I run a hotel in Huangshan

Chapter 43 Shura Field

Peng Ruilin frowned, "Han Qingyue, why are you so nervous?"

Han Qingyue subconsciously took a step back, "Why did you follow me? You're haunting me!"

Peng Ruilin smiled faintly, "I saw you rushing out, so I thought you were in trouble, so I followed you out to see what was going on."

Han Qingyue smiled helplessly, "Then I have to thank the big star for his concern!"

Just as Han Qingyue was about to go back, she heard steady footsteps in the corridor. She looked up and saw Lu Siqing walking across from her. He paused, his cold gaze drifting towards the sink.

Peng Ruilin had his back to him, and his tall body just blocked Han Qingyue in front of his chest.

Lu Siqing frowned and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

Han Qingyue took in his expression and even the movement of turning around. She smiled secretly. This jealous guy seemed very angry and was probably looking for her.

Peng Ruilin raised his hand and waved it in front of her eyes. "What are you looking at?"

Han Qingyue quickly recovered and said with a smile, "Let's go back quickly, otherwise it will be troublesome if someone takes a photo of you and me together. You don't want to cause a scandal, do you?"

After she finished speaking, she quickly walked around Peng Ruilin and headed towards the Chinese restaurant.

Peng Ruilin looked at her from behind, a self-deprecating smile escaping his lips. He had always been afraid of getting involved with other women, keeping them at a distance. Now, this woman actually despised him. This was completely unexpected!
He touched his chin playfully, feeling that Han Qingyue was becoming more and more interesting.

A few minutes later, Lu Siqing and Peng Ruilin returned to the Chinese restaurant. Seeing them return, a new round of toasts began.

Han Qingyue offered a toast first, followed by Zhou Chenyu. As the owner and shareholder of the Qingxin Hotel, they were the organizers of the wrap-up banquet, so they naturally had to fulfill their duties as hosts and take good care of the guests.

Lu Siqing was not to be outdone. After Zhou Chenyu toasted him, he also toasted him and drank it all in one gulp.

After a few drinks, everyone at the table started chatting. Han Qingyue felt a little tired. Seeing Zhou Chenyu talking to Shang Yang and the staff, she took out her phone and casually browsed the messages.

Peng Ruilin took out his cell phone and gently nudged Han Qingyue with his elbow. Han Qingyue looked up at him.

He flashed his signature smile: "Qingyue, what's your WeChat number? I'd like to add you as a friend."

Han Qingyue was slightly stunned and declined politely: "I don't use WeChat very often."

Peng Ruilin naturally knew that she said this on purpose, simply because she didn't want to add him on WeChat. He was neither anxious nor annoyed, and said with a smile: "I don't use WeChat very often, so let's add WeChat. I won't chat with you unless there is something important."

Having said that, Han Qingyue couldn't refuse anymore, so she added him on WeChat and followed each other on Weibo.

Lu Siqing went to the bathroom and didn't see this scene. Zhou Chenyu, who was opposite, felt annoyed when he saw them holding their phones and chatting enthusiastically.

He picked up the wine glass and drank it all, then said to Han Qingyue: "Qingyue, pass the wine!"

Han Qingyue looked up when she heard the voice and saw Zhou Chenyu looking at her with an empty wine glass, and a decanter was placed in front of her.

She quickly put down her phone, picked up the decanter with both hands and placed it on the revolving table.

Shang Yang, who was standing opposite, saw this and said, "Boss Han, Boss Zhou, how about you two have a drink together?"

Han Qingyue readily accepted Shang Yang's proposal. Whether it was because of Zhou Chenyu's dual identity as a shareholder and partner, or his contribution to Qingxin Hotel, she should toast him.

She smiled, stood up, and walked over to Zhou Chenyu to pour him a glass of wine. The mellow red wine poured from the decanter into the glass, splashing a hint of orchid, just like Zhou Chenyu's current mood, which was tangled and confusing.

Han Qingyue raised her glass and said respectfully, "Mr. Zhou, this is a toast to you!"

Zhou Chenyu drank too much and felt a little dizzy. When they clinked glasses, the glass shook violently and the red wine splashed out, flowing along the rim of the glass onto the back of Han Qingyue's hand and clothes.

The person next to her immediately handed over a tissue, and Han Qingyue wiped it off. Zhou Chenyu's face was full of apology, "Sorry, Qingyue, I'm a little drunk!"

"It's okay, just wipe it off." Han Qingyue smiled and didn't mind.

After saying that, she tilted her head back and poured the wine into her mouth. The spicy taste of the alcohol made her close her eyes slightly.

Zhou Chenyu knew her alcohol tolerance, and every time she gulped, his heart ached. He really wanted to snatch her glass and drink it for her, but with so many people watching, he couldn't show his concern for her, lest he draw criticism.

After finishing the drink, Han Qingyue placed the empty glass on the table, wiped the corner of her mouth, and smiled at everyone, "I'll excuse myself and go to the bathroom."

The red wine seemed to take effect quickly, her head felt swollen and a little dizzy, and she took every step very cautiously. After leaving the Chinese restaurant, she leaned against the wall involuntarily, and began to regret why she drank a whole glass of wine.

"Ms. Han, what's wrong with you?" The waiter at the door noticed that she was not feeling well and came forward to ask with concern.

"I'm fine, you go ahead and do your work!" Han Qingyue smiled at him.

"Pour your CEO Han a glass of honey water. She's drunk too much." Peng Ruilin's voice came from the side. He saw that Han Qingyue was upset and followed her out.

"Yes, I'll be there right away!" the waiter agreed and left.

"Qingyue, why do you always like to show off in everything? You try to be strong even though you can't even drink!" Peng Ruilin walked forward to support her, half blaming her and half feeling sorry for her.

Han Qingyue was about to speak when she looked up and saw Lu Siqing standing behind Peng Ruilin.

"She's not trying to be strong, she's trying to be strong!" Lu Siqing corrected.

Peng Ruilin turned his head towards the source of the sound. He and Lu Siqing were both about 1.85 meters tall. Their eyes met almost parallel to each other, sparking countless sparks and making crackling sounds.

Han Qingyue thought, oh no, these two are going to get into a fight.

"Yes, I like her strong-willedness. She is much cuter than those little girls who only know how to dress up and do nothing." Peng Ruilin continued.

"Oh? You like her? Qingyue has many suitors, she doesn't need you to like her!" Lu Siqing showed no sign of weakness.

Seeing that a confrontation was about to begin, Han Qingyue, suppressing her dizziness, walked between the two men. She looked first at Lu Siqing and then at Peng Ruilin, and said helplessly, "My two lords, for the sake of my dizziness, could you please be quiet for a while? Your quarrel makes me even more dizzy."

While the three of them were talking, the waiter had already brought the honey water and was waiting by the side.

The two men were arguing with each other and didn't notice at all. Han Qingyue smiled, took the cup of water, drank the honey water, then turned around and walked back to the Chinese restaurant.

Seeing Han Qingyue leave, the two of them felt bored and followed her back.

Shang Yang and his staff had a very good alcohol tolerance. By the end of the dinner, almost all the white and red wine on the table had been drunk.

Han Qingyue was still dizzy and sat in a chair to rest. Zhou Chenyu and Lu Siqing walked to the door to see someone off on her behalf. When Peng Ruilin was around, the two of them were particularly harmonious.

"Mr. Han, look, this is what the customer just dropped." The waiter handed the brown handbag in his hand to Han Qingyue to see.

As soon as Han Qingyue saw the bag, her temples bulged instantly. She remembered that Peng Ruilin had taken this bag.

"It's Peng Ruilin's. Go chase him. Maybe he hasn't left yet!" Han Qingyue said hurriedly.

"Okay, Mr. Han, I'll go right away!" The waiter agreed and ran out. Not long after, he came back with the bag in his hand.

"Boss Han, they had already left when I went out."

Han Qingyue sighed and, under the influence of alcohol, called Peng Ruilin.

(End of this chapter)