Jiang Shu's drinking ability has been getting better and better, and there is no need for sobering up soup at all. When Qingying picked her up at the convenience store downstairs, she took a bag of yogurt, but she only saw the woman who said she wanted to stay overnight walking calmly.
"Didn't you say you were drinking?"
"Not drunk."
Except for the fact that his hair was a little messy due to the wind, Jiang Shu looked very good.
"I thought I could drown my sorrows with wine." Qingying looked at the yogurt with disgust, and finally led her upstairs.
In the elevator, Jiang Shu casually joked, "There's no man hiding in the room, right?"
Qingying showed her watch with her backhand: "At this time, if there is a man, I can still let you in."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
"I heard that you met Wen Qiushi today and he made things difficult for you." Qingying opened the door.
"You are getting better and better informed."
Jiang Shu's words were unintentional, but Qingying stopped her movements and immediately smiled, "No matter what, I am now the popular person in front of Wen Jing."
Jiang Shu pulled out a box of Marlboros from somewhere, holding the long and thin cigarette on his slender fingers, which was pleasing to the eye.
She imitated Fu Shiyan and took a sip. She choked and coughed for a long time.
Qingying suddenly said: "Wen Su has 10% of the shares, and Fu Shiyan intends to help her win more."
Jiang Shu frowned unconsciously, and unexpectedly thought of the words Wen Su heard not long ago, happy candy?
She said oh, and when she came to her senses, Qingying had fallen asleep on the side.
It's extremely quiet on the phone.
Suddenly there was a vibrating sound, which only lasted for a second. It was an unknown number.
She picked it up, took a look, and called back, but no one answered.
When I called back, the phone on the other end was turned off.
The next day, before Qingying left, she left an invitation letter, "If you still want to fight for that project, you can go in my name tonight."
Jiang Shu opened it and saw that the name of the charity dinner on it was written Qingying.
She raised her eyes lazily, "Qingying, when you persuaded me to set up a studio, you were more passionate than you are now."
Qingying paused and didn't look back, "I'm being pushed away by reality. I want you to complete this dream that's a castle in the air for me."
The dinner was held in an antique hotel. The charity auction started first. After Jiang Shu exchanged pleasantries with the bosses around him, he focused on Minister Chen.
Qingying made a phone call directly: "Since it's charity, shoot whatever you like and it will be credited to my account."
Jiang Shu smiled helplessly: "A bit wealthy."
Fu Shiyan was not present today, but Wen Su was, dressed lightly, like a white magnolia in summer, with an alluring fragrance in every move. In just a short while, several men replaced the empty seats next to her.
She is no longer so delicate, and her temperament and image are completely different from the girl next door that Jiang Shu saw before, washing her hands and making soup.
It can be seen that she doesn't want to just be a young lady now, so she goes out for activities frequently.
There was a charity dinner a little later, and Jiang Shu didn't want to stay too long. After staying in a closed space for a long time, his chest felt tight and uncomfortable.
Nowadays, wherever she is, she can always hear gossips and unkind eyes, like a glow on her back. Jiang Shu is under tremendous pressure, but he is surrounded by familiar faces from Haicheng's upper class.
Unexpectedly, someone dared to come up to find trouble, and the cups and cups were clinked, "Miss Jiang, it's better to see once than to hear a hundred times."
Jiang Shu smiled politely and tilted his head slightly, "Who are you?"
It's a young man.
"My name is Shen Zhixing." He handed over a business card.