Rebirth of the National Male God

Everyone stopped and looked different.

Si Huang smiled and said, "Okay. But first, let me say that Director Liu's salary has not been released. I don't have much savings, and I can't afford to invite everyone to a big meal." The slightly distressed smile almost melted the hearts of all older women.

"Ah! I remembered, Your Majesty, you are really out of Fenghua's help, and you are starting from scratch?" Said to the female of Sihuang Wei Ya before.

Before Si Huang could speak, Director Liu smiled and said, "That's right, this kid has a big heart!" Si Huang's performance today made him very satisfied, and he liked her even more. Huang's shoulders, "Let's go, I know a barbecue restaurant with affordable prices, good taste, and enough weight!" After walking a few steps, Director Liu grinned and lowered his arm on Si Huang's shoulder.

He is not as tall as Si Huang, so he looks weird and tired from sitting on Si Huang like this.

An Yiyuan watched Si Huang, who was surrounded by the stars and the moon, and felt that he had not cheated on the other party. He even handed Si Huang a step to make her popularity in the "Royal Road" crew even higher. .

Guan Li passed by him and said coldly, "Are you embarrassed to embarrass a minor?"

Even Guan Li, who never likes to meddle in his own business, always speaks for Si Huang! An Yiyuan turned his face and smiled evilly: "Is this embarrassing?"

Guan Li snorted softly.

An Yiyuan's smile faded, and he tangled: "It's just that my self-esteem is a little bit frustrated. I have no intention of going against him."

Guan Li looked at him strangely, and after two seconds he coldly uttered two words, "Childish." He strode away.

An Yiyuan's face twisted. He has heard these two words too many times today because of Si Huang, which really made him quite ashamed, and a trace of strange joy. ...Actually, being called Mengmeng by women occasionally, the feeling of being pampered seems to be an interesting experience.

If An Yiyuan's agent knew what he was thinking, he would definitely collapse. Dear! You are following the path of the evil and charming leader, don't be brainwashed into an awkward little arrogant! This is a mile away!

This meal lasted until the evening. As the host of the treat, everyone also poured Si Huang's wine, especially the group of male staff. Seeing that Si Huang was surrounded by so many women today, it was impossible to say that he hated her because of it. But it's a little frustrating.

Facing their toasts, Si Huang calmly drank it cup by cup. With such a face-saving and generous attitude, the group of men began to feel embarrassed, and the slightest opinion about her disappeared. After a few words and a few glasses of wine, their attitude towards Si Huang had also undergone a real qualitative change.

Director Liu and An Yiyuan saw these changes in their eyes, and were amazed at Si Huang's affinity, while An Yiyuan was sure that he had made a wedding dress for the other party again.

In the end, it was Director Liu who ended the feast, "I don't have to work tomorrow? If someone gets drunk and makes a mistake tomorrow at work, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Si Huang was driven back to the hotel by Yu Hen in his car. Looking at Si Huang who had closed his eyes in the back seat since he got in the car, Yu Hen asked worriedly, "Are you okay? Do you want me to help you?"

Sihuang opened her eyes blankly, "Arrived?" Seeing the familiar scenery through the car window, she shook her head and said, "No need." Then she opened the door and walked towards the elevator by herself.

Seeing that her steps were not vain, Yuen felt a little relieved, and thought to herself: The amount of alcohol is really good.

If Si Huang knew what he was thinking, he would definitely laugh out loud. Where is she good at drinking, in fact, she is still the same as in her previous life, and her drinking is not good at all. I just learned a lot of mixing methods, and I am habitually drunk without showing any signs of being drunk, always maintaining a seemingly sober sobriety.

As soon as he got back to the hotel room, Si Huang took a shower, the hot air made the alcohol in his body mess up, and his previously fair cheeks gradually turned bright red.

Lazily put on the bathrobe, without drying his hair, he put on a towel and walked out barefoot.

Si Huang, who went back to bed to check the time on her phone, found three missed calls. Before she could think more, the phone rang again.

Slowly pressed the answer button.

"Sihuang?"

"Um?"

With a more leisurely tone than usual, Qin Fan, who was standing by the window in the Weiming Mountain Villa, shook his hand and almost didn't hold the phone. He paused and remained silent for two seconds before asking, "What are you doing?"

Sihuang arched one leg and leaned lazily on the head of the bed, "Get ready to sleep."

Still in this low and lazy tone, Qin Fan noticed something and frowned, "You've been drinking!"

Now Si Huang's head was smothered by the heat, and he was too lazy to move. Hearing the serious voice with a little anger, he laughed for some reason, "Well, I drank a lot."

In Qin Fan's ears, her attitude was just like a child who made a mistake and arrogantly made a bigger mistake. It was simply a lesson.

"You are underage!"

"right."

"speak politely!"

"You're so lenient."

Si Huang's tone was gentle and slow, without sarcasm, let alone acting like a spoiled child, just a light statement. However, being said by her unique voice and her lazy tone, she was simply fascinated. In Internet language, after hearing it, her ears would become pregnant, and it was so numb and itchy.

Qin Fan's heart was stuffy and itchy. Thinking of the video he saw during the day and the V blog information, he thought that Sihuang was drinking now, and he was not happy. "Drunk? Have you taken a bath? Is there hot milk in the hotel? Drink some. hangover."

"Washed." No more words.

Qin Fan pinched the window sill with one hand, "Did you blow dry your hair?"

"..." There was no response.

Qin Fan became agitated, and his blood was burning again, making him a little anxious.

"Go and dry your hair, drink milk and sleep!"

After saying these words, what entered Qin Fan's ears was the hang-up sound of "dudududu".

"..." Qin Fan stared at the phone as if he was about to shoot it through. This was the second time he was hung up today.

As for the culprit, Si Huang, who was leaning against the head of the bed and closed his eyes, had no idea how daring he had done. The phone in her hand rang again, she frowned irritably, and waited two or three seconds before pressing the answer button by feeling.

"Are you bothered?" It was still soft and slow, but with a hint of coldness.

"Pick up your phone and face it!"

Qin Fan's voice seemed to be amplified, and it rang in Si Huang's ear. She squinted and raised the phone to her eyes, and then saw the face that belonged to Qin Fan in the camera.

He seemed to be in anger, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned, making his eyes more icy and deep. It is obviously just a small lens of a mobile phone, but it still gives people a strong sense of oppression. The line of sight seems to be able to penetrate through the screen. It is as thick and sharp as a Mitsubishi army thorn. It scratches on the person being watched, and the skin produces the illusion of pain.

Si Huang was not afraid, and said coldly, "Is something wrong?"

At this time, Qin Fan didn't hear what she said at all.

The picture on the small mobile phone screen turned, and the impact from darkness to a beautiful face was too big for him. Maybe I can't say that, it's not that he hasn't seen the beauty, but the one who turned this beauty into a mobile phone video is different.

This man had wet hair, blushing cheeks, squinting eyes, vermilion lips, and his neck leaned on the head of the bed, with a graceful curve like a swan. The white yukata was also a bit loose, but unfortunately the camera couldn't see it below.

She was so lazy as if she was defenseless, and there was an irritable coldness in her moist eyes.

Qin Fan didn't know what was wrong with him, his heart slammed into his chest a few times, and a fire different from anger rose from his lower abdomen, burning his throat hoarse. Holding the phone tightly, the anger that had been condensed before did not know where to dissipate.

He was stunned for a while, and in a hoarse voice, he said in a somewhat naive manner: "Dry your hair before going to sleep, don't catch a cold."

Si Huang said, "Are you doing this? ’ with an impatient expression, “Don’t call me again.” Hanging up the video call.

Qin Fan was still staring at the blacked-out mobile phone screen in a daze. After two or three seconds, he lowered his head and frowned, staring at the 'hill' bulging below him, thinking about life.