“……”

In some ways, their brothers still have something in common, and their poisonous tongue is really hateful.

Jing Hao took the internal phone and called the next door, but no one answered it for a long time.

"Cheng Huan," he pushed open the door with an unkind face.

Jing Hao stood in place for a while, then slowly walked to the computer desk and sat down.

Along the way, Cheng Huan's heart was pounding nervously, and he had already broken out in a cold sweat at the door of the office.

"Whew," she was halfway out before she froze.

In the seat that belonged to her was sitting a well-dressed man.

“…… Mr. Jing," she laughed dryly, "When did you come, I just came back from fetching water." ”

"Is it to go to the toilet with a bag to fetch water?"

"Yes, it's more urgent."

"So anxious that you forgot to get the cup back?" Jing Hao casually turned his pen, but his voice was murderous.

Cheng Huan, who was full of loopholes, simply lowered his head, "I'm sorry Mr. Jing, I overslept again." ”

"Clean up and follow me to meet a client in the evening," Jing Hao snapped and closed the cap.

After that, he got up and walked past Cheng Huan without squinting, "The playground is also a good place to sleep." ”

Cheng Huan, who was poked, was taken aback, she subconsciously turned around and saw the wristband she didn't have time to take off......

"It's a fox," she whispered, looking at the closed door.

"I don't want to go back to dinner in the evening," she left a message for Lu Jia.

The other party quickly replied, and his words revealed ambiguity, "Is it to accompany Mr. Jing?" ”

"Just go and meet the customer together......"

"Oh," the gossip was gone, and the other party lost interest.

At six o'clock, Jing Hao stepped on the point of getting off work on time.

"Mr. Jing," Cheng Huan reacted very quickly and stood up from his seat and bowed in a decent manner.

Compared with Jing Hao, who is in a three-piece suit, she is obviously in another world with jeans and sneakers.

"That's what you're wearing?" The man's voice could not hide his disgust.

"I'm sorry Mr. Jing, I didn't bring a change of clothes."

Jing Hao walked out without saying a word.

Just when Cheng Huan thought that she was no longer needed and regained her freedom, the man walked in with an evening dress.

"Put it on," Jing Hao threw it at her without looking at it.

"This is too ......" Cheng Huan glanced at the man's unkind face, and decisively swallowed the three words 'too revealing', "It's good-looking." ”

"Hurry up and change," Jing Hao walked out with the door.

"What a good-looking big-headed ghost," Cheng Huan looked at the thin fabric and wanted to cry without tears.

"Are you getting dressed or eating?" Jing Hao knocked impatiently on the door.

"That's good," Cheng Huan looked at himself in the mirror with his breasts half exposed, and a sense of shame surged from his head to his feet.

She doesn't think she's a feudal conservative person, but the design of this fork splitting to her chest is too unrestrained.

"Mr. Jing," she opened the door slowly.

Jing Hao glanced her up and down, and didn't say anything sarcastic for the first time, "Let's go." ”

Cheng Huan looked around, fortunately the colleagues in the company were all clean, otherwise she really wanted to find a crack to get into.

"Don't talk nonsense for a while, it's best not to make a sound," Jing Hao walked to the phaeton and stopped.

Cheng Huan said in his heart, "Then why don't you go by yourself?" ”

The man seemed to hear her heart, and said coldly, "Take you to at least have a human flesh shield in case of danger." ”

“……”

"Mr. Jing, I'll open it," Cheng Huan hurriedly changed the topic.

"No, I'm afraid that I will die at your hands before I am defeated by the enemy," Jing Hao did not stop at all, and skillfully started the car.

Cheng Huan took a deep breath and sat silently in the back row.

Twenty minutes later, the car pulled up in front of a private clubhouse.

"Hold me," Jing Hao commanded, smoothing out the folds in the crook of his arm.

Cheng Huan surrounded him weakly, and he didn't dare to come out.

"Sir, please show me the invitation."

Jing Hao took out a gilded card from the pocket of his high-end suit and handed it over.

"Mr. Jing, please come in."

The door slowly opened, and the bright light seemed to be another world compared to the dim outside world.

"Wow," Cheng Huan couldn't help but exclaim.

"Keep your mouth shut, don't act like an idiot," Jing Hao reminded as he straightened and stared ahead.

"Oh."

Although he responded with his mouth, Cheng Huan couldn't help but secretly look around.

Mountains of champagne towers, men and women in suits, and bejeweled frescoes are a part of the daily life of high society.

"Mr. Jing, can you please dance with me?" The girl with a beautiful face wore a white dress, gentle and generous.

"No, I have a dance partner."

The girl glanced at Cheng Huan next to her, and walked away with tears in her eyes.

Cheng Huan couldn't see others upset, she shook the man's arm slightly, "She's going to cry." ”

"Does it have anything to do with me?" Jing Hao casually picked up a glass of wine and took a sip, "She hates you." ”

“……”

Cheng Huan has never seen such a brazen person, and he has to step on the pot again when he throws it on someone else's head.

Jing Hao seemed to be waiting for someone, raising his arm from time to time to look at the time.

"Let's go," he said like a precise predator, doing his work without delay.

The two of them walked across the drunken dance floor, through the dark passageway, and into the underground.

Unexpectedly, there was no cave here, Cheng Huan quietly remembered the route.

"Wait for me," Jing Hao stepped forward and whispered a few words to the waiter.

"Please," the waiter bowed respectfully.

"Let's go."

Cheng Huan followed closely.

The two of them went down another level, and the light became even darker.

In front of the hall was a stage, and there were many leather sofa beds lined up below, covered with white blankets, on which many people were already lying.

"Mr. Jing, you haven't been here for a while," the middle-aged man smiled obscenely with a girl in his arms.

"I've been busy lately," Jing Hao said lightly, "Mr. He, don't come unharmed." ”

He took off his suit jacket and put it in Cheng Huan's hands, and sat down on the bed next to the man.

"It's not bad thanks to you," He Junsheng swept his gaze over Cheng Huan.

"I heard that Cheng'an recently has a batch of goods that I want to cooperate with you."

He Junsheng was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "Not bad." ”

"I can give you three more points back on the basis of the price of Cheng'an."

"Mr. Jing, you also know that Mr. Wang has a lot of tentacles......" He Junsheng pretended to push his glasses, looking embarrassed.

"Add another year of access to the pier."

"You're too polite," He Junsheng turned his round head, and the flesh on his face squeezed together, smiling flatteringly.

"Although Wang Zhihai has many minions, after all, age is there, there is a way that the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and I support your generation of new people to replace the old ones."

Jing Hao raised his glass to him, "Happy cooperation." ”

In an instant, all the few lights in the hall went out.

"The show is about to begin," Jing Hao said meaningfully.

In the dark, Cheng Huan's hand was suddenly touched, she jumped away, and shouted angrily, "Who?" ”

"Come here, Mr. He is joking with you," Jing Hao's deep voice smacked of warning.

Cheng Huan slowly leaned over again.

"Lie down, don't get in the way of the people behind you."

“……”

She glanced at the sofa and lay down next to Jing Hao as if she were dead.

A beam of light hit the center of the stage, like a pale white moonlight.

Cheng Huan's whole body was stiff like an iron plate, and the distance between them could even hear the man's shallow breathing.

The middle of the stage collapsed, and a soft female voice slowly came from the stereo, "Next, please enjoy, "Canary." ”

"Wow~~" The spectators below whispered, mixed with a few obscene words.

The huge cage was slowly pushed up, and the bells hung in the four corners, making a gentle clean sound.

There was a naked woman inside, with blonde hair, sitting on her knees, her hands tied behind her back.

In shock, Cheng Huan's action of covering his eyes stopped, but opened his eyes wider and wider.

"Smack."

It's like thunder exploding in the flats.

The Spartan-style man appeared with a leather whip in his hand, bulging chest muscles, strong thighs, and bursting hormones that ignited the audience.

The cheers of men and women mingled, like a return to the indulgence of primitive society.

The two of them are separated by a cage, and they are extremely teasing.

With the development of the plot, the sound of swishing water has already sounded around, and Cheng Huan only feels that his face is hot.

"The view... Mr. Jing... I'll go to the bathroom," she stumbled.

"Hmm," the man's voice was deep.

With permission, Cheng Huan almost ran over as if he was running away.

She leaned against the door of the toilet cubicle, gasping for air like a fish on the verge of dying of thirst.

After a long time, she regained her time and scolded in a low voice, "Pervert! ”

Cheng Huan pushed open the door of the cubicle to the pool, rinsed his hands with cold water, and his cheeks were still fiery red, like a novice rubbing too much rouge.

Whew, she breathed a sigh of relief, pressed her temples, and walked out.

Cheng Huan didn't plan to go back to enjoy the Living Spring Palace, so he simply walked slowly along the corridor.

It looks like it was built on the foundation of a rock cave, and there are still uncovered stones in the corners, and the dark blue paint gives the whole a mysterious feeling.

Suddenly, she seemed to see a familiar figure.

A couple on a stone bench in the light light is lingering and compassionate, not knowing what heaven and earth are.

It's just that the man's side face looks like Jia Shenqing.

Cheng Huan covered his face with a cup and leaned over quietly.

The moment she saw it thoroughly, she almost crushed the cup in her hand.

It was Jia Shenqing.

"Smack."

Cheng Huan was furious, and smashed the cup against the stone wall next to him, and the transparent slag scattered in all directions.

"Sick?" The woman turned her head dissatisfiedly and scolded.

"Get the hell out of here!"