Everyone was full of curiosity and envy, and turned their heads to look.

Rong Qin widened her eyes, but she didn't expect that he chose herself at first sight. She pointed at herself, "Me?"

The foreman hurriedly said, "Your Madam Jue called you, you, why don't you come here quickly?"

Rong Qin felt a little excited. She quickly stepped forward. As soon as she walked to the man, Mo Nanjue raised his hand to stop her approaching, "Stand there."

The foreman brought a few bottles of whiskey and opened them one by one as the man told him.

Mo Nanjue put up one leg and raised his eyes to look at her, "It's all drunk."

Rong Qin was stunned, "What?"

"Being my woman, you must know how to drink," Mo Nanjue reached out and tapped on the crystal table twice, "Let me see your courage."

Rong Qin looked at the whiskey on the table. It was a very large bottle. Not to mention that it was wine, even if it was water, it would be overwhelming if it was drinking it...

Rong Qin bit her lower lip, and the foreman hit her with his elbow when he saw this, "What are you doing when you are stunned? Mr. Jue asked you to drink to give you face. Do you think anyone can have this opportunity?"

The implications in the words are very obvious, and Rong Qin cannot not understand. If she missed this opportunity today, it is hard to say whether she can see Mo Nanjue again in the future.

She no longer hesitated, reached out to hold the wine bottle, raised her head and poured it into her mouth.

The spicy smell rushed into my throat. Rong Qin forced herself to drink it. The orange-yellow liquid slid from the corner of her mouth into the collar, making it cold and harsh.

Mo Nanjue lit a cigarette, and he leaned against the sofa, and the white smoke made the man's handsome face hazy.

A bottle of wine was put down.

Mo Nanjue's thin lips lightly exhaled the smoke rings, "Continue."

Rong Qin picked up the second bottle again...

Three bottles of iced whiskey were poured down in a row. Rong Qin was already dizzy and drunk so much that she couldn't tell the difference between the east, west, south and north. She shook her hand holding the bottle and fell down with a bang.

The whole person also fell on the carpet.

The foreman looked at it and shook his head. Just this little alcohol tolerance still wants to climb to Jue Shao?

Mo Nanjue kept smiling thinly. He pressed the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, got up and walked outside, "carry it out."

The foreman was stunned and instantly understood the meaning of coming over. He hurriedly called a waiter to come and carry Rong Qin out.

The people behind him also went out and saw Rong Qin being put into the man's Bugatti Viahang with their own eyes.

The sports car drove out in a flash, and the girls who followed him sighed, "Why didn't I choose? Rong Qin doesn't know where it's better, so she's purer?"

The foreman stood by, and was not surprised to hear this, "This is normal. Which man doesn't like purer now? The woman who brought Qianhuan before was held in his palm, seemed to be purer than the one just now, and looked quite similar."

Jinhuan Hotel.

Mo Nanjue parked the sports car across the door. He pushed the door and got out of the car. The waiter hurriedly greeted him and carried the woman in the back seat of the car out.

The VIP suite on the top floor was ready. Mo Nanjue raised his leg and walked in. The waiter placed Rong Qin on the snow-white big bed. "Mr. Jue, do you have any instructions?"

"Go down."

"yes."

The waiter took the door with him after exiting.

Mo Nanjue leaned against the table, with a cigarette between his slender index finger, and the stormy smoke set off the atmosphere in the room. On the big bed, the woman lying on the lying down was drunk and turned over from time to time, obviously not feeling comfortable sleeping.
Chapter completed!