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Red light was waiting for him, causing Zuo Zixian to feel anxious. She did not get used to being alone in this semi-enclosed space with him, she only felt awkward.

Besides, so many things had happened that she hadn't had time to clear her mind.

She had heard what he and Mika had said, and although she hadn't heard much of Mika's voice, she could feel Mika's displeasure.

Furthermore, Ling Yiheng's attitude made her feel both surprised and conflicted at the same time.

She kept telling herself that he was Mika's fiancé and that he should go back to Mika, but subconsciously she was glad he hadn't left, grateful for his explanation and his estrangement from Mika.

Is she despicable? Zuo Zixian had no way to judge himself, but he felt a sense of guilt.

As the last red light turned green, Zuo Zixian's phone rang. It was Wechat from Tabolte.

She glanced at Ling Yiheng and immediately picked up the call, "Hey, Tabolte, what's the matter?"

"What?" Tonight? " When Zuo Zixian heard the news from Tabolte over there, he was a little surprised.

One of the suppliers asked to meet her for a meal tonight and then discuss the supply.

"Alright, I understand. Tabolte, tell me how he contacted us." Although he was in a hurry, Zuo Zixian did not want to give up any opportunities.

Currently, this batch of raw materials was what the winery needed the most. Without the raw materials, it meant that there would be no new wine that could be placed on the shelves next season. At that time, the entire Dix winery would face collapse.

After Tabolte gave Zuo Zixian the method of communication, she immediately made a call.

It was a fluent Chinese woman who answered the phone. She sounded bigger than Zuo Zixian, but she was polite. When he found out that she was also Chinese, he was both surprised and happy. He immediately arranged a meeting with her at 7 pm.

Hearing that she was going out, Ling Yi Heng frowned slightly. He glanced at his watch. It was five fifty.

He knew where the restaurant she had arranged with him was. It was ten kilometers away from where she was now. If there was no traffic jam on the road, he would arrive on time.

"Please, stop the car. I have something to do, so I won't be going back to the hotel." Zuo Zi Wu said to Ling Yi Heng politely.

A hint of darkness flashed in the man's eyes. He really didn't like her treating him with such a polite tone, as if she was talking to a stranger. However, it seemed that this woman could not be changed.

"I'll take you there. You won't be able to get a taxi even if you wait here for half an hour." He wasn't going to let her get out of the car.

Zuo Zixian was slightly stunned and wanted to open his mouth to reject her, but then he rushed to open his mouth in front of her, "I can accompany you to see the supplier, maybe there's something I can help you with."

Help her? Help her again? Zuo Zixian no longer dared to think about how much she owed him. If he continued to help her, she would never be able to repay him for the rest of her life.

However, seeing how determined he was, she knew it was hard to refuse, and she didn't have the time to argue with him right now.

Therefore, after only hesitating for about ten seconds, she gave in. "Alright then, I'll have to trouble you."

He did not like to hear her say that, but seeing that she wanted him to accompany her, he gave it up.

Zuo Zixian, who had seen the traffic jams in the most developed cities in the United States and France, was not surprised. However, he was worried that being late for the first meeting would leave a bad impression on the other party, so he kept anxiously looking at the time on his watch.

He had to admit that Ling Yiheng's driving skills were really excellent, maintaining a steady pace while silently accelerating.

After blocking half a dozen traffic lights, he was able to bring her to the hotel on time.

"Hello, are you Miss Zuo?"

The moment Zuo Zixian got out of the car, he heard the steady sound of a woman's voice, accompanied by the sound of graceful yet orderly high heels stepping on the ground.

She looked up and saw a middle-aged woman with short hair. She wore light makeup and looked very dignified. She was wearing a brown coloured training dress and had a very extraordinary temperament.

Beside her stood a middle-aged man who appeared to be very friendly. The two of them seemed to be husband and wife.

"Hello, are you Manager Song?" Zuo Zixian greeted the other person, smiled lightly, and extended his hand to shake hers.

"Yes, I am Song Yunzhi, and this is my husband. His surname is Xiao." Song Yunzhi politely introduced.

"Hello, Manager Song. Hello, Mr. Xiao."

When she greeted them, Ling Yiheng also got out of the car and walked in front of them.

When Song Yunzhi saw Ling Yiheng, her eyes lit up as if she had discovered something. However, she quickly covered it up.

"Miss Zuo, this is …" Song Yunzhi asked hesitantly.

Zuo Zixian looked at Ling Yiheng and covered his embarrassment as he said, "He is another co-operative of our family's winery and is also my friend. His surname is Ling."

For a moment, she didn't know how to explain the reason why she had brought Ling Yiheng here, so she could only introduce him.

"Hello, Manager Song. My company has just opened up a red wine industry, so I wanted to take this opportunity to meet you. Perhaps, I will also purchase raw materials from you." Ling Yiheng, on the other hand, was calm and collected, and his words also caught Manager Song's interest.

She felt that she had met Ling Yiheng somewhere before, but could not recall where. However, when he heard that the other party was going to buy the raw materials, a happy smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Okay, then let's hope we can work together. "Alright, let's go in. I've already booked a room." As he spoke, Manager Song invited them in with a warm attitude.

His husband was leading the way, and the two of them seemed to have a very loving relationship.

After sitting inside, Ling Yiheng and Zuo Zixian were naturally arranged to sit together while Manager Song and her husband sat across from them.

The few of them chatted as they ate. They had probably talked over the industry chains of the several large wineries. However, when it came to the Dix Restaurant, other than Ling Yiheng, the others' expressions seemed to have changed.

Zuo Zixian's heart pounded. He was afraid that if the other party found out that Dix was facing bankruptcy, they would back down. At that time, not only would they be unable to cooperate, it would also not be good for Dix's reputation.

Ling Yiheng looked at her in silence, and then said to Manager Song in a light voice: "Dix winery is my favorite new French winery. Although the other big wineries were famous and had a large number of fans around the world, Dix winery was one of the few wineries founded by the Chinese, which had a different meaning to the Chinese. And the wine produced by Dix will always have a new tone to it that is suitable for young people. It will be able to keep up with the trend and will not be too expensive to be a rising star in a world-class winery. "

His words were simple, every word was reasonable. He praised Dix Winery, but he didn't seem to be purposeful. It was so natural that people would have a good impression of Dix Winery.

Song Yunzhi and her husband nodded their heads repeatedly and looked approvingly at Zuo Zixian, "Yes, we also think that Dix winery is very promising. In the future, there will definitely be more people who will drink the wine from Dix winery."

For some reason, as they chatted, Song Yunzhi had someone bring them wine. Even though Zuo Zizhen had heard that drinking and building up a friendship was necessary for domestic business, he was still caught off guard by her sudden encounter.

Furthermore, this wine was not red wine, but a famous white spirit in Ming City.

When she heard Song Yunzhi excitedly introduce this wine to her, she took a sip and only wanted to taste it. However, before she could savor the aftertaste, she saw Song Yunzhi raise her wine cup and clink it with her own, before gulping it down in one gulp.

Zuo Zizhen momentarily blanked out and wanted to say that his alcohol tolerance was not good and he couldn't drink like this, but he felt that it wasn't polite. What he was afraid of was if the other party didn't cooperate with her because of this anger.

Thus, after some thought, Zuo Zixian still forced himself to drink that cup of wine.

She thought a drink would be enough for her, but she didn't expect Song Yunzhi to think she could drink it. She immediately poured another for her.

Zuo Zixian could only drink it, and as the two talked and drank, she also didn't know how many cups she drank. She only knew that her brain was starting to feel dizzy, and even the faces of Song Yunzhi and her husband were becoming a little blurry.

She had never known that this wine that had the fragrance of osmanthus could have such a strong aftereffect. She almost couldn't sit still.

Zuo Zixian tried very hard to raise himself up, and pulled on Ling Yiheng's sleeve under the table, secretly reminding him that he was drunk.

When Ling Yiheng turned and looked at her, Zuo Zixian's head had already limply leaned on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, she's drunk." Ling Yiheng hurriedly apologized to Song Yunzhi and her husband in front of him. He never thought that this girl would be so insufferable.

Song Yunzhi and her husband naturally didn't mind, they only smiled and told him to send Zuo Zixian back early.

The collaboration this time was basically a deal. They were satisfied with Dix's winery and their offer, and then it was time to set the contract.

Ling Yiheng didn't stay any longer. After greeting them, he hurriedly left with Zuo Zixian.

He didn't even realize how gentle his expression had been when he had taken care of her drunk body.

Seeing how drunk she was, and even disobediently grabbing onto his arm, he didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.

"He's obviously good at studying red wine, but I didn't expect that he would get drunk just by drinking a few cups of osmanthus wine." With a helpless smile, he helped her up onto the back seat and lay down flat.

Zuo Zixian seemed to have felt something, and hurriedly sat up, then grabbed his arm without letting go, wrapping around him like a child, and even whispering coquettishly.

"Don't go …" Her eyes were closed as she spoke indistinctly, and her rosy cheeks were filled with delicacy.