Inoue a bottle of Remy Martin."

The waiter's pupils shrank suddenly, and he scanned Taisuke's body up and down with a very obscure gaze.

If they want to become waiters in high-end public relations places like Huadie, although they are inconspicuous, they also have skills that must be mastered, for example, they must remember all the regular customers and male public relations in the store.

And if he remembered correctly, the handsome publicist in front of him should be a newcomer who just came here yesterday.

Taisuke's voice was not very loud, but it was not clear, so people in the surrounding seats could hear a little.

The male publicists in the private seats cast envious or jealous eyes on Taisuke, but not everyone who came to the public relations shop was rich, and more were ordinary people.

So they can only watch like this.

And the waiter did not reveal his inner emotions on his face at all, he wrote down the list very calmly, and then walked towards the counter silently.

After the waiter left, Taisuke lowered his head and smiled happily at Mrs. Inoue.

"Thank you madam for your support."

For Taisuke's thanks, Mrs. Inoue just glanced coquettishly, and then reached out to pick up the wine glass from the table.

As a publicist, although I don't do those things for customers like Niulang's, I usually have to accompany them to drink, but Taisuke doesn't have to do this because he is still a minor.

But if you don't accompany the wine, you need to chat with you, especially pay attention to the emotions of your guests.

After all, the public relations shop relies on this kind of role-playing game like a lover's love to heal their wounded hearts, let them vent their inner emotions, and soothe their mood.

What Taisuke needs to do is to observe the emotional changes of his guest Mrs. Inoue all the time, whether it is amused or sighed.

Until, a waiter stood in the distance and waved at him, pointing to another seat.

Taisuke nodded slightly, indicating that he already knew.

After the waiter left, Taisuke showed a trace of apology on his face, and looked at Mrs. Inoue with very sincere eyes.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, I have something to do and need to leave for a while."

The experienced Mrs. Inoue has long been accustomed to this situation. Although she was a little dissatisfied with Taisuke's departure, she didn't say anything.

Because that's what publicists do.

"Well, Feng Hua, please come back early."

Taisuke stood up, leaned slightly towards Mrs. Inoue, and saluted gracefully.

"Then please wait a moment, madam, I will be back soon."

Taisuke turned and walked towards another private seat, and after Taisuke left, a waiter who had been standing beside him walked up to Mrs. Inoue and poured her wine.

Passing through the aisle between several seats, Taisuke walked to the front of another booth.

"Miss Kazama, I didn't expect to see you today."

When he saw the familiar figure sitting on the seat, Taisuke went directly to her and sat down.

Here, there are no editors and authors, only guests and publicists.

After hearing Taisuke's voice, Nami Kazama did not choose to look up, but continued to drink from the glass in her hand.

Her behavior made Taisuke, who had just sat down beside her, frown slightly.

He stretched out his hand to hold Nami Kazama's palm, which continued to take the wine bottle on the table, and held it tightly in his palm.

Kazama Nami glanced at Taisuke coldly, and said without any fluctuation in tone.

"Why, what does this mean, to take advantage of me, or to say that I can't afford the wine in your store."

Taisuke frowned slightly, looking helplessly at himself, the editor in charge who came to the PR shop to get drunk to vent his feelings.

"Miss Kazama, I think you drank a little too much. It's not that you are not allowed to drink, but I just think it is not safe for a woman to come home drunk late at night."

When Taisuke was speaking, he kept carefully observing the emotional changes on Nami Kazama's face.