Chapter 3

The gate of the Royal City Entertainment Club.

Anshiqi looked at the closed door with consternation, pursed her lips and turned to the security guard at the door, "I am really invited, and I still have invitation cards on me. Please accommodate me and let me in."

"I'm sorry, it's too late and the dinner party has already started. Please come next time."

Is today her low life day? Her boyfriend and other women are engaged on this day, and they have agreed to attend the dinner party with their friends. They are also blocked from going in. Her graduation project is related to the dinner party. How can I hand in my graduation thesis if I can't get in?

In a variety of emotions, anshiqi eyes gradually red, voice also kneaded into the crying cavity.

"Did I want to come late? Why don't you let me in with an invitation? I didn't mean to be late

Seeing that she was about to cry, the security guard at the gate was in a dilemma. However, he did not dare to let anyone in without permission. He could only call out the lobby manager of the Royal City Entertainment Club.

The lobby manager is also a snob. His service and good face are only directed at the rich and wealthy young men in his eyes. His eyes are fierce, and you can see that anshiqi is an ordinary girl.

"Sorry, people can't be put in outside the specified time. Please don't affect our work." In a business tone, the manager's face had a mechanical cold smile.

This scene just fell into song Zhiyuan's eyes.

He came in directly through the back door. The boss of the Royal City Entertainment Club was there in person. When he received the news that song Zhiyuan was coming, he had been guarding at the back.

Song Zhiyuan is standing under the crystal lamp, looking straight at an Shiqi who is stopped outside the door. His eyebrows are almost invisible.

The assistant followed his eyes to see the past, knowing in the heart, and quietly pasted it to the ear of the boss of the imperial city.

"The girl outside the door is a friend of our president's and is with us."

He only said this, but the boss of the Imperial City understood his meaning in an instant, and then looked up at Song Zhiyuan, whose face was not very good. His heart was full of thump.

"Deal with it now!"

Leaving this sentence, the boss of the imperial city like a gust of wind like toward anshiqi rolled in the past.

"What's going on?" He lowered his voice and roared, and took a look at the lobby manager, "where are your eyes?"

"Boss..." The lobby manager was stunned, thinking that he was blaming him for not driving angshiqi away immediately. He immediately reached out to push an Shiqi, "I'll let her go right away!"

Boss a look, this is OK? Song Zhiyuan can watch over there!

He slapped the manager's hand without politeness. He looked at him with the eyes that he wanted to strangle him, and turned to an Shiqi's flattering smile.

"Sorry, there was a misunderstanding. We didn't know you were a friend of President song. Please come in."

Seeing his boss's attitude towards anshiqi, the manager's eyes almost fell off and he regretted it. But he was used to the big scenes and immediately changed his attitude to meet an Shiqi.

Who is president song? Angie was confused and was welcomed into the club.

Song Zhiyuan has gone first, and his assistant is still standing in the same place. He is satisfied to see an Shiqi being welcomed in. He goes to the boss of the imperial city and says something. He nods at an Shiqi and leaves with a strong wind.

"President song wants to see some friends and tell us to treat you well. We will prepare a VIP room for you immediately!" Song Zhiyuan's assistant specially ordered to treat an Shiqi well. The boss of the imperial city did not dare to neglect it. Everything was done according to the reception of song Zhiyuan.

After angshiqi entered the private room, she also called her friend up. Not long after, the front desk sent a table of wine, fruits and fruits. Anshiqi's friends thought she had made a fortune, and then they ate them with a big surprise.

In a disordered mood, anshiqi didn't want to explain more. She drank the wine with a glass.

She had never drunk wine, and her capacity was not at all. She was very drunk after a short time. No one could recognize her. She cried and laughed for a while. Her friend was not much better. She lay unconscious on the sofa.

"Burp..." Angshiqi hiccups wine, staggers out of the box, fingers all over the sky pointing, "slag men and women, who rare ah?! What you say you love me is a lie to me... "

"And said To make me happy all my life, pet me, Li Haoyu, you liar A liar

Drunk anshiqi all the way staggering, do not know how to walk to the Imperial Hall.

The manager of the lobby was stunned when he saw her. Seeing her drunk, he ran forward a few steps.

Tired of walking, anshiqi simply sat on the ground and cried, "liar, liar! You are all liars

The lobby manager wanted to help her, but she also pushed her away, pointing out that she was a liar.

"Yes, yes, we are all liars. Get up first. The ground is cool. Let's sit on the sofa and talk about it." This kind of drunk person the lobby manager has seen a lot, just follow them."Why cheat me!" Angshiqi listen to but not satisfied, a grasp of the lobby manager's collar.

At this time, a waiter ran over with a look of panic. He looked left and right. He saw that the manager of the lobby ran over with a low cry, just like the Savior.

"Manager, no good. The president song has an accident. It seems that he has been drugged. Our boss asked you to find a woman to send it to him. He said," hurry up! "

Drugged? President song has never been a woman who doesn't touch those places of entertainment

Suddenly, she remembered that she was still looking down on the hall.

He brought it by himself and took care of

It's her!

"I'm going home!" Angie was driven by several people all the way to the high-rise residential area.

She twisted her body back and forth, irritable can not help shouting: "I want to go home, I want to go home, to go home!"

"I'll be home soon." The manager of the lobby is a sweat following behind, and can't help urging the driver of anshiqi, "hurry up!"

Five minutes later, an Shiqi was thrown into song Zhiyuan's bed.

At this time, song Zhiyuan is taking a shower in the bathroom.

But his body was on fire, and the cold water couldn't be watered thoroughly.

"Damn it..." With a low curse, he pulled a bath towel and tied it on his waist and went out of the bathroom.

Just sat on the bed, a slender hand stretched out from the quilt, delicate touch let him breathe a tight, opened the quilt.

The untidy anshiqi fell into his eyes.