Mr. Song looked at the cup in front of him, as big as his face, and felt troubled.
If he drank this vodka, would he still have his life? But if he didn’t drink... he was already a dead man...
Mr. Song was in a dilemma, gritting his teeth in the end, holding up the cup in front of him, and gulping down the vodka.
One second he was putting down the cup, the next second he was rushing into the bathroom.
After throwing up copiously beside the toilet, he barely crawled up from the floor and returned to the private room. Before he could even sit down, Zhang Te clapped his hands and imdiately a waiter ca in with a tray full of vodka.
After filling up the large glass once again, Zhang Te smiled at Mr. Song and spoke out: "Mr. Song, you should, after all, behave fittingly if you’re playing the maid, shouldn’t you?"
Mr. Song was so scared that he rolled off his chair onto the ground.
Just now, that huge glass of vodka had almost killed him. Now if he drank another glass, could he still survive?
What kind of cursed karma was this? How co he had hit a snag? He had a few drinks, saw that girl looking neat and clean, and just wanted to flirt, the colder she was, the more he wanted to conquer her. Who knew, this cold girl was unlike any ordinary girl, she was a living Bodhisattva!
Just with a twitch of Han Jingnian’s fingers...no, toes, he could ruin the Song’s Enterprises...
Regardless, Mr. Song desperately crawled over to Xia Wan’an and said, "Miss Xia, no, m’lady, I really did wrong, spare , please, if I drink that vodka, I will truly die..."
"Cough, cough..." Zhang Te cleared his throat, his face still adorned with his usual smile: "Mr. Song, don’t worry, Dr. Jingnian has already arranged for you. Your doctor is waiting outside. You will not die after drinking this alcohol, you will simply suffer. Do you know what this is called? Your death is averted, but your chastisent is inevitable...Please, Mr. Song!"
Mr. Song was desperately looking at Xia Wan’an when he was scared back to his seat by a look from Han Jingnian. He then sorrowfully held the big glass of vodka and tearfully gulped it down.
After Mr. Song finished drinking, Han Jingnian nodded at Zhang Te who then clapped his hands, indicating two male waiters to drag and support the completely floored Mr. Song out of the room.
After the storm passed, a waiter quickly ca in to change the plates and even replaced the chair Mr. Song was sitting on.
Everyone in the room gradually ca back to their senses and began to greet Han Jingnian.
Han Jingnian paid no attention to them, but instead turned his gaze towards Gu Yuzhi, who was sitting next to Xia Wan’an.
Gu Yuzhi was taken aback for a mont, then quickly understood Han Jingnian’s intention, hurriedly got up and offered him his seat, "Mr. Han, please sit here..."
During the process of moving seats, Gu Yuzhi didn’t forget to switch his new chair with the one he was previously sitting on.
Han Jingnian, who had been standing since he appeared in the private room, finally took a seat.
Because of his arrival, the atmosphere in the private room turned a lot colder and everyone’s conversations beca much more restrained.
Of course, those who were staring at Xia Wan’an with ill intentions just now, their looks towards her had beco much more respectful.
Han Jingnian didn’t speak to Xia Wan’an, and Xia Wan’an didn’t speak to Han Jingnian, but after he sat down, she turned her head and looked at him once.
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