Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

Si Chen's small gesture was equivalent to announcing that her status as a real girlfriend was unshakable. The person who originally came to chat with him would occasionally find a topic to talk to her to avoid embarrassment. Lin Anxin secretly tugged several times without taking her hand out, so she had no choice but to stand next to him and act as a qualified vase, smiling throughout the process and adding a word or two at the right time.

Without Li Beijue, Si Chen's status became even more outstanding.

More and more people came around to strike up a conversation, and Lin Anxin didn't like this kind of occasion. Rather than socializing, she prefers to hide in a corner to eat and drink.

Perhaps because there were more and more people, a waiter in a tuxedo came towards them holding a cocktail tray.

Several people chatting asked for a cocktail.

Si Chen turned his head, looked at her lovingly with his noble peach blossom eyes, and asked softly, "Would you like a drink?"

The look of concentration on his face was so gentle that he was almost dripping with water.

Lin Anxin instantly felt the attention from all directions, and coughed awkwardly, "Uh, whatever."

"You can't drink alcohol that's too high. How about some fruit wine?" Si Chen's deep pupils shone faintly, with a hint of spring.

MMP!

Lin Anxin felt that the attention from all directions became more and more intense. How could she not know that this man did it on purpose. Deliberately showing affection in public! Damn it, what are you flirting with! She quietly pinched the flesh of someone's waist with her hand. Seeing his frozen smile in pain, she finally felt a little better. Lin Anxin's beautiful face showed a shy and timid expression that was more professional than him, and she acted like a well-behaved and sensible person, "Yes. I will listen to you."

For those who didn't know, I thought she usually got along with Si Chen like this.

The corner of Si Chen's mouth twitched twice, and he almost couldn't help but reach out and rub the fake expression on her face, but when he saw that she was deliberately pretending to be good, she was actually pinching him quietly. Somehow he thought of the fox. His eyes suddenly raised, and with a hint of amusement in his eyes, he said to the waiter, "Give me a cup of Midsummer Style."

The midsummer style in cocktails is peach wine, one of the fruit wines that women like to drink. The taste is sweet and sour, and girls generally like to order this kind of wine when they go to bars.

The alcohol content is not high, it is more like a drink than wine.

"Okay." The waiter took out a pink, beautiful tall wine glass from his tray and handed it over.

Just then, an accident happened. No one expected that his hand would suddenly slip and a whole glass of pink cocktail be poured onto the man's shirt.

The waiter's face changed with fright on the spot, and he immediately apologized, "Yes, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I'll bring you a towel... No, upstairs, there is a special place to change clothes upstairs."

For a top-level event like this, in order to prevent accidents, a special place for changing clothes is usually prepared. Several sets of men's and women's clothes are prepared in it to prevent guests attending the banquet from accidentally soiling their dresses and causing embarrassment.

Si Chen's chest was almost completely wet with the cocktail. The white shirt he wore today was particularly obvious when the colored cocktail spilled on his clothes.

What was more uncomfortable than the wine stains on my body was that my clothes were sticky and clinging to my body, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Si Chen frowned, and the waiter kept apologizing to him. He couldn't leave immediately before the banquet started. Even though he didn't want to, he let go of Lin Anxin's hand, came to her side and whispered, "I'm going to change clothes. Don't wander around. Stay here and wait for me." ”