"Cheng Zitong is drunk, let me go and take a look." She said as she walked out.

"Wait a minute," Fu's mother looked at her slightly protruding belly, "it's getting bigger every day, can you pay more attention?"

"I've found a new driver for you, and you can take it with you wherever you go from now on."

Fu's mother was not joking. As expected, there was a young girl waiting beside Fu Yuan'er's car.

"Lucy?" Fu Yuan'er recognized this person and was very surprised.

Lucy smiled and opened the car door: "Boss, I'm glad to serve you."

Fu Yuan'er was thinking about Cheng Zitong and had no time to ask too many questions. She only said: "I will drive for me tonight, and I will return to the company for my internship tomorrow."

Lucy nodded honestly "Yeah" and drove the car out of the garden.

The place where Cheng Zitong drank was a high-end club.

Fu Yuan'er met Xiao Quan at the door, who was walking in with two bottles of ice water.

"What's going on?" Fu Yuan'er asked.

"The ones drinking are all investors, and Mr. Cheng has already had three rounds of drinking with them." Xiao Quan told Fu Yuan'er.

Fu Yuan'er followed Xiaoquan to the outside of the box. Through the ajar door of the box, she saw several women surrounding Cheng Zitong toasting.

Cheng Zitong had no expression on his face, but he did not refuse the toasts and drank as much as he wanted.

"I told you, Mr. Cheng's drinking capacity is beyond your imagination." Someone said sarcastically.

Another person continued: "Don't worry, Cheng's company is gone. As long as you keep on drinking, the company will be there sooner or later."

"Yes, yes," another man pointed at the women, "you all work harder, whoever can get Mr. Cheng drunk, I will reward you heavily!"

"Hahaha..." A burst of unbridled laughter echoed in the box.

Fu Yuan'er understood clearly that these investors sent their secretaries to drink with Cheng Zi, while she stood aside and watched the fun.

"I didn't say I stopped drinking just now, why did I drink it again!" Xiaoquan stamped his feet worriedly.

"Is Cheng Zitong good at drinking?" Fu Yuan'er asked in a low voice.

"It's not bad." Xiaoquan said, "But Mr. Cheng usually doesn't participate in drinking parties."

Fu Yuan'er felt sad. Although his surname was Cheng, he might as well not have this surname.

"Is the matter almost settled?" Fu Yuan'er asked next.

"Look at the document on the table," Xiaoquan motioned to her, "Mr. Cheng just wanted to sign this. He had already agreed to sign just now..."

So, these people are deliberately making things difficult for him?
Chapter completed!