Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Zhuge Qinuo walked out of the office and went to a circle of seats beside the dance floor.

The music in the bar was soothing and gentle at this time.

Table E18, in a corner! Next to the table was a half-dozen beers, a set of cocktails, and a bottle of foreign wine.

Because of his guess, Zhuge Qinuo quickly found him, assuming that it was him.

Ye Mingyuan was drinking foreign wine with ice.

"Stop drinking." She stepped forward and held down the wine glass that Ye Mingyuan was about to pick up.

"Hey, the boss lady is here? I gave you money, but you won't take it?" He said, "You don't want to do business?"

"One gift is one month's salary. You can't support my business in this way." He was very humorous, and she could only go along with him.

"Originally it would have been one month's salary, but now that the boss's wife is here, we can save a lot, right?" he joked.

"My foreign liquor is authentic. I won't give you a discount." She rolled her eyes at him.

Ye Mingyuan drank another glass by himself!

He seemed to be even more drunk: "Then I can only be exploited by you, the bourgeois."

Zhuge Qinuo looked at the table full of wine and wanted to persuade him not to drink, but he felt that he couldn't persuade him, or he didn't know how to persuade him.

Even if she said he was drunk, he still knew how to make fun of people and his mind was still clear; even if she said he was not drunk, she had never seen him like this before.

She had seen other teachers drunk to some extent. You know, they had evening self-study during the three years of high school, and the evening self-study would last until 9 o'clock in the later period. So sometimes, many teachers would come back from eating outside and come to the classroom to explain the questions to the students before school was over. She had seen these teachers smelling of alcohol, or with red faces, and even worse, they couldn't even stand steadily. Ye Mingyuan also drank at that time, but even though he smelled of cigarettes and alcohol, he was very calm and sober.

Zhuge Qinuo watched him drink one cup after another, and she couldn't even ask him what was going on.

I had no choice but to take out my glass and want to drink some wine and chat with him.

Just as she was about to pour the wine, he grabbed her hand holding the bottle and said, "You are not allowed to drink."

His voice was gentle, his tone was domineering, and he didn't even turn his head towards her or look at her.

Zhuge Qinuo looked at the hand held by Ye Mingyuan, her heartbeat quickened, her breathing became disordered. She knew he didn't mean it, he just drank too much. But the warmth of his palm seemed to be transmitted into her body with some taboo.

She moved her fingers slightly, trying to pull her hand away, but Ye Mingyuan did not respond.

Zhuge Qinuo slowly raised his eyes. He was already looking at her. She wanted to escape, but she knew she couldn't do it, but she didn't know what else to do.

"You can't drink today. Please ask the boss lady to take me home today." Ye Mingyuan said very naturally with a firm tone.

"Why are you so sure that I will take you there?" Zhuge Qinuo didn't quite understand. "If you're drunk, how can I, a girl, move it?"

"Will you refuse? As for how you move, I can't decide. The boss lady is so powerful, there will always be a way!" Ye Mingyuan said.

Is he drunk? His words are aggressive and provocative, and he is obviously looking for trouble.

Although he was a guest, in her heart he was still her teacher. This kind of touch, even if it was unintentional, made Zhuge Qinuo feel deeply guilty.

She calmed herself down and said, "I'll take you there. I'll find a way. All right. Okay, let's go now."

Ye Mingyuan let go of her hand and picked up the bottle and shook it: "There's still half of the wine. This bottle of wine you didn't give me a discount costs half a month's salary. What a capitalist face."

"Okay, I'm a capitalist, but I'm not a black heart. I can find someone to store the wine for you. If you still want to drink, you can take it away." Zhuge Qinuo judged that he was drunk. There was nothing to talk to a drunk person.

But he seemed not to have even heard these words.

"You don't really want me to carry you out after you're drunk as a puddle of mud, do you?" Zhuge Qinuo was so anxious that he couldn't even use the respectful word "you".

Ye Mingyuan looked at her and curled his lips. So he heard it. She continued: "I'm the boss. It's not good to see people carrying me around, right? I'm a capitalist. I'm greedy for money, so I can't give people the impression that I'm partial to one over the other. Am I responsible for carrying out the drunk customers in the future?"

Zhuge Qinuo said a lot, but she didn't care whether he could hear her or not. If it was someone else, she would have plenty of ways to deal with it. She could find a security guard, a designated driver, a driver, a lover, a mistress, or a girl. But this was Ye Mingyuan. The male idol teacher she had a crush on in high school.

As for Ye Mingyuan, she seemed to have no way to deal with him. She couldn't use the same method to deal with others. She was left alone. But even though she had a crush on Ye Mingyuan and thought he was her idol, that was when she was a child. Now he was a married man, and she didn't want to have too much contact with a married man.

He put her in a dilemma. She complained a little.

At this point, he said, "Okay. That's a good reason."

He stared at her with his drunken eyes.

Even though the light was dim, and even though she knew that perhaps his eyes couldn't focus right now, she still felt like her face was on fire after noticing this gaze!

"Let's go then!"

Zhuge Qinuo stood up and helped him up, supporting one of his arms with both hands.

"Haven't you grown taller since high school?" he asked with a hint of mockery.

"Not to mention high school, I haven't grown since junior high. I'm stunted, that's enough..." Before she could finish her self-deprecating remarks, Ye Mingyuan had already put his arm around her shoulders and pressed on her.

It had been a long time since she had such an intimate contact with a man. The last time she was so close was with Mi Bei. Thinking of Mi Bei, she was distracted for a moment. It had only been about a year, but it seemed like they were from two completely different worlds. There was no time to think more. Now Ye Mingyuan's alcohol smell and weight were all on her, and she felt her nerves were tense. She took a few steps, trying to get out of this situation. She subconsciously wanted to ask the waiter for help. She raised her hand to call someone over, but he increased the strength of his hand around her.

Zhuge Qinuo clearly felt that Ye Mingyuan didn't want to be supported by others. Was he trying to trap her alone? But this was too unlike something Ye Mingyuan would do.

"Do you have something to say to me?" Zhuge Qinuo guessed.

The waiter had never seen the boss serve anyone like this before, so he was paying close attention to this side. He noticed when Zhuge Qinuo raised his hand slightly just now.

"Madam? Do you need any help?" the waiter asked.

"Ask Manager Cai to drive my car to the door," she said.

"Do you need someone to help you?" asked the waiter.

"No thanks," she said.

Ye Mingyuan seemed very satisfied with this answer and relaxed a little.