83 Like a meal (2/2)

Old goat!

After thinking about it, I get on the car with VP and drive to a very famous sauna center.

This place is very famous, and the services in it are quite characteristic.

VP has been drinking a little high, I directly pull him in, accompany him to take a shower, and then find a waiter to take him to change clothes, take him to a private room. I deliberately quietly tell the waiter, ”Arrange two sets of the best services for him!”

My purpose is actually a little...

Sure enough, I put on my clothes and sit down in the tea room outside to rest. As soon as I finish smoking a cigarette, VP comes out dizzily. He feels his legs are a little soft, but he has a lewd smile on face.

”Damn! These services are so amazing! Really can't stand it!” He sits down and I hands him a cigarette. As he's smoking, he shakes his head and sighs as if he is still remembering.

I look at the time. It was only less than ten minutes. Three thousand has been spent for this.

VP smokes and chats with me, ”Brother, have you just arrived at Deep Blue Entertainment? I haven't seen you before.”

”Well, I've been in charge of this department for less than a week. I worked as an assistant to Miss Fang before.” I have a very simple answer.

”Oh?” VP's eyes light up: ”Miss Fang's assistant? You are great! She's not the average person! Hey, you will have a bright future!”

I frown slightly, wondering what he meant by that. VP looks at me and says with a quick laugh, ”Don't get me wrong, I mean, the background behind Miss Fang is not simple! Our business cooperation this time, to be honest, there are several companies in the south like Deep Blue Entertainment. We finally chose to cooperate with Deep Blue Entertainment. Why? Miss Fang is terrific! All aspects of the relationship, she straightened them out! It's not easy!”

I smile and ask the waiter to bring a cup of tea to VP. I say, ”You see, I just came to company and I'm not so much familiar with the business yet.”

”You're young. Take your time. Your company has a great future.” VP says the polite words.

I look at the time and ask tentatively, ”Do you want to go back? It's very late. I'm afraid your secretary will be awaiting you in a hurry.” I say the last sentence with a little teasing tone. Sometimes, on the contrary, this kind of joke can close the distance between men.

”Don't need to care about her” VP waves his hands, ”Such a woman is small-minded. You just coax her more on the normal days. Can we really let them ride on men's head? Cut!”

VP is estimated to drink too much this evening. His brain is a little unclear, unexpectedly pulls me to start to confide: ”Women is women only! Some women are like the meals! Today, you can eat this style, tomorrow you can try that style. Every time you're tired of any meal, just change to a new one. Don't take it too seriously. Man, if I haven't the money and power, would she stare at me so tightly? Old brother, I'm not confused! I do know that in my heart! This woman, just as a meal to eat, coax her, let her happy, I am happy. Who really takes her seriously? A fool will do it!”

I'm convinced wholeheartedly

Speaking, VP's head overbalances and he is drunk to asleep.

I sigh, ask two waiters to help him change his clothes. Then they carry him out to the parking lot and send him into my car. I drive him back to the hotel and carry him all the way to the room.

The secretary opens the door and sees VP is drunk. She looks somewhat unhappy. ”How did you make him drink so much?”

I glance at her lightly, lift VP and go into the room first, then I turn to her and say, ”We didn't drink. It's the lethal of the wine at dinner.”

Her face is obviously upset and she is muttering something. I am getting a little impatient.

As I am about to leave, VP wakes up suddenly from drunkenness, grabs my hand, and can't speak clearly: ”Brother, don't... Don't go! Don't go! Let's keep talking and drinking.” He raises his eyelids and looks at secretary in a drunken haze. Suddenly he shouts, ”You! You go! You go! Don't fuck in when men talk! Get out!”

Then he turns over, lies down on bed and goes on sleeping soundly.

The secretary's face turns pale with anger, neither can scold nor can cry, an awkward look. I smile and say goodbye and come out.

Suddenly I realize that this kind of woman is no different from the girl in the nightclub.

The only difference is that girls in nightclubs are basically self-aware. Since they sell services, they don't put on airs.

But such women still think they have dignity. In fact, in the eyes of men, they are nothing.

...

I take the elevator down the stairs, and as I'm passing the hall, I suddenly hear a familiar voice coming from one side: ”Okay, then thank you.”

Then I see a slender figure coming out of a café-shop on the other side and saying goodbye to several people. Then he comes to where I stand.

This man has a handsome face, a warm smile, a calm look and impressive in bearing. It's the Winson Lee that I have seen at the airport this afternoon.

And those people, one of whom I actually seem to have seen before too! It seems to be one of Jimmy Chou's men! That day, after the charity auction, this man was waiting to give the two gifts to Nanny.