Jiang Yanxing's face was dull and he still didn't drink the glass of wine.

The original strange atmosphere was more subtle, and the noise gradually turned into whispers.

Song Qitang stood motionless, gripping the wine glass uneasily.

Fei'er suddenly pulled Jiang Yanxing's sleeve and muttered, "You just drank."

Jiang Yanxing glanced at her, a faint smile flashed across his cold and distant face when facing Song Qitang, "So?"

"Drinking too much wine is bad for your health. I'll help you drink."

Feier winked playfully, raised Jiang Yanxing's arm, and took a reserved sip from his hand.

"Fei'er is considerate, Mr. Jiang is so lucky!" There was a commotion all around.

Song Qitang pursed her lips slightly and looked at them without any concern, suddenly feeling in an inappropriate trance.

In the past, Jiang Yanxing hardly lingered in sensual places, let alone having sex with women.

A hint of coldness silently floated at the corner of his mouth.

She laughed at herself, maybe Jiang Yanxing had such a dissolute character, but he just kept it hidden.

Just as he picked up his footsteps, Song Qitang heard Jiang Yanxing's lazy voice again.

"The KTV princess at Star City Club is very good at playing, but she doesn't know what the standard is here in Bincheng?"

Li Guodong immediately answered, "How do you want to play, Mr. Jiang?"

The beauties accompanying the guests knew that Jiang Yanxing was generous when they saw him, and hurriedly said: "We often sing with sour lemon slices in their mouths. Whoever lasts the longest and sings well will get the most tips from the guests."

Jiang Yanxing wandered around the coffee table with the fruit plate, and slowly opened his lips, "Interesting, then just do as the Romans do."

Hearing this, Song Qitang's slender figure suddenly stiffened, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

From the corner of his eyes, Jiang Yanxing smiled leisurely, "The one who lasts until the end tonight is one million."

The atmosphere in the box suddenly boiled!

Song Qitang looked at Jiang Yanxing, the changing light and shadows flowing through his pupils, like crystal ice crystals that were so cold that they were blinding.

Jiang Yanxing smoked a cigarette and lit it. He glanced across Song Qitang's electronic screen and said, "The princess who enters the president's box must have outstanding business abilities."

This trick is very destructive.

Even if Song Qitang wanted to refuse, he would not allow it. To make the sponsor unhappy would be to offend the other "sisters".

in addition……

She had to admit that with the current situation, even if Jiang Yan threw millions of dollars stained with dog shit at her, she would still have to pick them up one by one with a smile and put them close to her body.

Song Qitang stepped onto the stage with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and sat on a high stool with her knees together. The dim lights shrouded her quiet profile, like a lifeless puppet.

Li Guodong sat next to Jiang Yanxing, "Mr. Jiang, are you free to visit our association tomorrow?"

Jiang Yanxing glanced at Song Qitang indifferently, took out his mobile phone to reply to the email, and said in a cold tone, "I'm just a part-time worker. Any small profits can't compare with the prospect of taking off across Asia, understand?"

Li Guodong nodded, his peripheral vision vaguely crossed with someone's, and then he looked absently at the stage.

After the lemon slices were distributed, it was Song Qitang's turn to sing "Pumpkin Cart".

A few minutes later, Song Qitang's refreshing mint voice suddenly trembled, and his expression became inexplicably strange.

Jiang Yanxing never raised his head, typing on the keyboard with his long fingers, occasionally curling the corners of his mouth in a romantic manner.

Comparing the two, the picture can be described as cruel.

Time passed little by little, and the weird vibrato that kept coming out of Song Qitang's lips attracted a lot of attention.

There was sweat on her forehead and she forced herself to concentrate, but she couldn't concentrate at all.

The song looped to the tenth time, and everyone was startled by the harsh roar.

Song Qitang dropped the microphone in embarrassment and fled quickly past the door.

——

In the bathroom, Song Qitang was holding the toilet and vomited so hard that his face was covered with tears and runny nose.

Dots of red rash appeared on her back, itching unbearably, her cheeks were also burning, her stomach was in a state of turmoil, and the stamina of the alcohol's continuous fermentation made her dizzy.

Jiang Yanxing did it on purpose.

He knew that she was allergic to lemons since she was a child.

Once eaten by mistake, even if it is not life-threatening, it will easily cause itching all over the body.

Song Qitang stood up with difficulty and scratched his back in embarrassment. The spreading itch only became more violent.

In fact, as long as you grit your teeth and persist for half an hour, you might be able to get the one million.

Cursing Jiang Yanxing in his heart, Song Qitang stamped his feet to suppress the discomfort. Just as he was about to open the door, a woman's gasping sound suddenly sounded outside the door.

Her movements were stagnant, her dark eyelashes slowly drooped, and she recognized the other person as Fei'er.
Chapter completed!