Trajectory 2: entangled curves

It's no wonder that Deputy Director Wang thought so. That was a full glass of red wine. Everyone, including Ye Mingyuan and Zhuge Yihua herself, thought that she would refuse.

"But you think you can predict me, but I'm not the me you thought I was, am I?" She thought, raised her hand and gently wiped off the red wine stains left on the corner of her mouth, lowered her head and smiled, raised her eyes and gave him a sunny look. Although there was still some distance, that look was enough to make Zhuge Yihua's heart flutter, as if he was back in the old days.

Her eyes were still familiar and captivating, but now there was clearly a lot of strangeness in them. Although she was smiling and talking, she made people feel like they were trapped in an ice cellar.

"Zhuge Qinuo!" He called her name in his heart, a name that he had forgotten for many years and dared not mention again.

"The professor is right. We are indeed a family. You and I think the same way. One glass is not enough." After Zhuge Qinuo said this, he picked up the nearest wine bottle and filled another glass.

Zhuge Yihua had indeed calculated that she would not drink, and that she would cleverly use sweet words to get away with it. However, he should have known that things would not develop as he imagined when Qinuo drank the first cup. After all... when had she ever really listened to him?

"Teacher Ye, let me toast you another glass. I should take the initiative to drink more in front of my mentor, and I feel ashamed that I have to be reminded by Professor Zhuge who has come from afar." Zhuge Qinuo's words were very sophisticated.

She said that she drank more at this moment because she was "facing her mentor" so as to prevent anyone from repeating the same trick and causing her to continue drinking like this.

Although they knew that Zhuge Yihua was from Y city, they still said that he "came from far away", and matched his "meeting without knowing each other" plot, which made every word hurtful.

He raised his head again and the cup was empty, so quickly that Ye Mingyuan couldn't react.

"Oh, Teacher Ye, you haven't had any wine yet. I should pour it for you." After saying that, he poured a little more wine for Ye Mingyuan.

She could no longer tell whether she was doing it intentionally or unintentionally. Every movement she made was within Ye Mingyuan's sensitive range and also fell into Zhuge Yihua's eyes.

"You drank a whole cup, is this enough for Principal Ye?" Zhuge Yihua looked at Zhuge Qinuo's special and even intentional approach to Ye Mingyuan. He felt like a huge rock was blocking his heart. He couldn't help but feel a strange feeling and interrupted again.

"Professor, Principal Ye is my teacher. We are not of the same generation. It is normal for me to drink more. The first cup was the same as mine. How dare I ask my teacher to drink the same amount as me for the second cup?"

While she was talking, Ye Mingyuan finished the wine in his glass, and Zhuge Qinuo obediently poured him another half glass of wine before returning to her seat and continuing her fight.

It had been a long time since she had drunk like this. After toasting a table of wine, she felt dizzy. She reluctantly sat there for a while, and finally pretended to answer the phone and politely stood up to leave.

As soon as she got out of the door, she went to the shared bathroom in the hotel and vomited all over the place.

Her stomach was nauseous, but the alcohol had really lessened. She looked at herself in the mirror, her lipstick had fallen off, her hair was messy, and because she vomited too hard, the tears she forced out had ruined her delicate eye makeup.

Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol, she wanted to cry so much and end this weird atmosphere between her and Zhuge Yihua.

However, she, now, was able to adjust completely, and she only felt bad for two seconds. She asked the waiter to go to the front desk to get the bag that had been stored there before. Over the years, she had learned the skills to maintain a good image. It was inevitable that her makeup would be smudged after drinking, and it was inappropriate to walk around with a bag on her back at a drinking party. After so many times, she came up with a solution and temporarily stored her bag at the front desk in case of emergency.

She took out some simple cosmetics and touched up her makeup. It was just a game, and it was still unclear who would win or lose. She wiped off the excess smudged eyeshadow, applied foundation, put on lipstick, and used a little lipstick to touch up a slightly red eyeshadow, making herself look tipsy because she couldn't get her face to show after drinking. It was still exquisite, and she was very satisfied, because she couldn't lose to him, and couldn't lose again.

Zhuge Qinuo came outside the private room, sat on the sofa next to it, called the waiter, and signed up for membership at the hotel and recharged his card.

"Get a few more bottles of wine here, and then pay the bill. The extra wine will be kept in my name, and after the bill is paid, if there are any expenses, they will be deducted from the card. Also, continue to help me store my bag. When this is over, please arrange for someone to find me and bring it over for me."

In the past, she might not have done such a thing. It was just a bag, she would have done it herself at the front desk. She did this just in case. In case she drank too much, when the waiter came to get the bag, she could ask her to call a car and send it to the car.

Waiter: "Okay. Don't worry, Ms. Zhuge. Do you have any other needs?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "No more. Thank you!"

Not long after the waiter left, someone pushed the door open.

"Oh? Director Zhuge, why are you sitting here and not going in?" The visitor turned out to be Zhuge Yihua.

"Didn't the professor come out too?" She only glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, not even giving him a straight look. Not to mention standing up to greet him, she was completely different from when she was at the drinking party.

"Director, do you have any problem with me?" Zhuge Yihua said in a playful manner, still maintaining an "unfamiliar" attitude, just like playing word games in the past.

"Professor, you misunderstood. I just came out to answer a phone call and take care of some things. Now I'm waiting for the call back." Although Professor Zhuge was a little unattainable in the eyes of others, in Zhuge Qinuo's eyes, he was just Zhuge Yihua. Except that he seemed particularly mean and petty today, there was no difference in other aspects. She was a little polite to him in the scene. There were only two of them now. Apart from the awkward feeling of familiarity and unfamiliarity, she was not afraid of anything else, and her tone of voice was neither salty nor bland.

Zhuge Qinuo's neither humble nor arrogant attitude made Zhuge Yihua the first person who couldn't calm down: "Why are you pretending not to know me?"

"Oh?" Zhuge Qinuo smiled, with a look of sarcasm on his face, "So the professor and I know each other?"

Zhuge Yihua: "No one else, stop playing."

"I'm playing? Men are really unreasonable." Zhuge Qinuo first defined it, and then continued, "Aren't you pretending not to know me? And you were the first one, so I have to follow the professor's instructions."

Zhuge Yihua walked up and sat next to her: "You can obviously refuse my request and not drink this wine."

"The professor asked me to drink, how dare I not drink? I won't take the blame for offending such a distinguished guest. Are you satisfied with my performance?" Zhuge Qinuo raised the corners of his mouth and stared at Zhuge Yihua.

Because the distance was quite close, Zhuge Yihua felt that his eyes were filled with her.