At half past nine in the evening, for many, the day is coming to an end.

But for Baihetaro, this is just the beginning of a long day.

The design of the dress tightly bound her waist and abdomen made her can't help but take a deep breath, she sat in the car for a long time, and now her brain is still a little drowsy, she patted her hair with her hand, cheered up, and looked up at the door of the banquet hall not far away.

From this point of view, you can see the world in the open door is resplendent with people, and the white crane taro has lowered her eyes—is she really going to step through that door? Of course, she was repulsed in her heart, but her head kept urging herself to hurry in......

But before she could think about it, someone had already made a choice for her.

"What are you grinding about?" Her agent Jan stood in front of the open car door with one hand on his waist and the other looking at his phone, his face full of impatience with heavy makeup, "Sue you, you're all here, don't take any more Qiao, no one may look at you yet." ”

Her tone was so bad that Bai Hetaro had a bad association, and she only felt that her teeth were sore to the sockets.

She got out of the car, her skirt was too long, no one helped her, and as soon as the cold December wind passed, a layer of goosebumps rose on her skin □□ outside.

It was a private gathering of business celebrities, attended by celebrities from all walks of life - it didn't sound so "private", it was said that Jan didn't know where she got the news, she diligently lined up the few young female artists under her command, and finally picked and chose three beautiful ones, among them the white crane taro.

Bai Hetaro is the worst artist in this unknown economic company, he can't sing, his face is paralyzed in acting, and his interpersonal relationship with everyone in the company is at the top.

But she has one of the biggest strengths.

She's beautiful.

She is not a pure type, nor is she a charming and moving type, and others can't say why she uses adjectives, but in the end, there will only be two words "beautiful" in a thousand words.

To put it bluntly, it's so beautiful that it's not distinctive, Bai Hetaro looked at the two female artists in front of him who were talking to Jan affectionately, and thought to himself.

There were already a lot of people in the venue, dressed in fragrant temples and shadows, and the light from the lights reflected the whole hall in a golden glow - or maybe it wasn't the light, but the magnificence of the place.

The two female artists who came together were like fish in water as soon as they came in, smiling and twisting the waist of the water snake through the crowd, and they were standing next to an old man just now, turning around and looking again, and then came to another middle-aged man.

They were serious about fulfilling the task that Jan had given them - to sell themselves.

It would be more accurate to market your own body.

Bai Hetaro looked at it and felt that it was not interesting—let her go to those old men who were old enough to be her father, and laughed wildly, and it was estimated that she would not be able to do this in the next life.

As soon as the night bell rang, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly changed, and the music and light all revealed ambiguity, Jan walked to her side, and followed the temptation, which group is the boss, which group is the son.

At the end, he added: "Find the target first and then start, men, who doesn't like to be young and beautiful." ”

The white crane taro began to empty.

Her gaze fell to the side.

It was a small bar, dimly lit, with a good atmosphere, and a person sitting in front of the bar.

A woman, with short red hair, neat and neat, dressed in professional attire, not like attending a party, but like an ol who had just gotten off work at a bar.

Bai Hetaro didn't see the other party's face, and could only guess that she was talking to a young bartender.

They laughed, and they looked so out of place.

Jan patted her, as if he was a little angry, "White Crane Taro, I didn't let you come here to eat." ”

Bai Hetaro came back to his senses and looked down at the velvet cake on the plate in his hand.

Bai Crane Taro replied, "Oh. ”

Jan was angry, patted her again, and pointed not far away, where there were a few men, Jan said, "See the middle one, do you know who it is?" ”

Bai Hetaro didn't look at it, and said quickly: "I don't know." ”

Jan resisted the urge to shoot people this time, and said hatefully: "That's the youngest son of the chairman of Jianzhong Group, worth hundreds of millions." ”

White Crane Taro: "Oh. ”

"That's director Chen Minghu, who just won the Golden Bell Award last year."

"Oh."

“…… White Crane Taro," Jan's face finally pulled down completely, "You need to know what you're here for. ”

Bai Tsuru taro did not speak.

Jan went on to say, "If you get to know those people, it will be very helpful for you in the future. ”

She added, "You know what I mean, don't be ignorant." ”

Bai Hetaro was silent for a while, and Jan said, "Look at Ran Die." ”

Ran Die is one of the two little artists, Bai Hetaro went to see, Ran Die was not far away, snuggled in the arms of a middle-aged man.

Bai Hetaro thought in his heart: It's really a flower butterfly, so fast.

She looked at the man's figure and age, as well as the shiny top of his head, and said ten thousand impossibilities in her heart, she pursed her lips, and just wanted to refuse, Jan suddenly said: "Bai Hetaro, don't forget Jì, you still have five million in arrears." ”

Bai Hetaro was stunned, and his eyes quickly dimmed like fireworks.

After a long time, she said in a dumb voice: "I remember." ”

"But I ......"

Can't do it.

She really has nothing, she has no parents, no savings, no house.

She was afraid that she would not even be able to have it herself.

"I'm sorry," she said...... "I'm going to think for myself." ”

Jan turned and walked away.

At that moment, Bai Hetaro was a little confused, maybe a little melancholy, she subconsciously looked at the small bar, there was no longer that woman, only the little bartender was there boredly throwing wine bottles and playing.

Bai Hetaro walked forward, she didn't remember who those men were, Jianzhong Group or China Construction Group? It doesn't matter.

She felt as if she was trembling as she was moving forward, and she wished she could stop, that she would never take this step, that if there was someone standing in her way now, she would be able to stop.

In the next second, as if hearing her heart, the lights in the entire venue were extinguished.

Bai Hetaro was stunned.

At that moment, a voice sounded overhead.

"Welcome to Yangyu Manor New Year's Pie Duì, it's surprise time, we have carefully planned this dark minute session, in which ......"

It's this kind of old-fashioned cliché again, Bai Hetaro lowered his eyes and thought coyly.

But for a moment, someone grabbed her hand—and before she could react, the temperature of that moment faded in an instant, and when she came back to her senses, there was an extra note in her hand.

A minute later, the chaotic crowd saw the light again, and Bai Hetaro lowered his head, the note was already wet with sweat from his palm, and the handwriting was sloppy, and what was slightly noticeable was that it was written in lipstick.

The lipstick was very dark, the kind that the white crane taro would never use, and she lowered her eyelashes.

Woman...... Is it?

Bai Hetaro held the note in her hand, and soon it became a small ball, and she looked to the second floor of the banquet, where the note had invited her to an appointment.

Bai Crane is not a keen adventurous person, in fact, she has an unusual hatred and rejection of novelty.

But perhaps it's the faint smell of lipstick on the slip of paper - a kind of leather.

This kind of breath made Bai Hetaro inexplicably a little tempted, and she herself couldn't tell what kind of feeling she felt at that moment, the steps were there, waiting for her.

Bai Hetaro went upstairs.

The upstairs was quiet, the banquet was set up in the villa, which was obviously not used often, and the second floor was deserted, and everyone was partying in the hall downstairs.

Bai Hetaro pushed open the door of the room where the note was written, it was very dark, but with the help of the faint light outside, she could still vaguely see the layout inside—it seemed to be a place to put sundries, but there was not much clutter.

She walked in.

At that moment, a pair of hands suddenly wrapped around her waist.

She almost screamed in an instant, but she stopped herself, she looked down, the fingers were bony, long, and the fingertips were painted with dark red nail polish, which were the hands of a woman.

It's a pity that Bai Hetaro doesn't believe that there are ghosts in the world.

She heard a chuckle behind her, it was a woman's voice, and she wanted to look back, but a force forced her face back, and then she felt something press on her lips.

It's the lips......

She remembered it in hindsight.

The faint smell of her lips touching the other party's lips came, and the other party's tongue very dexterously pried open her teeth and reached in to entangle with her.

Bai Hetaro was stunned in place, stretched out her hand to push, but was grabbed by the wrist, and let the other party's nonsense even more indulgence - she was kissed so much that she was panting and couldn't breathe frequently.

was a woman, or a woman who didn't see her face clearly at all.

The kiss was so hot that she almost thought it wasn't a woman at all—though she didn't know what a man's kiss was all about.

It feels very strange to be kissed, especially when the breath sprayed by the other party seems to have a hint of sweetness.

Fortunately, the other party didn't make more moves, Bai Hetaro took a deep breath, couldn't help but take a step back, and confirmed that she was within a safe distance from the other party, she looked up.

The other party was a woman - no doubt about it.

The woman was probably young - she was walking to the door, not going out, and she patted the wall, and the lights came on.

Only then did Bai Hetaro see the other party clearly—it was indeed a woman, beautiful, with short hair, dark red, wearing a white shirt with a lace neckline, and a black blazer.

It was the woman at the bar.