Chapter 692

Ye Qingqiu smiled, and directly rang the bell to find the waiter, asking him to bring ten bottles of Louis XIII.

Sitting next to Yin Ruijue and drinking two cups, Ye Qingqiu's face turned red.

She didn't know how to drink at all before, and she was almost drunk.

It's fine now, but the amount of alcohol...

Maybe it's not really alcohol at all.

At most, it can be regarded as barely able to drink two glasses.

She drank too easily on her face, and her alcoholic head hurt.

It is said that people who drink alcohol easily get drunk are not easy to get drunk. I don't know if this is true.

But every time after drinking, I feel that I seem to have reached my limit, and my head hurts badly, but my thinking seems to be getting clearer and clearer.

Yin Ruijue was playing with other people, so she leaned on the sofa and turned to chat with Shen Fanxing.

She can talk about any topic in all directions.

Even though she was the one who asked again most of the time, Shen Fanxing replied lightly.

Yin Ruijue drank a little too much, went back to the sofa and sat down, Ye Qingqiu moved back to his side again.

Passed the wine on the side to Yin Ruijue's hand.

Yin Ruijue understood Ye Qingqiu's purpose, she just wanted to make money.

"Ye Qingqiu, are you trying to force me to death?"

Yin Ruijue looked sideways at her, this cold-blooded and heartless woman.

After correcting her many times, she is now called Mingyan, but Yin Ruijue couldn't change her words, so Ye Qingqiu followed him.

"Young Master Yin, you should be responsible for drinking to death in a bar, and I can't escape being responsible. I don't have the guts to do so."

hypocritical!

Yin Ruijue pouted.

Is there anything in this world that Ye Qingqiu dare not do?

However, he did not delve into this issue.

He put the wine glass in his hand to his mouth and took a sip, then turned his head and asked her, "Are you short of money?"

Ye Qingqiu took a sip of the wine in his hand, chuckled lightly, leaned one shoulder against the sofa, his slightly drunk eyes were a little red, but added a bit of charming charm.

"Lack, who will do this if there is no shortage of money?"

Her calmness made everyone present feel more and more that the person in front of her was the famous smoker from Mansion No. 8, not Ye Qingqiu.

The former Ye Qingqiu was free and unrestrained in front of anyone, and she could say whatever she pleased.

But only in front of Li Tingshen, no.

Yin Ruijue began to be puzzled again, he realized that he had never understood this woman Ye Qingqiu.

"Ye Qingqiu, do you still know who we are?"

This question made everyone in the box quiet again.

Still know who they are?

A question about the past.

Even Shen Fanxing looked at Yin Ruijue, frowning slightly.

The man in the corner also slowly raised his eyes at this moment, and fixed them directly on her face through the dim light.

Ye Qingqiu blinked, and a pair of reddish eyes lightly rolled around Yin Ruijue's face.

The atmosphere in the whole box was a bit eerie.

Ye Qingqiu suddenly chuckled, and there was something inexplicable in his soft voice.

"Of course it's a guest."

"..."

There was a dead silence in the air again.

Now, in her eyes, they are not friends, not classmates, nor former lovers, but just - guests.

Everyone didn't know what they were expecting just now. Anyway, this answer was the worst.

His face became hotter and hotter, Ye Qingqiu put down his wine glass, stood up slowly, and said:

"I'm sorry, Young Master Yin, I might need to go to the bathroom."