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Chapter 49 Is Jian Ling Drunk?

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    Fan Yijun was warned.

    Minglang got Cheng Zhixu's order, and verbally admonished and threatened her in front of her, conveying only one meaning inside and out - if he still wants to stay in Cheng's, don't provoke Jian Ling in the future.

    Fan Yijun was unwilling, but he didn't dare to disobey Mingming face to face, but he was more convinced that Jian Ling had an ulterior relationship with the celebrity next to his immediate boss.

    Her nausea was even worse. She felt a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in her throat, and she vomited to death.  For the next period of time, she did not confront Jian Ling again.

    Jian Ling didn't know these things, after coaxing Cheng Zhixu, her mood also improved.  When she was not busy these few days, she went shopping with Dai Wangchu and helped her choose a dress.

    Two women stood in the clothing store, carefully looking at the dresses on the mannequins.  Jian Ling held a cup of hot milk tea and didn't drink it. She looked sideways at Dai Wangchu and said suddenly, "Did you say that?"

    Dai Wangchu knew what she was referring to after being taken aback for a moment without beginning or end. He pulled the corner of his lips and admitted: "I just want to tell Minglang whether you want to tell President Cheng or not.  Take half of the responsibility, and he will carry the remaining half."

    Jian Ling pouted to express her resentment, and suddenly discovered a new continent: "You and Minglang, when did you add personal contact information to each other?"

    Dai Wangchu looked calm: "It's purely by chance, don't guess, we have nothing to do."

    "Really?" Jian Ling looked at her in disbelief.

    "Of course." Dai Wangchu turned his head, and met her gaze generously, "I know what you're thinking, and I can tell you that it's impossible.  Then if you can¡¯t think about having an office romance, it¡¯s okay if it lasts long, in case something happens, it¡¯s always the woman who suffers.¡±

    Comrade Dai Wangchu is quite clear-headed and rational, and office romance is a forbidden line for her.  Even if there is no such regulation in the company.

    Jian Ling consciously brought it in, well, she is the one who "can't think about having an office romance".

    Dai Wangchu bumped into her shoulder with a smile: "Don't make mistakes, I didn't mention you."

    After shopping for more than an hour, Dai Wangchu couldn't find a suitable evening dress in the end. She let out a long sigh: "The ones with better quality cost thousands of dollars, almost catching up with a month's salary, and there are no suitable occasions to wear them after the annual meeting.  waste."

    Jian Ling bit the straw and took a sip of the milk tea, chewed the taro balls in it, and said vaguely: "If you don't mind, you can go to my house to pick one. I have a lot of unworn dresses at home."

    Dai Wangchu's eyes lit up, expressing that he didn't dislike her, and went home with her, of course to Jane's house.

    Since then, Dai Wangchu knew that his original guess was correct. Jian Ling was indeed the eldest lady who came out to experience life, and she was not surprised to be with Cheng Zhixu.

    She has only seen Jian Ling's cloakroom in TV dramas, and it is equivalent to the size of an ordinary person's suite. Both walls are inlaid with huge floor-to-ceiling mirrors, the lights are dazzling, and rows of dresses and casual clothes are divided into different areas according to the shade of color.  , hanging in the closet, and a showcase for shoes, bags, and jewelry.

    It is not an exaggeration to say that "blinding people's eyes".

    The floor was covered with a thick wool carpet, and the two girls played in the cloakroom all afternoon.  After Dai Wangchu chose the dress he was going to wear, he simply lay on the ground with his back on his back, looking at the bright white light tube above his head: "And you, what are you wearing?"

    Jian Ling sat aside with bare feet, leaning against the wardrobe behind her: "Cheng Zhixu said he would give me one."

    Dai Wangchu clicked his tongue, turned his head and laughed teasingly¡ª¡ª

    There is still a period of time to be busy before the annual meeting. After all, the end of the year is approaching, so we must not relax.  Jian Ling did not forget that she was entrusted with the important task of Director Yuan to present a program at the annual meeting on behalf of the planning department.

    She chose an easy-to-use violin to play. She has been taught by a professional teacher since she was a child, so she won't be cramming. However, she hasn't played it much since she was in college, so it is inevitable that she is a little unfamiliar.

    Looking for work breaks, Jian Ling picked up the violin again, practiced a few familiar tunes, picked out one that she played skillfully, and reported the program.

    The annual meeting is officially held on January 31, and the Spring Festival will be more than a week later.

    Jian Ling didn't go to the holiday villa with her colleagues in the department, she took Cheng Zhixu's special car.  The two sat in the back row, Jian Ling was wearing the evening dress Cheng Zhixu gave her, but she was not very happy.  A champagne-colored dress with a V-neck and a narrow waistline. A piece of golden feather embroidery extends from the waist to the chest. The skirt is swaying and shining brightly.  It is really outstanding and exquisite, the only shortcoming is that it is too conservative!

    The dress is long-sleeved,"If you lose, you have to drink." Jian Ling shook her head, "I can't."

    "I'll drink it for you." Dai Wangchu was in high spirits, his face flushed obviously.

    Jian Ling was a little bewitched, but when he thought of his physique in the game Black Hole, he still retreated: "No, I am very happy watching you play."

    They restarted a round, and Dai Wangchu soon joined in.

    Jian Ling looked at them intently, picked up the fruit and vegetable juice that had been forgotten for a long time, took a few sips, and slightly raised his eyebrows, wondering if there was something wrong with his sense of taste, he always felt that the taste was not the same as before.  She raised her glass and looked at it. It was her own glass that was taken correctly, while the drinks of the others on the low table were all champagne.

    Maybe it just has a strange smell, she didn't think it tasted good.

    Jian Ling didn't eat anything at night. After drinking a glass of fruit and vegetable juice, she went to the dessert area to get something to eat. Her stomach was full for six or seven minutes.  She squinted her eyes and felt a little dizzy. People coming and going in the hall made her eyes hurt. When she was illuminated by the bright crystal lamp above her head, the world was upside down in her eyes.

    Jian Ling shook her drowsy head, found Dai Wangchu's location based on memory, and fell down on the sofa, holding her hair in a daze.  The cheeks on both sides of her were abnormally blush, her eyes were wandering, and she couldn't find the focus for a long time.

    "What's wrong with you? Are you drunk?"

    Someone was talking next to him, but it wasn't Dai Wangchu's voice. Jian Ling paused for a moment, trying to open his eyelids, but couldn't see the other person's facial features clearly. Judging from the voice alone, it was a man sitting in front of him.

    Not far away, Fan Yijun leaned against the carved wooden cabinet, on which stood a glass of fruit and vegetable juice that originally belonged to Jian Ling.  She glanced at the glass of fruit and vegetable juice lightly, then looked at Jian Ling's current state through the crowd, and sneered.

    The department had a dinner that night, and everyone in the planning department knew that Jian Ling didn't drink at all, and had a constitution of getting drunk when he drank.  So when she played the game, no matter how difficult the task was, she would choose to complete it, and she was unwilling to be punished with alcohol.

    I heard that she would go crazy when she was drunk?  There is a good show to watch.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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