“MR. Vinci, please. Manager Chen walked at the front, like a waiter, leading several Italian men behind him to the box.

In this line, there were about a dozen people, Song Tiantian walked in the corner of the position, in the crowd, suddenly, she felt a pair of ill-intentioned hands stretched towards her waist, ambiguously pinched.

She subconsciously raised her head and looked at the leading man beside her who was called MR. Vinci by Manager Chen.

The man is burly, wearing an ironed silver-gray suit, blonde hair and blue eyes, angular facial features, and he still looks good, but her ill-intentioned behavior towards Song Tiantian just now instantly made Song Tiantian have no good impression of him.

Song Tiantian glanced at him with a warning look, and then kept his distance from him quietly.

The group walked into the box.

Song is conscientious in his duties as a translator.

It's just that she found that they rarely talked about cooperation, and more of a messy digression, and even in the end, the topic of those men fell on women without hesitation.

Song Tiantian's expression was obviously impatient.

Because she and the other high-ranking person in the box were women, and the high-ranking person was a few years old, and probably couldn't make a fuss about her, the men's attention was all focused on her, a young woman, and she was forced to drink glass after glass of wine under the coaxing of everyone.

If she continues like this, she will have to get drunk.

Their purpose was self-evident, and the man known as Mr. Vinci never took his eyes off her, his gaze was straight and naked.

Even Manager Chen noticed it, and he encouraged Song Tiantian to accompany him more, and almost asked her to sit directly on his lap like a three.

They kept pouring wine on her, if she was drunk, some things would naturally be much easier, this kind of trading on the wine game, the unspoken rules, Song Tilting was not strange, but it was not so easy to want her to get into the set.

When the man raised his glass to her for the Nth time, Song Tiantian put the wine glass in his hand on the table and stood up.

"I'm sorry, you guys drink first, I'll go to the bathroom."

Without waiting for them to react, she staggered forward, pushed open the box door, and walked out in a trance.

Outside, the corridor is wide and wide, and there is no end in sight, and the warm lights pour down and fall diagonally on the walls covered with world-famous paintings.

There was a blur in front of him, and there were many overlapping shadows, and Song Tilt was dizzy, and he couldn't tell the direction.

Suddenly, there was a sound, and a box door on his side was opened, and a group of people walked out of it, and by the sound, the group of people were all men.

Song Tiantian was a little dizzy, and his body slid down the wall uncontrollably.

She squatted on the ground, buried her head in it, and suppressed the nausea in her stomach and wanted to vomit.

Even though she was curled up in a small ball and crouched in the corner, the people noticed her.

"Yo, drunk chick? Can I pick it up? Someone said jokingly.

"Hi beauty!" A pair of salty pig hands stretched out towards Song.

"Fuck off." Song Tiantian impatiently opened the pair of salty pig hands.

Hearing the words 'get out', Tang Jingyun didn't hurry to move his gaze sideways and looked at the person squatting on the ground...... The handsome face was instantly gloomy to the extreme,

This drunken woman sitting on the ground is not his little wife, or is it?