He turned his head to look at me, raised his chin at me and motioned me to drink the wine in my hand.
“They just like to joke. Don’t mind it. It’s my birthday today. They toasted me a lot of wine. If you don’t come again, I will be drunk.”
Seeing that I still didn’t speak, Jeff knew that I was unhappy. He turned around and scolded again.
“Say less of this next time. She doesn’t like to hear it.”
Over the years, Jeff often took me to such occasions.
In the past, I always thought that this was a sign of his attention to me and allowed me to integrate into his circle.
But now it seemed that in his eyes, I was just a servant who could resist drinking and a bodyguard who could sleep.
Jeff’s friends curled their lips, but didn’t say anything after all.
Just then, a figure walked in from the door.
She looked a little helpless, holding a gift box tightly in her hand, her fingers were a little white with nervousness and it seemed that it was her first time to come to such a bright and bustling place.
The moment she entered the door, Jeff beside me stood up suddenly, took off his suit jacket and put it on her shoulders.
“What are you doing here? Didn’t I say that I would find you after I finished?”