The night was like a curtain, and it was gloomy as if it was about to fall.

A petite figure knelt stubbornly at the door of a large baroque building on the outskirts of the capital, her waist stretched straight like a sculpture, almost blending in with the fountain behind her.

"Boom" a few loud sounds, the downpour fell like pouring beans, but in a few seconds, she was drenched from head to toe, and the sudden chill dyed that beautiful face pale, Ji Chazhi bit his lip and forced himself to kneel his swaying body a little more steady, but he couldn't resist the pain from his knees.

The security guard standing guard at the door finally couldn't bear it, and stepped forward with an umbrella to persuade her, "Little girl, I think you should go back first today, this rain is so heavy and then you have to be sick, Sanshao is having fun at this time, he won't come out to see you, or you will try your luck another day?" ”

She shook her head, her head was a little hard to lift from the raindrops, and her arms were propped up on the ground on both sides, but Rao was so, she still refused to get up.

"Alas, how many people want to see Sanshao here, but they haven't seen any of them, it's really a tough head." The security guard couldn't do anything, sighed, and walked away.

"Xiao Zhang, the third young man's order, let that girl in."

Suddenly, someone hurried out of the door and shouted outside.

Ji Chazhi opened his eyes happily, and he didn't care about the discomfort in his knees, so he got up and ran towards the man, limping much faster than the security guard who was following her.

If the outer layer of this building is still low-key, then inside, it is enough for you to see what it means to be truly magnificent, heavenly and earthly, and you can see a large expanse of extravagant gold, before kneeling for a long time, at first glance she only dizzy, she quietly pinched herself, only then calmed down a little, followed the man who had come to call her before, through the hall and the corridor, until the end of the corridor.

"Sanshao is inside, you go in, remember not to be surprised no matter what you see, Sanshao doesn't like to be surprised."

The man opened the double-sliding wooden door in front of him, painted with golden-brown lacquer, and opened a gap for only one person to enter, and carefully admonished him.

Ji Chazhi glanced at him sideways, thanked him, and calmly turned sideways and went into the door.

The box was very noisy, the air was filled with a disgusting fishy smell, the sound of music and the sound of ambiguity came and went, and the scalp was numb when I heard it......

Holding back the feeling of gagging, she withdrew her gaze and scanned the darkness for a moment, until a jumping flame suddenly burst into a corner not far away, and she noticed that there was another man there.

It was the only place in this box where the light could not shine, and looking at the silhouette, he should be sitting in a chaise longue, the darkness hid his upper body, revealing only two slender thighs wrapped in black trousers, overlapping on the coffee table in front of him, and he was holding a small box of matches in his hand, which was scratched and pulled for a while, and from time to time there was a almost inaudible "zizi" sound.

Everything in front of him seemed to have become something for him to watch.

The light was too dim, and she couldn't see his face at all, but she knew in her heart that this person was the Jing Chengcheng she had to see tonight, a forbidden area that could not be mentioned in the "Eight Banners" circle in the capital.

"Third Young Master."

She took a few steps forward in the dark, and she didn't know what she kicked, and after a roll of "grunt", the music suddenly stopped, and the laser light "snapped" and focused on the top of her head, illuminating Ji Chazhi, who was like a chicken in soup, like a clown at a loss on the stage.

The men who had gathered together quickly dispersed, each grabbed a bath towel from the sofa to wrap his lower body, and walked to the sofa opposite the chaise longue with great interest, and the group of fruity women they were surrounded by were still pouting their heads inward in the shape of a circle, each with an eye patch on their faces, except for one who had fainted and was lying on the ground.

"I'm still so careless after knocking on the medicine, don't recruit someone like this next time."

A man lit a cigarette, scolded, swept her like a torch, turned his face sideways and whispered to the people around him.

Ji Chazhi had goosebumps inexplicably, and stood there motionless, in a dilemma.

"Come here."

Jing Chengcheng threw the matchbox in his hand on the coffee table at random, put away his legs and leaned down from the chaise longue, he didn't name him, but like everyone in this box, Ji Chazhi knew that Jing Chengcheng was calling her.