C15

In the room next door.

Wang Youhan gracefully crossed her legs, seeing that Zheng Feiyue, who had just washed her face, had sat down like nothing had happened, he raised his head and asked sternly: "Who allowed you to sit?"

Zheng Feiyue laughed, maybe it was because he was drunk, but his laughter did not carry much respect, "President Wang, although I am your employee, but now is a private time, you have no right to order me about anything."

Wang Youhan choked, her face becoming sullen and angry, but very quickly, she sneered: "Alright, you have a personality, then let me ask you, are those girls in the private room my employees?"

Zheng Feiyue nodded his head, there was nothing to hide, he could not hide it either.

"Borrowing a position to make a girl out of me? Does Manager Zheng really know how to play?" Wang Youhan laughed disdainfully, "Do you really think that you can take care of more than a dozen at a time?"

Honestly speaking, Zheng Feiyue felt that he was wronged upon hearing this. Tonight, when he came out to sing, he had always been the leader of the group.

However, seeing Wang Youhan's look of despise, he knew that explaining was useless. Furthermore, why would he, Zheng Feiyue, need to explain himself to anyone?

"Heh heh. Zheng Feiyue laughed, thinking that since he was the leader, he should save some face for him, otherwise, with brother's temper, the leader would have to take revenge.

Wang Youhan said coldly: "Shameless!"

Zheng Feiyue took a deep breath, endured his rage and said: "President Wang, if there's nothing else, I'll head over first. The colleagues in the private box are still waiting for me to sing."

The furious Wang Youhan, when she heard the word "singing", instantly exploded with anger.

Singing?!

[You actually dare to bring up a song when you like to take someone off-key?]

Who gave you the courage?

Liang Jingru?!

Wang Youhan felt like she was going crazy. Tonight, everything was not going well for her, the company was in a mess and her family was in a mess. She finally found the time to sing and relax, but she met Zheng Feiyue who was too angry.

"Don't 'talktomelikethat!" Whodoyouthinkyouare? Youareoutofyou! Getoutofmyface! " Under the attack of the rage, Wang Youhan opened her mouth and spoke in a standard London accent.

Zheng Feiyue's face sank. He had graduated from university and his English was above level 4, this kind of simple sentence could still be understood. The translation was: "Don't talk to me like that! Who do you think you are? Something's wrong with your head, disappear from my sight! "

Zheng Feiyue leaped into the air and glared at him fiercely: "I'm warning you, if not for the fact that you are my leader, I would have already taught you a lesson!"

Wang Youhan was still fearless as she sneered: "You want to make a move? This is my territory, do you want to try moving it? "

Just as the atmosphere was in a deadlock, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Wang Youhan frowned, even in her rage, she still maintained her good cultivation.

The waiter pushed open the door and on the tray, there was a bottle of red wine that was written in Chinese. Seeing the ice-cold Wang Youhan and the furious Zheng Feiyue, he was startled for a moment before asking: "Boss, are you alright?"

"Tell me about you." Wang Youhan said, she caressed her hair and her fingers trembled slightly.

The waiter quickly said, "The manager said he saw your friend and asked me to bring you a bottle of wine."

"Friends?" Wang Youhan glanced at Zheng Feiyue, and said with a sneer: "Put the wine down. Then, without my permission, no one is allowed to enter!"

The waiter quickly put down the wine and carefully pushed out of the box. Then, he saw a group of beauties secretly watching from outside.

"You all …"

The moment the waiter opened his mouth, the beauties immediately covered it with their hands.

"The atmosphere between the two isn't quite right. The supervisor seems to be angry."

"God bless, the supervisor will have to restrain himself and never make a move..... Otherwise it's over! "

"It's all our fault, we just had to get our manager to sing. Should we go in and explain it to him?"

"If the CEO is angry, who would dare to go in?"

Within the room.

The two of them gazed at the bottle of wine at the same time.

"Brandy - BRANDY, my favorite in England." Wang Youhan said coldly, "What kind of ability does singing have? Only after drinking strong alcohol can one be considered a true man! "

Zheng Feiyue narrowed his eyes, "Then do you want to prove that I am a true man? No need to go through so much trouble, the Leader can definitely give it a try personally. "

These flowery words angered Wang Youhan, a chill flashed past her eyes, "As long as you can drink and win against me, I will accompany you in trying!"

Hearing that, although Zheng Feiyue knew that these were the boss's words, his eyes still shone brightly.

The Wang Youhan tonight, no matter how she dressed or how she spoke, was completely different from the tall and mighty CEO a few days ago. The feeling it gave him was that although it was a bit more unreasonable, it was also much easier to get close to him. If there really was a chance, he would seize it and give it a shot …

"You're the Leader, so you have to keep your word." Zheng Feiyue decided to let go of the grudge first. Everyone drink first, before deciding whether or not they want to get rid of the grudge after drinking.

He was confident that he had a decent amount of alcohol. He was going to risk it tonight. He would either die at the table or in bed.

Wang Youhan took the bottle, "Wait! Dry-drinking has no technical content, dice? A drinking order? Poker? "It's up to you."

Zheng Feiyue laughed coldly: "You're saying all these is meaningless."

"Oh?" Wang Youhan said: "Then tell me something interesting."

Zheng Feiyue smiled confidently: "I have scissors in my hand, since I lost, I will drink. Do you dare?"

Wang Youhan: "..."

"Scared?"

"I believe in your evil, wine!" Wang Youhan said loudly. This kind of unbridled feeling made her feel inexplicably happy about releasing him.

Zheng Feiyue shouted towards the door: "Open it!"

Outside the door.

When the surrounding ladies saw that their manager had filled all the glasses and placed them between him and the CEO, they understood that this was a contest of wine and immediately felt a mixture of admiration and admiration for him.

"It's over, the two of them really just started fighting!"

"I'm more curious about whether it's a punch or a die."

"Why do you always feel like the supervisor will lose?"

"Holy sh * t, Rock Scissor Cloth!" They're playing rock scissor steps! "

Other than the simple convenience of being able to play with three-year-old children, there was another characteristic of the scissor cloth: it had a very fast tempo. The time it took to determine victory or defeat was only a second.

One glass of wine per second, what sort of concept was that?

This meant that in at most a few minutes, the bottle of liquor would be finished.

"Let's say it first. Drink when you lose, no one is allowed to act shamelessly. Whoever vomits first or surrender first will be the one to lose." Zheng Feiyue stared at Wang Youhan, who was in front of him, and realised that a beauty was a beauty.

Wang Youhan extended her pure white wrist, and said confidently: "Since I was young, I have never lost."

"That's great, I'll take a blood sample from you." Zheng Feiyue said, and at the same time, silently activated the Straight-a System. In the next second, all sorts of factors related to Wang Youhan's expression, breathing, and eyes, were all transformed into lines of information and transmitted into his mind.

Wang Youhan raged: "Go and die!"

What could be the easiest thing to drop for a person who is angry?

Scissor!

Because scissors are the most aggressive.

Zheng Feiyue calmly made his judgement and then decisively threw a punch.

Sure enough, Wang Youhan used scissors.

"You lost. Drink." Zheng Feiyue laughed.

Wang Youhan picked up his wine cup and drank it off, then unwillingly said, "I was just lucky."

Zheng Feiyue stared intently into her eyes, the anger in her eyes burning even more, but a look of pondering flashed past her eyes, thus he judged that he would still use his scissors.

Rock scissor cloth!

Zheng Feiyue had guessed it right again, Wang Youhan's scissors again.

After drinking another cup of wine, Wang Youhan's charming face reddened slightly as she said: "You have enough guts to even throw a punch."

Zheng Feiyue smiled. Wang Youhan was hinting at herself that if he followed her line of thinking, she would either use her fists or scissors to attack. Her thoughts were restricted, so she only had a one-third chance of winning.

On the other hand, Wang Youhan had a two-thirds chance of not losing.

Thus, he jumped out of the other party's mind to hint at his opponent. He didn't use his fists nor his scissors, he really did use it!

According to the theory of probability, this way, the situation would be reversed. He would have a two-thirds chance of not losing!

Zheng Feiyue's luck was good, the stone Wang Youhan threw out actually struck her own one-third chance of death.

The look in Wang Youhan's eyes changed.

Having lost three rounds in a row, she could faintly feel that her every move was within the opponent's control.