Chapter 61 Her Syrup, His Arsenic (1)

Su Zhinian stopped talking and did not speak out.

The strange female voice waited for a while before continuing: "The owner of the machine is drunk, and there is only one person in our hotel..."

Su Zhinian frowned fiercely, and before the strange female voice could finish speaking, he walked to the clothes rack beside him, picked up his coat, and walked out of the office door.

"...So, can I trouble you or find some friends the owner knows to come here to pick her up?"

Su Zhinian, who had already stepped into the elevator, opened his mouth almost the second the female voice settled down. He was obviously anxious, but his tone of voice was a bit annoying: "Which restaurant?"

"Beijing Grand Hotel..." Su Zhinian hung up the phone before the strange female voice finished speaking, then glanced at Cheng Qingcong who was standing outside the elevator, said "The dinner is cancelled", and pressed the elevator the close key.

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Su Zhinian rushed to the Beijing Grand Hotel, and before he opened the door of the private room, he heard Song Qingchun singing like ghosts and wolves from inside.

"I just can't open my mouth to let him know that I will definitely take care of you and make you laugh. I regret not letting you know how important you are to me..."

Su Zhinian's eyebrows twitched, and the hand on the door of the box paused for a while before he pushed open the door, and then saw Song Qingchun sitting on the ground with disheveled hair and no image, holding a high-heeled shoe in his hand as a microphone . With his eyes closed, he roared hoarsely, "I just can't open my mouth to let him know, it's just a few simple words, I can't do it..."

Su Zhinian subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave. He held the door, took a deep breath, and stepped in. Then, he accidentally stepped on a hard object. He moved his foot back, lowered his head and saw It was a lipstick, and then Su Zhinian noticed that Song Qingchun's scattered things were scattered all over the floor of the private room, another high-heeled shoe was by the window, and the bag was thrown into the corner... There was also a piece of sanitary napkin on the table horn.

Su Zhinian kicked the lipstick away from his feet, stepped forward, leaned over and pulled Song Qingchun up from the ground.

Song Qingchun stared at Su Zhinian for a while with his drunken eyes wide open, then stopped singing out of tune, and smiled at Su Zhinian belatedly.

As Song Qingchun approached, the strong smell of alcohol came to his nostrils, Su Zhinian frowned fiercely, turned away a little disgusted, and asked the waiter standing at the door in a sullen tone, "How much did she drink? "

The waiter took a step back in shock from Su Zhinian's tone, then timidly raised his hand and pointed to the table.

Following the waiter's actions, Song Qingchun suddenly put his arms around Su Zhinian's neck. Su Zhinian's body stiffened for a moment, but he didn't raise his hand to pull her away. Then he heard Song Qingchun's mouth full of alcohol, She said coquettishly, "Brother Yinan, you're finally here. Do you know that I've been waiting for you all afternoon..."

Su Zhinian's expression immediately became a little gloomy, and without even thinking about it, he tore Song Qingchun's arm off his neck forcefully, then looked in the direction the waiter pointed, and saw several wines placed on it in a mess. bottle, his face became even more gloomy, and he yelled angrily at the waiter: "Who told you to drink so much wine for her!"

The waiter was a little aggrieved by the yelling, she hung her head and did not dare to say anything, but she was thinking in her heart, the customer is God, she wants to drink, how dare she not give her a drink?