My Wife Poke Me

Wen Zhu couldn't help but have a little more worry in his eyes.

This is white wine.

And Xiang Ji Chen also drank a lot just now.

Wen Zhu hesitated: "How about I do it myself——"

The man didn't even give her a chance to speak. He took the three glasses of white wine that the man poured and drank them all in one gulp.

"Mr. Xiang is so happy."

"Sure enough, men still can't pass the test of beauty."

"If it were me, I would be willing to stop drinking for a beautiful woman like Miss Wen."

When Wen Zhu heard everyone making fun of her and Xiang Jichen, she frowned slightly and subconsciously looked at the man.

And he sat there, leaning back in his chair, expressionless, and tapping his hand on the table.

In response to everyone's teasing, his eyes were calm and showed no signs of anger.

He even said in a low voice: "She is an employee of my company, and she will help me negotiate cooperation with your company tomorrow. If she is drunk, wouldn't it reduce work efficiency?"

Everyone laughed and said yes.

Wen Zhu felt relieved. He had a fiancée, so it was good that he had not been misunderstood.

She lowered her head and continued to eat like a transparent person, so she didn't notice a deep look looking over her.

Two hours later, the meal ended.

Feir drank a lot of wine and left first, supported by his secretary.

Wen Zhu and the others were the last to leave.

Other employees who were drunk and not drunk shared a car.

Someone asked Wen Zhu if he wanted to go with them. It was several male colleagues.

The man who was staring with his eyes closed opened his eyes and said, "She will take my car later."

They nodded and did not dare to ask any more questions. After saying goodbye, they left the restaurant.

Wen Zhu said warmly: "I have to thank the president for what happened today."

Xiang Jichen's eyes fell lightly on her, his eyes deep.

Even though he was drunk, Wen Zhu couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Is there something on her face? Why does he keep staring at him?

At this time, the silent man said, "Take my car back later."

Wen Zhu thought he just said that to Ji Chen to help her out.

But she never thought that he really wanted her to take his car back.

When Chen Chuan came back from going to the bathroom, he happened to hear these words. He said, "Ms. Wen, it's already 12 o'clock in the morning. You can take our car back. It's not safe for a girl to take a taxi."

Over the years, although Wen Zhu lived abroad, he had heard of girls riding alone in a car at night and encountering perverted drivers.

He would deliberately drive the car into the wilderness and cause physical harm to the girl.

Wen Zhu curled her lips and thanked her, "I'll spare your trouble."

Chen Chuan had just had a few sips of wine in the box and was unable to drive, so he called for a driver.

The driver is nearby and will arrive soon.

Chen Chuan sat in the passenger seat, while Wen Zhu and Xiang Jichen sat in the back.

Along the way, the man leaned behind the car seat and stared with his eyes closed.

But Wen Zhu keenly observed that his hand was always on his stomach.

Is it an upset stomach?

After getting out of the car, Wen Zhu couldn't help but ask Chen Chuan, "President, does he have a stomach problem?"

Chen Chuan looked at her and didn't hide anything, "Yes, the president drank a lot today. He probably had another stomach bug just now."

Wen Zhu said nothing.

She didn't have stomach problems, but she had seen her father in pain when he came back from socializing with stomach problems after drinking a lot of wine.

In order to hold back three glasses of white wine at the dinner, Xiang Jichen drank a lot himself.

So, it must be hard for him, right?