Zhan Zhan likes to stay in Beijing, if he doesn't think about going to the next level, in this city, he is an emperor-like existence. The people around him were eager to lie on his lap and beg him for mercy and reward them with some wealth that was not worth mentioning in his eyes.

He is accustomed to the humble appearance of the people around him, and believes that people are born different. Family and bloodline are the most important existence for the aristocracy, and the money that the lowly people pray for is just a tool used by the nobles to enslave them.

It's simple and useful.

Give a little money, and there will be countless lowly people who will flock to it. Among them were the mistakes he made when he was younger.

He couldn't tolerate women who threatened him, but chose to be open to his children, as long as they were useful to the Zhan family.

Zhan Yan is the only son in his mind. Others are just more trustworthy tools than outsiders.

Zhan Qi, the most restless of the tool people.

Zhan Zhan knew just by looking at his eyes that he wanted more than the other brothers and sisters. If it were only his biological mother, maybe he would be a silly boy singing and dancing on stage now. The Zhan family gave him so much, but he still couldn't feel satisfied.

Greedy.

Clever.

Such a person will be a scourge to stay by Zhan Yan's side in the future.

When he went to Shanghai, the girl Zhan Qi desperately wanted to introduce, Zhan Zhan was not at all interested. Even though he has reached the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, the desire for a young body is stronger than when he was young.

Zhan Zhan was just worried, Zhan Qi had other plans.

He hoped that his indifference would make Zhan Qi retreat, but Zhan Qi chose to rise to the occasion and sent Qian Wenwen to Beijing. His feet.

He wanted to deprive him of all his rights, but the blood relationship still made Zhan Zhan feel compassion. As long as Zhan Qi's bottom line does not threaten Zhan Yan, he can give him more points.

He decided to meet the girl named Qian Wenwen.

In the suburbs of Beijing, in the studio of Big Lemon Entertainment Company, most of the students have been eliminated halfway through the recording of the program. Lin Zhiyi and the students tutored by Zeppelin have been going all the way, and their strength has been unexpectedly improved. The task left over from the last episode was to let the students complete the composition by themselves.

The powerful students worked hard, and the VIP students naturally threw this task to the assistant teacher.

Lin Zhiyi also likes to stay in the students' practice room in the early hours of the morning, after the staff have finished work and go home, playing his newly written tunes.

Qian Wenwen knew about this because she didn't leave. She hid from everyone and looked at him through the glass window that was specially made for the recording of the show.

The last time I looked at him like this was when I was in Zhiyuan Middle School.

At that time, he was the pride of the sky in the school. It was she who pulled him to this small rehearsal room with her own hands, but she didn't regret it, only in this way did she have this short time alone with him.

Because Lin Zhiyi plugged in headphones to the electronic keyboard, Qian Wenwen had no way to hear his music.

If she could hear it, she would know that his music was now full of sadness.

Qian Wenwen waited for Lin Zhiyi to leave the studio before leaving quietly. Her car is parked in an exclusive parking space, and it is her favorite flamboyant red hatchback. The car was registered in her name, and she also had two houses in Beijing within the Third Ring Road, and she took her mother to Beijing.

For the first time, she felt that life was satisfying.

Until she had just started the engine, a Maybach with high beams blocked her way. She honked the horn of the sports car hard, but the other party was not moved at all.

Qian Wenwen opened the door and got out of the car in a frustrated manner, and knocked on the other driver's window.

But the Maybach windows don't show a single gap.

"Don't knock. This glass is bulletproof. ”

A deep male voice came from behind Qian Wenwen.

She was startled and jerked her head back. The other party is Zhan Zhan, whom she has only met once in Shanghai.

For a moment, her mind spun wildly, thinking of various possibilities for Zhan Zhan to find her alone, no matter which possibility, she didn't know how to deal with it without Zhan Qi being present.

She wanted to take out her mobile phone and send a message to Zhan Qi.

But Zhan Zhan looked directly into her eyes, making her unable to move, as if even the blood in her body was gradually stiffening.

"Zhan...... Zhan Dong. ”

Qian Wenwen didn't know how to say hello and got along with Zhan Zhan alone, his aura overwhelmed her.

"Get in the car. Do you want me to invite you? ”

"Oh."

Qian Wenwen involuntarily got into Zhan Zhan's car, and she couldn't take care of her sports car that hadn't turned off yet.

She didn't know where she was going.

Along the way, Zhan Zhan's words were less than Zhan Qi's.

The car stopped, and Qian Wenwen took advantage of Zhan Zhan's time to get out of the car and sent a brief WeChat message to Zhan Qi, "I have arrived at Zhan Dong's office." ”

Zhan Qi almost replied in seconds, "Gain his trust." ”

"That's what you promised me in return."

Qian Wenwen followed Zhan Zhan into a club, she recognized it, this is the place where Jiang Yichen brought her to see Zhan Qi, it seems that this is the Zhan family's nest in Beijing.

Zhan Zhan didn't walk to the brightly lit hall, but went to the more private backyard through a private passage. There were only two security guards guarding the door, and only the two of them were left in the building, which was several stories high behind the door.

From the outside, this building looks like an ordinary hotel, but inside, it is very authentic royal decoration, with several rooms, almost completely replicating the appearance of the Forbidden City.

Qian Wenwen was fascinated by an antique vase placed in the hall.

"A gilded openwork vase." Zhan Zhan, who was walking in front of her, stopped and said.

"Isn't this in the Forbidden City?"

"Which one do you think is true?" Zhan Zhan asked suddenly.

Qian Wenwen didn't know how to answer for a while, she was not an expert in appreciating cultural relics. "Is there any fake in the Forbidden City?"

"That's right." Zhan Zhan laughed.

He led her to the room on the top floor of the building, where the décor was minimalist again. There are only simple furniture, and a row full of red wines and champagnes collected from the world's major wineries.

"What to drink?"

"Champagne." Qian Wenwen fell in love with a bottle of vintage champagne on the wine shelf.

"Drink in the red bar. Champagne is used for celebrations. I guess you're not done yet. ”

Hearing Zhan Zhan say this, Qian Wenwen's heart couldn't help but shudder.

Zhan Zhan poured her a glass of red wine casually, and Qian Wenwen watched the wine in the bottle flow into the wine glass little by little, as if it contained her own blood.

She thought of Yang Xichen and Zou Ke, who died in Thailand.

He doesn't necessarily take more time to take someone else's life than pouring a glass of wine.

Qian Wenwen took the wine glass handed by Zhan Zhan in shock, if she couldn't go back tonight, her only regret was that she didn't hear Lin Zhiyi's new song.

With the determination to die, she drank the wine.

"Wine is to be tasted slowly." Zhan Qi took her wine glass and poured it again for herself. I savored it in one bite.