Sticking to Mr.Chairman in This Life-Chapter 943: Did You Drink to Your Heart’s Content?

"Don’t worry, I won’t laugh at you. There are no outsiders here, so drink as much as you like."

Zhenzhen smiled and raised her glass to Su Ge, "Cheers."

"Cheers."

Su Ge clinked glasses with her without hesitation, and they both downed their drinks simultaneously.

Right after drinking, Zhenzhen immediately grabbed the bottle again.

Su Ge saw her determined to drink till she dropped, so she directly removed the glasses from the table, "Pouring into the glass doesn’t seem satisfying enough. We might as well drink straight from the bottle."

Zhenzhen looked at her with some surprise.

Su Ge directly took a bottle, swiftly removing the cap, "I might not hold my liquor well, but like you said, there are no outsiders here, and you won’t laugh at me, so I’m not afraid of getting drunk. Let’s just drink freely. I’ve never drunk like this before, and I’d like to try it today."

Zhenzhen’s gaze deepened slightly. She quickly nodded and smiled, "Alright."

The night outside was thick and dark. The chilly night and the bar’s clamor seemed like two different worlds.

"Zhenzhen... I can’t take it anymore..."

Before they even finished two bottles, Su Ge was already dizzy and lay down on the sofa, her cheeks flushed, unable to even grip the bottle.

Unusually, even Zhenzhen showed signs of drunkenness, leaning crookedly on the sofa, her black hair covering half of her delicate face, the exposed half also flush red.

"No way... it’s just starting... Xiao Ge... we agreed not to leave until drunk... keep... drinking..."

She mumbled indistinctly, then raised the bottle in her hand and gulped down a big swig.

Drinking too hurriedly, the red liquid ran down her mouth, soaking a large part of her collar.

"So... delicious..."

Su Ge barely managed to grip the bottle, sloppily pouring it onto her face, covering her small face in red liquid, but only a few drops reached her mouth.

"Haha..." Zhenzhen watched her and couldn’t help but point and laugh, "Xiao Ge... is that... what you call drinking... that’s not how you do it... you’re wasting it all..."

After speaking, she took another gulp herself.

Su Ge ignored her mockery, continuing to clumsily pour the drink over her face.

Whether it was the liquor or tears, her vision quickly blurred.

In the haze, she looked at the figure leaning on the sofa, and as she laughed, she began to cry.

Crying while drinking.

She didn’t know why, but she seemed to empathize with Zhenzhen’s mood.

She ultimately didn’t try to persuade her, nor did she have the strength to, and she drifted off into a muddled sleep.

She woke up in the private room the next day.

When Su Ge awoke, Zhenzhen was still sleeping soundly.

She lay on another sofa, and Su Ge could vaguely hear her snoring.

Her head ached from the hangover, so she massaged her temples and forced herself to sit up.

Looking around the private room, she realized Zhenzhen had finished all of the room’s drinks.

Counting them, there were about a dozen bottles.

She quietly stared at Zhenzhen for a moment when her phone suddenly vibrated.

Only then did she remember something, quickly pulling her phone from her pocket, discovering seven or eight missed calls.

All the calls were from the same person—Ling Feng.

She hurriedly pushed back her sticky hair, cleared her throat, forced herself to perk up, and answered the call, "Assistant Ling."

"Did you have enough fun?" The voice on the other side was emotionally indifferent.