The Group Pet Goose is the White Moonlight of the Paranoid Boss

Gu Jiaheng got into the car and felt that this day was really bad luck.

Thinking about it, it still has something to do with Jiang Zhe. Is she taking revenge on herself, choosing Jiang Fanyue and pushing her into the fire pit?

...

Jiang Zhe got off the bus, and a green sports car with a super burnt bun stopped at the intersection.

Just as she stepped off the bus, a charming woman in a leather coat strode over and put one hand on Jiang Zhe's shoulder, "Miss, do you have an appointment?"

"What?" Jiang Zhe glanced at her and asked casually.

"Drinking, soaking up the handsome guy. Are you coming?"

"I'm not interested." Jiang Zhe shrugged while carrying his schoolbag.

"Don't, Xiao Zhe! I came back from abroad after a long journey, and I didn't come to be rejected by you."

She took off her sunglasses, revealing a charming face.

"Handsome guy, I'm not interested." Jiang Zhe's expression did not change.

"It's okay to drink! I, Yang Feiliu, will only fly after drinking!"

Jiang Zhe was pulled onto the supercar by Yang Feiliu, his face full of helplessness.

Yang Feiliu is wearing a leather jacket and a leather skirt, and the fabric is super-saving and light, and outlines the ravine in the chest.

Driving in the car is as hot as her outfits. Every time Jiang Zhe takes her car, she misses public transportation.

"Let me tell you, the last time I got the good wine from Yemeng, I sent it back to China with all my hard work, and I kept two bottles for you. Why don't you try it today?"

Jiang Zhe has heard her mention these two bottles of wine countless times. Wine is Yang Feiliu's lifelong hobby.

A good bottle of wine can hang on her mouth for years.

A bottle of good wine obtained from Yemeng, Jiang Zhe knew that if he refused again, he would be taken to the grave by Yang Feiliu.

The car stopped at the door of the bar with a swipe, Jiang Zhe got out of the car, stepped on the solid ground, and followed Yang Feiliu into a bar.

The two of them appeared at the door of the bar together, and countless gazes seemed to be wild beasts looking for their prey, and they all fell on them.

Yang Feiliu is hot and sexy, and her clothes are even hotter.

Jiang Zhe is cold and flirtatious, but his long legs are full of presence, protruding from the school uniform skirt, long and straight.

As soon as the two walked in, the gazes they cast over also turned from scrutiny to fiery.

"Sit." Yang Feiliu picked a seat first and sat down.

Jiang Zhe sat down with him, his slender legs resting at will, and his school uniform was particularly eye-catching in the bar.

The look on her face was inexplicably frightening. Those staring eyes didn't dare to stay on her for a while, and they all turned to Yang Feiliu, as if they could get something from her with their eyes.

Yang Feiliu snapped his fingers, and a waiter came over immediately.

"Two bottles of the best wine, and a bottle of the wine I have with you."

Soon, the wine came.

Two of the bottles were the top red wine in this bar, and the other bottle, unlabeled and unpackaged, lay plain in front of the two of them.

"Let me tell you, Xiao Zhe, you must try this wine, I'm sure you will fall in love with it after drinking it." Yang Feiliu said while pouring the wine, "Anyway, with you here tonight, is it alright for me to drink more?"

"Drink whatever you want." Jiang Zhe brought his small half cup, "I'll drink this much."

"Try it now. I got it from Yemeng, how does it taste?"

Yang Feiliu and Jiang Zhe clink glasses.

Jiang Zhe has no interest in wine and almost never drinks.

On the other hand, Yang Feiliu is addicted to alcohol. Hearing that there is good wine, he will ask for a drink if he goes out.

Jiang Zhe took a sip. This wine has a mellow taste, but it tastes good unexpectedly.

Every time Jiang Zhe took a sip, Yang Feiliu would taste half a cup.

She hadn't finished drinking half of the cup, and Yang Feiliu's bottle was almost bottomed out.

"It's gone so soon?" Yang Feiliu didn't want to finish, he opened another wine bottle and poured half a glass.

She took a sip and spit it out, "What is this so unpleasant to drink?"

"From frugality to luxury is easy, and from luxury to frugality is difficult." Jiang Zhe took a sip of the wine in her glass and watched as she squirted out tens of thousands of bottles of red wine.

This one said less and sprayed hundreds of dollars out.

Yang Feiliu picked up the bottle without any label, and tossed it to her mouth again, until the last drop was gone before she put it down: "Can Yemeng be intercepted by others every few days? I It's better to follow along with some wine and make money."

"Yemeng's goods are so easy to cut?" Jiang Zhe put down the glass, and there was a rare blush on his face that was less than drinking.

"You said, if I go and buy Yemeng's goods myself..." Yang Feiliu smacking his mouth still.

Jiang Zhe glanced at her, "I may only bring you the wine I got for Qingming Festival."

"Bah bah bah." Yang Feiliu gave up this plan and lost interest in the high-end wine in the glass, "Xiao Zhe, look, at nine o'clock, there is a good little brother."

This is Yang Feiliu's after-drinking reserved show. It was all over the audience, passing through thousands of flowers, and none of the leaves touched her body.

Jiang Zhe watched her stand up unsurprisingly.

"I've been there now." Yang Feiliu straightened her clothes and got up.

When she was with the little handsome guy, Jiang Zhe had never been interested, so he lowered his head and replied to the message on his mobile phone.

In the WeChat group, Xiao Meng and Si Qing, who had already returned, were discussing the topic, and Jiang Zheshun wrote an answer in the past.

"That's it, we can't figure out this step. Where did you find the answer, Jiang Zhe?" Si Qing asked.

"Searched online."

"Oh." Si Qing responded, feeling strange, "What network?"

He searched for a long time just now and couldn't find this type of question, otherwise he wouldn't have discussed it with Xiao Meng on WeChat.

"Baidu." Jiang Zhe typed easily.

Yeah? Si Qing scratched the back of his head, does Baidu have it?

Is his Baidu not updated so backward?

Bar, private room on the second floor.

Five or six young men were sitting on the sofa chatting.

Three of them were fighting landlords, patronizing and chatting, and one of them lost a lot.

Qin Jingchen sat in the main seat, pinched his fingers and turned them gently.

Such a phenomenon is rare.

Not to mention seeing Lord Qin come to the bar, he didn't even drink alcohol before. He always had a cup of tea and a string of Buddhist beads, and he could sit quietly for an afternoon.

In the past few days, Master Qin came out more often, and everyone accepted this fact.

However, they have come, and they have been playing with their mobile phones, and I don't know who is waiting for news or what.

He Zizhou, who dealt the cards, turned around Feng Ye's arm: "What's the situation? Buddhist beads are not fun, Brother Chen has changed to play with his mobile phone?"

"Go, go, stop talking nonsense. Look at your card." Feng Ye took the card and pushed the man's arm back.

But he guessed it. Brother Chen, is he thinking about Jiang Zhe?

Isn't this a talent that went to Qin's house for a few days, and couldn't help but talk about it so quickly?