Chapter 9 — Mistaking a Group of Close Friends for a General Boss

“This is the object of your blind date that you chose after much consideration?”

His eyes scanned my body, stopping meaningfully for a second at my waist and hips. That look was not vulgar, but was like a hook carrying fire, making my scalp numb. Immediately after that, he moved his eyes away and coldly looked at Chu Vi:

"Since you like having children so much, I wish you many children and grandchildren in the future."

He turned around, leaving behind a hard and cold back.

“Basically not the same species.”

Just when I thought everything was over, Ta Trinh coldly instructed the guard next to me:

“Close his mouth and throw him a little far away.”

“Also, find out which unit he belongs to and advise them to reserve a bed at the psychiatric center.”

Five minutes later. Zhou Wei was dragged away like a sack. I followed Ta Trinh into the private room, my heart still beating wildly.

“Are you happy?”

Ta Trinh sat down in the chair, took off the rosary and placed it on the table, slowly rinsing the tea set.

"Happy, happy is happy..." I stammered a bit, "But General Manager Ta, that's a civil servant, did you do that... would you cause trouble?"

Ta Trinh's movements stopped, he raised his head to look at me, his lips curled into a slight mocking smile.

“Trouble?”

He poured a cup of tea and pushed it towards me.

“In this Four Nine Cities, as long as I don't kill people and set fires, no one dares to call me trouble.”

“More…”

He suddenly leaned forward, his long fingers tapping on the table. That movement made the tendons in his hand stand out, and the pressure pressed down like a rock.

“Giang Hoa, your aesthetic eyes really should make an appointment with an eye specialist.”

“If I ever see you standing next to that kind of trash again…”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice lowered:

“I will consider you insulting my taste.”

I hugged my cup of tea, not daring to say anything. Because I discovered that when he said that, his eyes always stopped at my neck, his hot gaze seemed to burn a hole in my skin. Half a month later. I'm sure I'm in trouble. To celebrate the completion of the project, Ta Trinh rarely agreed to attend a department gathering. Moreover, the location was also chosen as KTV. As soon as they entered the room, the normally dignified bosses suddenly turned into a group of escaped monsters, dancing wildly as if in a trance. As for Ta Trinh, like a real Buddha lost in Ban To cave, holding a glass of warm water and sitting alone in the corner, surrounded by a three-meter vacuum barrier. I had the misfortune to sit right next to her - as my personal assistant, to be more precise, I was a living person.

"Giang Giang! Have a drink!"

The design director was extremely drunk, carrying a very strong cocktail and rushed straight to me. My alcohol tolerance can only handle one glass of beer, and if I drink this, I'll probably have to wait in line for cremation tomorrow.

“I…” I was about to refuse.

A hand with clear joints suddenly reached out, blocking my face, firmly blocking the glass of wine.

“She doesn't drink.”

Ta Trinh's voice is not loud, but in the noisy KTV room, it has amazing penetrating power. He didn't look at the other director, just tilted his head back and drank the glass of strong wine. His throat moved with each sip of wine, his seductive features made my throat dry. A few drops of wine flowed from the corner of his lips, slid across his sharp jawline, and finally fell onto the slightly open collar of his shirt, wetting a patch of white skin inside. My life is probably gone. This scene... was so stimulating. The general director of design stood still, the entire KTV room was silent. That's Ta Buddhist! A famous person who doesn't drink a drop of alcohol, has a clear mind and desires, and doesn't get close to women, yet he stopped drinking for me? That night, Ta Trinh drank five glasses for me. I don't know if he was drunk or not, but I was drunk — drunk because of his hormones. After the meeting, everyone went home. I vaguely helped Ta Trinh into the car. In the cramped space of the back seat, the alcohol concentration mixed with the cold incense on his body, the two things mixed together were a mind-destroying level of spring medicine.

“Giang Hoa.”

He closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the chair, his voice a bit hoarse. I turned my head to look at him. The neon light outside shines through the glass window, sometimes bright and sometimes dark on his face. His normally cold white skin was dyed with a thin layer of red, even the corners of his eyes were filled with a rare charm. The shirt button is always buttoned all the way to the neck, but I don't know who tore two of them. The collarbone was vaguely exposed, I even seemed to see the outline of the chest muscles. Wine strengthens people. The stubbornness that only dared to drive in my head every day now climbed up to occupy the roof of my brain.