bookcurios Chapter 750 Mo Erhao Club Catches a Drunkard
Chapter 750 Mo Erhao Club Catches a Drunkard
Lanxi Club
Meng Jie sat alone in a booth at the club bar, holding a glass of wine and gulping it down.
The words she overheard outside the CEO's office left her heartbroken.
In fact, as early as her second year working at the Mo Group, she had fallen for Mo Erhao at a company annual meeting after a fleeting glance.
However, she always restrained her feelings and faced Mo Erhao as if nothing was wrong.
That encounter in the conference room today almost made her confess her feelings.
She could also sense that Mo Erhao had fallen for her at that time.
Who knew that when she went to the president's office, she would hear his heartless words.
Those words, like gleaming silver needles, pierced her heart with pain.
It turns out that what she thought was attraction and affection was all an illusion.
What she thought was love was just a chaotic mess for her alone.
The liquor was spicy, which made tears well up in her eyes.
In her hazy, drunken state, a familiar figure made her pause, her hand holding the wine glass still.
She forgot that this was Mo Erhao's favorite club.
She reflexively lowered her head, trying to avoid that familiar figure.
"Meng Jie, is that you? Why are you drinking here alone? You're really brave!"
A familiar voice came from behind her, and she looked up, her gaze falling on that familiar figure.
As the familiar scent of cedar approached, she instinctively hid behind the sofa.
Mo Erhao's surprise was evident through the dim light of the bar.
"You're still drunk? Meng Jie, aren't you afraid that some man-eating jackals might carry you away?"
There was a hint of worry in Mo Erhao's tone.
"Why...why are you interfering with me? You're just my boss, not my dad."
Meng Jie's face, flushed red from the alcohol, remained indifferent.
"I'm only keeping an eye on you because you're my colleague; otherwise, I wouldn't bother with you at all."
Mo Erhao appeared indifferent, but he was actually a little anxious inside.
Why did this girl come to a place like this all by herself?
She was completely drunk. Wasn't she afraid that those so-called rich young men who played with women would hurt her?
"I don't need your fake kindness, nor your pity, and I don't need you to tell me what to do. Get out of my way."
Meng Jie put down her wine glass and stood up unsteadily.
She grabbed her bag and prepared to leave.
As she passed by Mo Erhao, her wrist was grabbed by a force.
The scent of cedarwood hits your nose.
Meng Jie was momentarily dazed.
Is this man truly concerned about her?
Didn't he say he wouldn't like her? Then why bother caring about her?
"Let me go, I can walk by myself."
Meng Jie tried to shake off Mo Erhao's hand.
"Erhao, who is this?"
A young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a sharp suit asked Mo Erhao.
"My subordinates are also my colleagues."
"Oh, that should be addressed. Most of the men here are waiting for girls to get drunk so they can prey on them. She's just a young girl, so we should keep an eye on her. You can take her away. We'll wait for you at our usual spot."
"Okay, you guys go to the private room first, I'll come back after I drop her off."
Mo Erhao nodded slightly.
Those people went to their usual private room upstairs in the club.
"Vice President Mo, I don't need you to deliver it. Let go of me."
Meng Jie struggled, refusing to let Mo Erhao give her anything.
"Meng Jie, listen to me. It's not safe for a girl like you to come to a place like this. I'll take you home."
"Home? I'm not going back, it's none of your business."
Meng Jie reacted strongly when she heard the word "home".
She forcefully shook off Mo Erhao's hand and stumbled towards the bar entrance.
Mo Erhao's anger flared up. He walked over, forcibly picked up Meng Jie, and left the club.
Meng Jie struggled a few times, but because she was drunk, she wrapped her arms around his neck and fell into a deep sleep.
The familiar scent in his arms, the soft body, and the burning hot cheeks aroused Mo Erhao's body.
It felt just like being in a conference room, a familiar feeling.
"You've fallen for a girl; your heart is fluttering with first love."
Second Brother's words, like a demonic whisper, lingered in Mo Erhao's ears.
Could it be that he really likes Meng Jie?
Otherwise, why would he react the moment he touches her?
Just then, Meng Jie twisted in his arms.
The reaction was even stronger. Mo Erhao was stunned.
"Mo Erhao".
Meng Jie suddenly murmured something.
"I'm here, what's wrong?"
Mo Erhao replied subconsciously.
"You bastard, Mo Erhao, I've liked you for years, and you say you don't like me? You're a bastard."
Mo Erhao paused, his whole body stiffening.
What did he hear?
Meng Jie said she likes him? And how many years has she liked him?
Coming to his senses, Mo Erhao's lips curled into a smile that he himself didn't even notice.
What do you like about me? Really?
As soon as Mo Erhao finished speaking, he saw the woman in his arms open her eyes, her gaze hazy. She paused for a moment, then unexpectedly slapped him across the face.
"Damn it, why do you care if you don't like me? Put me down."
Mo Erhao hadn't recovered from the shock of being slapped when he saw the little woman who had slapped him. She had her eyes closed, her eyelashes fluttering, and she was leaning against his chest, breathing evenly. She seemed to be asleep.
Mo Erhao was both amused and exasperated.
Is this what women look like when they're drunk?
"Oh no, could she actually like me?"
Mo Erhao turned to stone.
At that moment, Mo Erhao suddenly remembered a question: Where did she live?
How can I take her home?
He didn't even know where Meng Jie lived, let alone where he was taking her.
"Wake up, tell me your home address."
Mo Erhao shook Meng Jie.
The young woman didn't react at all, and naturally didn't tell him where she lived.
"Forget it, let's find a hotel!"
Mo Erhao picked up Meng Jie and put her in his car parked in front of the club. He opened the back seat, placed Meng Jie inside, and then bent down to sit down himself.
"Vice President Mo, where are we going?"
the driver asked.
"Just pick any hotel! I don't know where she's staying."
The driver looked slightly surprised.
Is the junior vice president picking up a woman from a bar and planning to go to a hotel?
Who would have thought that the usually refined and aloof junior vice president would engage in one-night stands like those wealthy young men?
Upon closer inspection, the woman seemed somewhat familiar.
It looks like General Secretary Meng Jie?
"Is Assistant Meng drunk?"
"You talk too much nonsense, can't you see that?"
Mo Erhao retorted to the driver.
"Would it be alright to go to the Dengfeng Hotel, which is under the group's umbrella?"
The driver made up his mind.
"Okay, let's drive."
The driver started the engine and headed towards the Dengfeng Hotel, which is owned by the Mo Group.
The driver was driving while inwardly grumbling.
"The clever junior vice president, doesn't he know to ask the group's HR director for Assistant Meng's home address? Or is the junior vice president really looking for a one-night stand with Meng Jie?"