Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

I don’t know if the people next door were having too much fun, they actually came over and said they wanted to toast Manager Gu. Gu Quechen’s eyebrows jumped, and he just said that he was driving and it was not convenient for him to drink.

The people who came to toast were followed by a bunch of onlookers. One of them turned his gaze to the person next to Gu Quechen, his eyes lighting up: "Qingyang, can you drive?"

Lian Qingyang didn't understand what was going on, so he nodded to indicate that he could.

The man waved his hand and said bluntly, "That's fine, Manager Gu, just have a drink. At worst, I can ask Qingyang to drive you home."

Everyone in the private room was stunned, looking at each other in shock at the man's bold remarks. He must have been really drunk to dare to speak to Manager Gu like that. Isn't he afraid that he will get his salary and leave tomorrow?

Unexpectedly, Gu Quechen wasn't angry at all. He picked up the untouched wine glass on the table, glanced at Lian Qingyang, tilted his head back and drank the wine. He waved the empty glass in front of the toasting person, swallowed his Adam's apple and said, "Okay, let's go eat. We'll be over in half an hour at the latest. Don't go home too late."

Xia Xunyang was sitting on the other side of Lian Qingyang. He lowered his head, flipped through his phone, and whispered in Lian Qingyang's ear, "The people next door are playing Truth or Dare. The person just lost, so they're here to toast Manager Gu. Hahahahaha."

As soon as he opened his head, he felt Gu Quechen looking at him meaningfully. He was so scared that he shrank his neck and picked up the chopsticks to pick up the food and stuffed it into his mouth.

Lian Qingyang looked at Gu Quechen and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

He didn't know what the target alcohol tolerance was in this world, but it looked okay on the surface, so he shouldn't get drunk after just one drink!

Gu Quechen shook his head, his eyes clear and his expression normal: "It's okay, just a glass of wine."

Who would have thought that the toast just now was just the beginning. Three or four more people came over from next door and said they wanted to toast Manager Gu. Everyone in the private room was overwhelmed. These people were usually so bold. Why did they all come to toast? Did they think their lives in the company were too comfortable?

What surprised them even more was that Gu Quechen accepted all the toasts and drank three or four glasses of wine without changing his expression. After the toast, those who had the wine thanked Gu Quechen with satisfaction and left the private room. After the door was closed, everyone in the room seemed to be frozen in silence. It was so quiet that there was not even the sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding.

With a "ding" sound, the bottom of Gu Quechen's wine glass hit the glass table, making a crisp sound that startled everyone.

He picked up his chopsticks and picked up some food. His voice was not at all drunken: "What are you standing there for? The food is getting cold."

The table became lively again and the others breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Manager Gu was not that difficult to get along with in private.

Only Lian Qingyang, who was standing next to him, tapped Gu Quechen's leg with his hand under the table and asked him while picking up some food: "Manager Gu, are you okay?"

Gu Quechen's ears twitched. Against the light, his profile was deep. He snorted lightly, his deep voice not lowering its volume. "It's just a few drinks. I'm sober. Do I need to tell you about the latest project?"

Naturally, the others heard it as well and looked sideways. To them, it sounded like Manager Gu was on the verge of getting angry, and Lian Qingyang was the fuse that led Manager Gu to start stabbing people.

Lian Qingyang knew very well that his consciousness was beginning to fade. Although he acted very normal, his previous words showed that Gu Quechen was very familiar with him and was not on guard against him.

He was almost full, so he turned around and told the people he knew well, "Sister Lin, Brother Zhao, if you guys aren't full yet, just keep eating. I'm going to send Manager Gu back first."

Everyone else's attention was on the two of them. Upon hearing this, they looked at each other, suppressed their excitement about being able to speak freely, and stood up to instruct him.

"Qingyang, be careful! Don't drive too fast!"

"Keep an eye on Manager Gu on the road, don't let him tug at the steering wheel!"

"Pay attention to traffic lights, drive slowly, and prioritize safety."

"If you can't handle Manager Gu, just call us. Forget it, if you can't handle it, we can't either."

The atmosphere in the private room immediately became lively, with everyone talking at once. Gu Quechen, frowning, heard everything clearly. He stood beside Lian Qingyang and raised his hand, pressing it down. This gesture indicated silence, and everyone immediately shut up. Then, Manager Gu's stern voice rang out, "I'm not drunk yet. I'm not as difficult as you say."

He glanced at the person in front of him, put his hands in his pockets, and the air of majesty that came over him made everyone feel as if they were in an office. This attitude was very convincing, so everyone could only smile awkwardly, keep silent, and send the two out of the private room.

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The car drove smoothly into the apartment garage. Lian Qingyang stepped on the brakes and turned his head to look at the man who was already fast asleep in the passenger seat. Thinking of the way he was still pretending to be serious before leaving, he couldn't help but smile and pinched his face.

Gu Quechen woke up the moment his face was pinched. He frowned and took a deep breath before opening his heavy eyelids. His gaze turned and swept over Lian Qingyang, who instantly withdrew his hand and pretended nothing had happened.

"arrive?"

The low, hoarse voice was like a feather, lightly brushing against Lian Qingyang's eardrums in the quiet air. He raised his hand to rub his itchy ear and nodded, "Do you want to go up by yourself or should I help you?"

He is going to my house, this thought suddenly flashed through Gu Quechen's mind. No one else has come to this apartment since he moved in, and now Lian Qingyang is about to become the first person to step into his private space.

This seemed to be a very wonderful thing. After Gu Quechen had this subtle idea, he did not feel any rejection in his heart, which meant that he had subconsciously placed Lian Qingyang in a particularly special position in his heart. Later, Lian Qingyang might be able to move in and live together. He seemed to be inexplicably looking forward to it.

After his thoughts wandered, Gu Quechen looked at Lian Qingyang with a little more warmth in his eyes. He didn't delve into the question whether it was the alcohol's fault or he was just getting what he wanted.

"My head seems to be hurting a little, hiss, please help me up."

There was a hint of dependence in the words, as if he was peeling off that layer of righteous and strict outer shell, showing Lian Qingyang the softness that still existed deep in his heart.

After finally getting on the elevator and reaching the floor he pressed, Lian Qingyang felt the weight on his back and the hot air passing by his ears from time to time. Helplessly, he pushed Gu Quechen, who was almost wrapping him in his arms, against the wall next to the door, letting him lean against it, and took out the key and pushed open the door.

The huge house was quite empty living alone, but it was still quite lively. There were a few white shirts and a TV remote control on the sofa in the living room, and a few empty milk cartons and scattered papers on the coffee table.

Lian Qingyang rummaged through the cabinet at the entrance and found that there were no disposable slippers, so he had to drag Gu Quechen in first. In just a few minutes, Gu Quechen seemed to be drunk and unconscious, allowing Lian Qingyang to drag him around and toss him around, and then threw him onto the sofa.

He secretly touched his aching head, raised his head and half-closed his eyes to look at Lian Qingyang who was going to the kitchen. After recalling his actions just now and finding that there were not many flaws, he breathed a sigh of relief.