The famous family is shocked, the president is too dangerous

Chapter 13 Find a chance to get close to Mr. Jiang's vocals are still raging.

Jiang Lizhe's eyes slowly diverged, followed by his hand, returning her freedom.

Immediately, people crowded forward to chatter.

"Mr. Jiang, hello."

Soon, Fang Xin was pushed back by wave after wave of strangers, getting further and further away.

Not far away, that outstanding man is still the focus, and the woman beside him is smiling and charming, showing her ladylike demeanor with her gestures.

This is another world.

A world that you can never reach.

Fang Xin lowered her eyes quietly, trying to get rid of the disorder in her eyes that even she couldn't understand.

"Fang Xin, find an opportunity to get close to Mr. Jiang later, and make an appointment for dinner." Suddenly, what Mr. Qian said immediately next to her made her dizzy and couldn't find Bei.

"Mr. Qian, here." Fang Xin's headache was splitting, such a task was too difficult.

Mr. Qian's eyebrows darkened, "You mean to say no?"

"I."

"The company doesn't support useless people. If it doesn't work, they will leave automatically." Mr. Qian said harshly.

Regarding losing his job, Xia Xin didn't dare to say any more, and swallowed all the bitterness silently.

She was so annoyed that she was thinking hard about how to get this close.

"Miss, do you need some wine for you?" Halfway through the walk, the waiter with the tray saw her empty glass and asked cleverly.

Under the light, the wine on the tray gleamed.

Alcohol seems to spread an invitation.

"Give me a glass of this?" Fang Xin pointed to the glass wine glass filled with brown liquid. She guessed that it must be stronger than champagne, but she didn't know what was wrong with her, and she suddenly wanted to take a sip.

She thought in a trance that maybe alcohol could relieve the feeling of suffocation in her chest.

The waiter smiled, picked out the wine glass without hesitation, and handed it over, "Please use it slowly."

There is a sky garden on this floor, which is spacious and has a lot of flowers and plants artificially planted. There are European-style wooden chairs for guests to rest on one side, creating a comfortable and leisurely environment.

Looking up, the view is also excellent.

The sky not far away is full of stars, and the night lights are dim and blurred. Being in it makes people feel relaxed.

The wine in the glass, sip after sip, unknowingly, vaguely bottomed out.

A gust of wind blew by, Fang Xin swayed slightly, instinctively grabbed the armrest, leaned her soft body, and sat down on the chair.

When she came back to her senses, she felt her head was a little heavy.

She stretched out her hands and gently pressed the temples on both sides, trying to relieve the discomfort from one after another.

"Miss, is there anything I can do for you?" A passing waiter saw her sitting alone and asked.

"Well, wine."

She murmured, her alcohol-smeared face had a lovely tinge, her tender lips were slightly parted, and she had an indescribably charming eye pupil, which was endearing.

The young male waiter blushed and his heart beat suddenly, his eyes didn't blink for a moment, "Miss, please wait a moment."

Fang Xin felt his head getting heavier and heavier as the night wind swept over him, and his ears were buzzing even more.

She couldn't hear the other person's words clearly, her throat suddenly burned, and she was extremely uncomfortable. Seeing the waiter's back turned, she subconsciously stretched out her hand to hold the other person.

"Wait." The voice was as soft as a mosquito.

But it was in vain, his vision was blurred, and his hands were just waving randomly in the air.

In the haze, the figure seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and Fang Xin became more and more anxious.

However, at the moment when she was isolated and helpless, her slender hands were held by a pair of big hands, the warmth seemed to be similar, and then her soft body fell into a round of thick and warm embrace.

A pleasant smell penetrated into the tip of his nose, Fang Xin struggled to open his eyes, wanting to see what happened.

"Who are you?" She murmured softly.

The man stared at her rosy face, and pressed his thin lips against her ear, "You are drunk."