C80 If You Refuse a Toast You'll Have to Drink a Forfeit
C80 If You Refuse a Toast You'll Have to Drink a Forfeit
Zhang Jing felt very uncomfortable in her heart.
Everyone knew that Han Zhiyu was Han Bingjun's niece.
The world was so unfair. Some people had to work hard for more than half of their lives to obtain something, while others could obtain it with a wave of their hands.
Zhang Jing did not even eat for a day. She sat in front of the computer angrily.
A pair of beautiful but empty eyes. On the screen was the company's internal chat group. For the news of the 8 divinations company, a few employees of the company specially set up a group. Usually, they would talk about who was who and who was gossip.
Of course, it also included Han Zhiyu's.
With her in the company, was there any value for him to continue staying?
"Sister Zhang, after work, can you get up and go to eat? And then go shopping later?" Han Zhiyu suddenly stretched out her head and Zhang Jing's heart skipped a beat and immediately recovered her expression.
"Sorry, I have to work overtime today. "
"Working overtime is not good for the health, Sister Zhang. " Han Zhiyu took a step forward and tried to persuade her, "Why don't I invite Sister Zhang for a massage tonight and stay at the company for one day. . . "
"Manager Han, you have the capital to squander your time. But I can't, so please don't force me. " Zhang Jing directly interrupted her words and replied without looking up.
This unhesitating rejection made Han Zhiyu's face turn awkward. Seeing Wang Ziyue's expression change by the side, she immediately pulled and left Zhang Jing's position.
"What are you pulling for? You are so kind to ask her out like eating an explosive packet. Don't you know who you are throwing your face at?" Thinking about her attitude just now, Wang Ziyue felt angry.
Han Zhiyu, on the other hand, was deep in thought. Then, she slowly opened her mouth and said, "I can understand Sister Zhang's mood. The position that originally belonged to her was snatched away by an airborne soldier. No matter what, she would not be willing to accept it. "
Wang Ziyue rolled her eyes, "If not for the fact that luck is also one of the abilities, we can only blame her for not having this luck. "
"You can't say that. Zhang Jing's strength is unquestionable. " Han Zhiyu continued to speak and her voice carried a trace of gratification, "But from the looks of it just now, Zhang Jing should not be Han Bingjun's person. "
"What do you mean?"
"If she really is Han Bingjun's person, she should think of ways to get close to me, then gain my trust, and then find a chance to tear me apart. But from the day I entered the office, she didn't like me very much. You saw it just now. I invited her so passionately, and she rejected me on the first day. "
"That makes sense. Then we can start with her. " Wang Ziyue touched her chin and thought deeply, "It is just that she is thinking about your position. I am afraid that only if you give her your position, she will trust you. "
“. . . ”
Han Zhiyu was at a loss for words. Indeed, it was not difficult to gain their trust, especially for an airborne soldier like her.
"It's so difficult. " Han Zhiyu said with a bitter tone.
"Zhiyu, don't be discouraged. We will definitely succeed. " Wang Ziyue saw her depressed look and could not help but pat her shoulder to comfort her, "Tonight we will temporarily not consider the matter of work. I will take you to relax and relax. "
Thinking that this kind of direct vexation did not have any results, Han Zhiyu nodded her head in agreement.
When the two of them took the car to the bar's door, Han Zhiyu's eyes opened wide.
"I think I should go home and rest. "
"Don't go. " Wang Ziyue pulled Han Zhiyu, who had turned around, and said, "Since you are already here, then enjoy yourself to your heart's content. Or is it because you are afraid of your husband that you do not dare to. "
"Who? Who said that I am afraid of him?" Han Zhiyu swallowed her saliva and said.
"That's right. Today, in order to celebrate the two of us working together again, we have to drink until we are drunk and not return. " Wang Ziyue was in high spirits and pulled Han Zhiyu into the bar.
After ordering two glasses of wine, the two of them began to drink and chat.
Wang Ziyue really started to drink and in a short while, her face turned red and she wanted to go dance on the dance floor.
Han Zhiyu, who drank very little, stared at Wang Ziyue, afraid that she would be out of her sight.
"Beauty, one person?" Suddenly, a vulgar voice came from beside her ear.
Han Zhiyu turned her head and saw a fat man with greasy hair and a face full of oil, looking at her with lustful eyes.
She was so disgusted that she had goosebumps all over her body. She suddenly took a step back, "What are you doing?"
"Don't be nervous. I just want to make friends. " The fatty's eyes looked at Han Zhiyu from head to toe. The little girl looked pure, just that her chest was a little small.
"Sorry, I don't know you. " Han Zhiyu's expression immediately became alert.
"We will know each other after drinking two glasses. " Fatty shouted at the bartender at the bar, then carried two glasses of strong liquor and walked towards Han Zhiyu.
Han Zhiyu was not stupid, of course she knew this person had bad intentions, so she turned around and walked onto the dance floor.
She grabbed Wang Ziyue's hand and walked towards the exit without saying anything.
"Wait, beauty, give me face. " Fatty refused to give up and gave a few glances to his own people.
Soon, two or three men blocked Han Zhiyu's path. They had malicious smiles on their faces.
"What exactly do you want?" Han Zhiyu stopped the dizzy Wang Ziyue and her voice trembled slightly.
"Beauty, I just said that I only want to make friends. " The fatty's tone became forceful and his eyes stared straight at Han Zhiyu.
The surrounding dancing people automatically dispersed and surrounded them in the middle, acting as if they were watching a show.
Han Zhiyu's palms started to sweat and her heart was beating so fast that she almost vomited.
She looked at the cup that the fatty handed over and reached out to take it.
Only then did the fatty pull his face and smile. But this smile did not even last for a second before Han Zhiyu poured a bottle of wine on him.
"Damn it, I see that you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. "
The fatty's face turned red in anger. He went forward and wanted to grab Han Zhiyu.
"What happened?" Suddenly, the manager of the bar walked out. He was stunned when he saw the fat man.
This Fatty was always a troublesome person, so the manager tried to avoid direct conflict.
"This stinky woman spilled my wine all over my body. I'm here to have fun, not to make a fool of myself. " The fatty said angrily.
The manager knew in his heart that a slap wouldn't make a sound, but he wouldn't stop the bar from running just because of an unfamiliar woman.
Thus, he mediated, "Mr. Zhang, for my sake, let this lady apologize to you. This matter will be over just like that, how about it?"
“！” Han Zhiyu was stunned. The person who was clearly in the wrong was her. Why was it her who apologized?!
Fatty stared at Han Zhiyu for a while, then picked up a bottle of wine from the bar and said fiercely, "After you drink this wine, treat it as you apologizing to me, and we will forget about it. If you don't give me this bit of face, don't even think about leaving today! "