Deliberate seduction, Mrs. Pei also wants a divorce tonight

After the meeting, we went to the bar on the basement floor inside the hotel.

The place was booked, but there weren't many people, only three tables. The rest were empty except for the senior members of the crew, whose names were always one or two at the top when the ending song was announced.

At one of the tables, Mr. Xu, who had come all the way to visit the studio, came with a glass of wine to toast.

Just then I saw two people sitting in the middle of the soft sofa, the two ancestors of Tianyu.

It seemed like a lifetime ago. The last time he was in the club lounge, Lu Qi was sitting next to Pei Yao.

Why didn't he think at that time that Pei Yao had no feelings for Lu Qi and how could he sit with her?

After waking up from his stupid head, Mr. Xu hunched his body very low.

He raised his glass to Lu Qi and said, "Mr. Lu, the production starts tomorrow, so let's just put everything behind us. This glass of wine is my apology. Please feel free to do as you please. I'll drink it."

Lu Qi had already drunk half of the round, which was a bit too much. In high spirits, he started to joke: "Mr. Xu, one glass of wine is not enough. It was nine glasses at the beginning."

This time, Mr. Xu was not vague. He put down his wine glass and picked up the Remy Martin beside him. He didn't dare to touch the forty-year-old wine that Pei Yao brought, which didn't even have a label, and was about to open the bottle and drink.

After taking three gulps, Lu Qi waved his hand.

"Hey, alright, alright, Mr. Xu has generously given us so much money, why does he need more alcohol?"

Mr. Xu breathed a sigh of relief, burped, and put the bottle down.

There's give and take in business, and Lu Qi wasn't vague. He picked up the wine glass and said, "I'll give Mr. Xu a drink as compensation. The previous grudges won't affect the filming."

The words were spoken tactfully, which showed that Lu Qi was not drunk.

However, the glass of wine was not drunk in the end. Pei Yao leaned on the sofa and, relying on his body advantage, casually grabbed Lu Qi's wrist and took the wine glass from her.

He smiled faintly and said, "I drank it for Teacher Lu last time, and this cup is the same."

This guy, he just took the wine glass, but he just grabbed her wrist and wouldn't let go. After he finished drinking the wine and put down the glass, he still held her hand.

Lu Qi looked at him and saw that he really knew how to go with the flow.

He took her hand and put it on the sofa, and his five bony fingers clasped her fingers tightly, holding her hand.

Mr. Xu was tactful and left after making the toast.

The lights were dim, and their table had the fewest people. Apart from Qi Hong, there was only Zhao Zhengtong, and the two leading male and female actors.

Originally, the two of them were sitting across from Qi Hong at the beginning, but after the old man went to the toilet, he came back and sat aside, chatting nonsense with Zhao Zhengtong.

The two of them were left sitting in the middle. The more they drank, the closer Pei Yao got. Now they were almost touching each other in an ambiguous distance.

But no one at this table said anything.

Lin Zixuan understood, and Zhou Yikai seemed to understand too, so they just shook the dice without even looking at them.

My hand has been grabbed, who am I pretending to ignore? I simply leaned back on the sofa and looked at him sideways.

After drinking, those eyes were stained with a unique charm, and they were as intoxicating as the night. Even if he didn't speak, his face alone could bewitch people.

As luck would have it, he was very good at it. He lowered his head and asked in her ear, "You've been angry for so many days, it's time to tell me the reason."

The voice of the bar's host was quite loud, and you had to get very close to hear his deliberately lowered voice.

Lu Qi's hair was lying on the sofa. After drinking, people were always lazy. From a distance, it looked like she was leaning on his shoulder.

She curled her lips and smiled, "No wonder you wanted to treat me to a drink. It turns out you wanted me to get drunk. To be honest with you, Pei Yao, it's unreasonable for you not to fight for the throne with such a scheming mind."

Lu Qi still didn't tell her the reason, didn't say that it was because she hated having other women around him, and didn't say that if she wanted him, she could only be his.

So many days have passed, and not only has she not calmed down, but she has become more and more jealous, and her shameful possessiveness has grown like crazy.

But she missed him very much. This man was so poisonous!

Mingming was so wanton, he put his hand on her shoulder and said shamelessly: "What's the benefit of drinking too much? Why don't you just take her away and throw her back on the bed and don't let her get down for three days?"

Maybe it was because of the alcohol, but Lu Qi's face instantly turned red. She glared at him and said, "You're only thinking about this."

"Yes, I really want to..." Pei Yao stretched out his tone and spoke Meng Lang's words without hesitation.

But the ending note didn’t drop, as I listened to the soulful tune being sung from the microphone on the front stage.

After a while, he connected the last few words together: "I miss you a lot."

He spoke too seriously, as if he was hiding deep affection, and really made Lu Qi confused.

She stared at him blankly, her appearance engraved in her deep eyes again, and she opened her mouth: "You..."

Lu Qi was speechless and couldn't reply. I miss you too.

It seemed that he could see that Lu Qi had nothing to say. He was never dull in the conversation and was always the one taking the initiative.

With a bit of seriousness and a bit of smile, he seemed to be explaining his psychological activities over the past few days.

"I don't know why you're angry, and I don't know how to comfort you. Just think about it, forget it, pull you back against the wall, and kiss you until you're no longer angry."

After hearing this sentence, Lu Qi felt like he was on a roller coaster. He didn't know who this guy's Chinese teacher was. Who taught him to speak like this? First suppress and then praise.

Now that everything is settled, what's the point of pressing it against the wall?

He still made me laugh.

Looking at him, it seemed like he had drunk a little too much, and he spoke as if he was drunk.

In a trance, Lu Qi didn't want to care about what he was angry about. He looked up at him and said, "What kind of ability do you have? You can kiss someone so that they don't get angry anymore."

"Try it."

Pei Yao turned sideways, and his exquisitely carved face came close, with the tip of his nose only one centimeter away.

The electronic red candle on the table was obscured by his figure, and on the wall, the ambiguous and dim light flowed enchantingly.

Too bewitching, too tempting.

Lu Qi took a deep breath: "Someone."

It was okay just now when they were talking close to each other. This posture is common in bars anyway, so it can always be dealt with. But if they really kissed, everyone present would have to be blind.

I wonder if even God felt that the atmosphere was ruined.

Suddenly, all the lights in the bar went out and there was a power outage.

This hotel's power outage was not the first time, and Lu Qi had even argued with Wang Haibo and Huang Song about it before.

For a moment, only the charging red candle provided useless light.

Lu Qi used the slightest light to see the man's charming smile and said, "There's no one here now."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly reached out, grasped the back of Lu Qi's neck, and pressed Lu Qi's slightly open lips, which were in surprise, against his lips.

It’s a taste I haven’t tasted in many days, cool, soft, bitter and sweet with the taste of wine.

He just wanted to bite her hard. He was not kidding, he really wanted to tear her apart and eat her.

Not very satisfying, the lights turned on too quickly.

At the moment of light, Lu Qi pushed the person away, feeling a little guilty. She touched her lips and looked around in panic. Her red lips were smoother than those with lip gloss.

Seeing that the people around her were still chatting, she thought they probably didn't see her. She breathed a sigh of relief and heard the man softly ask in her ear, "Are you still angry?"

At this moment, there was a sudden cry of surprise from the table below. The delicate second female lead was wiping Shen Yici's sleeve with a tissue: "Director Shen, why did you spill your wine?!"