Ning Xuan felt that Song Ya and Song Zhan were still very similar in some aspects, such as being tall and laborious.

Another example is poisonous.

Ning Xuan's expression was a little hard to describe at this moment. She was a little annoyed when she peeled the crab legs, and she was even told by Song Ya.

If she hadn't seen such a big shot, she would have put it in her mouth and chewed it when she ate it herself.

What are you peeling with thin arms and legs?

However, this is in public, and if you want to argue with the boss, you still have to give your boss enough face.

Ning Xuan raised her professional smile on her beautiful face: "The boss really talks about the point, and I think it's ugly too."

"Um."

After Song Ya nodded lightly, the man next to him started to talk about projects and plans again, and his mouth was full of imagination and expectations for a bright future. What can be done in the industry for several years and open up new markets and other balabala.

While listening, Song Ya brought Ning Xuan's plate to him, and then slowly peeled off the shell.

My head was unexpectedly dizzy and I could do whatever I had.

Not only did he push the crab legs, but he also treated the entire crab and then put it back in front of Ning Xuan.

Ning Xuan was stunned for a moment when she looked at the plate of things she had processed.

Is the company's employees so well treated...

The conversation continued. Song Ya didn't drink much until the end, and her head was dizzy. She lost half of her consciousness. Her hot sweat almost soaked her thin shirt. Her white and tender skin was dyed pink, and even more red.

"Mr. Song is drunk. I'll take Mr. Song to a nearby hotel to rest for one night." One of the three men, who was less talkative, suggested, "Don't wait until the road is too far and you'll vomit it."

Several other people agreed with the man's proposal. Mr. Jiang joked, "I didn't expect Mr. Song to drink so poorly." After the social event was over and the show ended.

Ning Xuan felt a little unaware of Song Ya's appearance when she saw her.

When did Song Ya's alcohol tolerance be so poor?

It shouldn't be.

Later, the man helped Song Ya get into the back row of the car. Ning Xuan was standing side by side with him, and from the side it could feel clearer, intuitively, and meticulously that Song Ya was sweating.

It was already past 11 o'clock in the evening when we arrived at the hotel. After the man and Ning Xuan checked out the room at the front desk, they also sent Song Ya to the hotel room.

When he entered the room, when the man wanted to make any moves in the room, he was rejected by Ning Xuan.

As the saying goes, she must be careful of others, and she can do the next thing alone.

"Sir, go ahead, I'll do the rest." Ning Xuan blocked the man and intercepted his way, and Song Ya was lying on the bed behind her.

The man felt a little fierce when he saw Ning Xuan's appearance, but he didn't force it. He spread his hands in the air and said with regret: "Okay, then I'll leave this here to you."

After saying that, he looked at the watch, then raised his eyebrows and said to Ning Xuan: "It's better to hurry up, half an hour, and you'll come out after half an hour. The secretary and his own president are in the same room with their own president, the orphan man and widow, are not affected... You should let him have a good rest..."

Speaking of the latter, the man dragged a long note, full of hints.

Ning Xuan agreed readily.

The man then left the room.

Instead, he took out his cell phone and called the person: "It's done, you can come in thirty minutes."

“Shangbei International Hotel 813.”

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Chapter completed!