Chapter 35 Fuck you uncle
In Vanity Fair, Sang Nanxi has actually heard of a lot of things like this, but it is actually rare to actually encounter them.
She did when she first entered the industry, but she met investors. At that time, the group of people forced her to drink, so she just took her bag and left.
The investor withdrew, but she didn’t care about the money. She paid some of it herself and put it in advance.
Because of this, Chen Zhixia laughed at her for half a month, "How much money can you make from an exhibition? You have to pay so much."
Sang Nanxi was young and energetic, and said nonchalantly: "I'm happy when money can't buy you anything. This is called investing in yourself." Zhou Yubai complained, "Do you think she is a prodigal?"
Hold her The person just smiled: "Xixi is right."
Chen Zhixia raised his forehead and complained: "Sang Nanxi, you have led the aspiring young people of Beijing University into bad ways."
Sang Nanxi retorted on behalf of Zhou Yubai: "This is called money being like dung, what a noble quality."
It's just that this was the only time she did a loss-making business.
Besides, today is different from the past. She has already learned to compromise step by step and learn not to be so proud.
For some things, drinking a glass of wine may save you a lot of trouble.
The red wine in the glass swayed slightly, the dark red color was like scarlet blood, which made people sick.
Sang Nanxi took the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. She was not a person who gets drunk easily, but the moment this glass of wine entered her throat, it seemed that her chest was sticky and stuffy. It makes people breathless.
"Hahaha, Miss Sang has a good drinker, Chen Qiang, pour another drink for Miss Sang."
These people are used to being praised from above, and they are particularly worried about watching a beautiful beauty who is above them fall into the world of mortals. of enthusiasm.
Sang Nanxi watched the liquid in the cup fill up again. After three cups, her face only turned slightly red.
Someone joked: "I can't tell that Miss Sang has such a good drinking capacity."
"We can make an appointment to have fun together in the future."
Sang Nanxi raised his eyes to glance at the person who spoke and sneered.
The voice was not loud, but the place suddenly became cold.
Sang Nanxi held up the wine glass, leaned back on the chair, frowned slightly, and was too lazy to say anything else, and asked the person sitting next to her calmly: "Mr. Huang, why don't you just say it? , If I have a few more drinks, can the matter of this place be settled peacefully?"
Huang Shuo smiled slightly, as if he did not expect that she would speak so straightforwardly.
A few seconds later, Huang Shuo suddenly burst into laughter. The laughter was the harshest that Sang Nanxi had ever heard, and it made people's ears hurt.
"Miss Sang, you are a smart person."
The people in the room just looked at her, as if waiting for her next reply.
Some may be joking or mocking, but they have probably seen a lot of similar things, and the endings are pretty much the same.
It’s nothing more than a beauty compromising her power, lowering her eyebrows and weeping.
Sang Nanxi's temples twitched, feeling that the tight string in his mind seemed to be about to break.
But before Sang Nanxi could answer, the heavy metal door was pushed open, and someone whispered a few words into Huang Shuo's ear. He stood up in surprise and left in a hurry.
"Li Mu." She called in a low voice.
Soon, a tall and strong man walked up to her and asked her with a worried look on his face: "Sister Nanxi, are you okay?"
She shook her head with a look on her face. Being very drunk, she smiled and discussed with him: "Can we pay overtime pay for working overtime?"
Li Mu was stunned. Although he didn't understand what she meant, he still nodded.
Sang Nanxi stood up, and someone immediately stopped her: "Miss Sang, you haven't finished the wine yet. Where are you going?"
Li Mu stood in front of Sang Nanxi. , blocked those ugly hands for her.
Sang Nanxi looked around the table and specially selected an unopened bottle of red wine, which would look good when spilled.
She smiled: "Don't worry, I don't want to leave." Some things cannot be tolerated.
She raised the wine bottle in her hand, and there was a loud bang.
The wine bottle shattered, and the whitest wall in the room was covered with large red wine stains. The wine dripped down the wall and fell onto the precious wool carpet, becoming dense.
It's okay, she can afford it.
Sang Nanxi suddenly remembered the painting outside the corridor. Although it was not authentic, it was almost 90% restored.
A large number of pink roses fell from the sky. It was obviously extravagant to the extreme, but it made people unable to see any life.
The wall, which was a dark, almost purple color, looked like the most vivid roses blooming at the moment.
Sang Nanxi couldn't help but think that she was really talented in art, otherwise how could she have so much artistic value just by throwing it away.
When the heavy metal door was opened again, Sang Nanxi was looking at the group of people with disdain and scolded him in an ungentle way: "If you want to play with me about unspoken rules, here you go. You’re so embarrassed, aren’t you! Fuck you!”
The people around me didn’t know whether it was because they were surprised or frightened, but they didn’t come back to their senses for a while.
Zhou Yubai stood at the door, looking at her from a distance across the round table, as if he saw the girl with a bun in her hair who said she wanted to give him the title of real boyfriend.
Chic and free.
In the days before they broke up, Sang Nanxi was actually very attached to him, extremely gentle and pleasant.
Take her out to eat, and her words and actions become more and more appropriate. She holds his arm and even the arc of her smile is fixed.
These few times, when he saw her, he always felt that she was unhappy, and there always seemed to be tears in her eyes when she laughed.
I don’t remember when it started. He hasn’t seen her with her sharp look for a long time.
The only thing that made her feel unhappy was probably that there was another man around Sang Nanxi.
Huang Shuo's face turned green and white. He never expected that Sang Nanxi would get the situation to this point in such a short time.
His hands were shaking with anger, and he was about to step forward to scold him with a cold face, but a chuckle came from his ears.
Zhou Yubai said: "The scolding is quite nice."
"Do you think so, Huang...Shibo?"
Huang Shuo's heart couldn't help but tremble at the light tone.
The unspoken curse was hurriedly swallowed, and he quietly looked at Zhou Yubai's face.
Can’t guess.
Although Zhou Yubai had to call him uncle, now, when he heard the news of his arrival, he had to go out to greet him in person.
He could only respond: "Yes, you are right to scold me."
Zhou Yubai's voice lingered in his ears, and Sang Nanxi knew who was speaking without having to raise his head.
She was so drunk that even she couldn't tell whether the trembling in her heart was due to alcohol, anger, or that familiar voice.
Red wine is splashed everywhere, and those who are close are always stained with wine stains. However, on such an occasion, they have no qualifications to attack the enemy.
Either observe what is happening or remain silent.
Some people hurriedly called the waiter to clean up, while others came up to him and flattered him: "Mr. Zhou, I made you laugh. How about we change to a private room to chat? I will arrange more people."
In this noisy environment, Sang Nanxi's voice was actually very small.
"Li Mu." Sang Nanxi held his arm and felt dizzy, "Let's go."
But by then, Zhou Yubai had already bypassed the crowd and walked to Sang Nanxi's side.
Everyone thought he was going to take a seat, and they couldn't help but feel pleasantly surprised that they could chat with him for a few words.
There was no emotion or anger in his voice, but his tone was familiar. He lowered his head slightly and asked her, "Don't you sit down anymore?"
(End of this chapter)