Wen Jingyu's body stiffened, and then a pair of big hands held her shoulders weakly, and then quickly let go.

Realizing that she had hit someone, she hurriedly apologized first, blaming the carpet in the corridor for being too sound-absorbing, and she couldn't hear any movement behind her.

Liang Xiaohan stretched out his hand and pulled Wen Jingyu to his side, and slowly spoke, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou." ”

"It doesn't matter."

Wen Jingyu raised her eyes and looked coldly, colliding with the man.

The man was tall, wearing a black shirt with an extremely refined fit and material, with half-rolled cuffs, a slightly open collar, and two unbuttoned buttons on the top, revealing a sharp Adam's apple and cold white skin.

Even under the death light like the ceiling lamp in the corridor, the delicate and three-dimensional facial features are still clearly distinguishable, especially the pair of sharp eyes under Ying Tingjian's eyebrows, which are completely different from the affectionate peach blossom eyes of Liang Xiaohan.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Wen Jingyu always feels that there is a trace of undisguised inquiry in his gaze staring at him.

After a brief moment of meeting, the man nodded at them and walked to the room at the end.

It seems to be Liang Xiaohan's guest.

Wen Jingyu's thoughts returned to their places, and she had no intention of staying here for a long time.

"I'm home."

"Go in and sit for a while, and I'll send you back later."

"No, you don't."

Liang Xiaohan made a killer move: "Ms. Xiao Yun is in a good mood today, baked cakes and biscuits, I told her that you are here with me, she has to send someone to send a copy over, and now she should be on the way." ”

Xiao Yun is Liang Xiaohan's mother, and she has always been kind to Wen Jingyu.

When she hesitated, Liang Xiaohan had already grabbed her wrist and walked into the room.

Unlike the green mist that filled the room before, the smell of smoke in the room has dissipated a lot at this moment.

There were six or seven people around the card table, Wen Jingyu looked at it, except for the man in the corridor who was accidentally bumped into by her, the rest were all familiar faces, the circle was so big, and Liang Xiaohan was surrounded by these faces.

"Tea?"

Liang Xiaohan didn't rush into the table, but personally welcomed Wen Jingyu to the sofa in the rest area.

"Mineral water is fine, I can't sleep at night after drinking tea."

"Okay, Princess Wen."

His joke attracted the sideways glances of several beautiful women on the side, they were all female companions brought by the men in this room, Wen Jingyu didn't know any of them, and she didn't plan to join their conversation.

Liang Xiaohan also returned to the table after handing over the water, and he could see it clearly from the angle of the rest area.

The stacks of exaggerated stacks of chips looked like buildings about to collapse, and as the situation was constantly overturned, they were scribbled up, and they were quietly observed, and they really captured a hint of a different atmosphere.

They seem to be particularly interested in that Mr. Zhou.

Unlike everyone else, who is surrounded by female companions, there is only a man in a suit and leather shoes standing behind the man, and he doesn't look like a bodyguard in shape and temperament, but the expressionless resolute face is quite intimidating.

The man in the suit answered the phone halfway through, and his expression finally showed a hint of relaxation, and he leaned over and whispered a few words to the man.

"Is the injury serious?"

When the man lowered his eyes, a light shadow fell on his eyelashes, and he blurted out a sentence in Cantonese.

"Said you'd better go back." The man in the suit also responded in Cantonese.

"Okay."

The betting on the table was in full swing, with four community cards revealed, and he only had a cursory glance at the two hole cards in front of the man.

"I'm sorry, something happened temporarily, so I can only get here here tonight."

He rose from his seat, his slender fingers flipped down the cuffs of his shirt, and buttoned the silver-trimmed mica buttons.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stood up.

"Michael, you stay settled." After he finished telling the man in the suit, he said thoughtfully, "As for this deck of cards." ”

The man's extremely faint gaze swept around the room for half a circle, and finally fixed the focus on Wen Jingyu.

"Let this young lady do it for me."

Wen Jingyu, who was suddenly named, was a little dazed and shocked, she pointed her fingertips to herself, and asked uncertainly, "Me?" ”

"I'm afraid Mr. Zhou chose the wrong object, she can't understand this." Liang Xiaohan shook the ice wine in his hand and cleared the siege.

"It's okay, if you win, it's hers, and if you lose, it's mine."

The waiter took the man's coat, took it, bowed to everyone, and left the room first.

In the next second, everyone's attention was focused on Wen Jingyu, which made her feel like she was riding a tiger.

"Please." The man in the suit named Michael reached out and gestured to the vacant seat.

"Forget it." Wen Jingyu didn't think it was appropriate, "I really don't know anything." ”

Let's not talk about her Texas skills, she knows how crazy the people in this room usually play, and besides, she is not related to that Mr. Zhou, so she can't afford such an adventurous entrustment.

Michael still insisted: "It's okay, it's just the end of the game." ”

Wen Jingyu subconsciously glanced at Liang Xiaohan, the man raised his eyebrows, and then nodded lightly.

Forget it, everyone doesn't care about winning or losing, so what is she so nervous.

It was Wen Jingyu's turn to bet on the round, and with the mentality of breaking the jar and falling, she didn't even look at the hole cards, and directly pushed out all the chips in front of her, full of momentum and neat.

Someone was already gasping.

"Princess Wen, are you playing all in?"

The one who spoke was Feng Yue, the young owner of the local group Dongcheng Construction, who loved to join in the fun, and liked to call her like this with Liang Xiaohan.

"Finish early and go home early." Wen Jing replied flatly.

"Cow, it's you." Feng Yue touched the tip of his nose, anyway, he didn't have the courage to call.

As long as one person is all in, then the next person must be all in, and everyone else here has also chosen to give up, except for Liang Xiaohan.

He stared at Wen Jingyu with an expected but amused expression, and then pushed all his chips up.

"Mr. Liang, sacrifice your life to accompany the beauty." Feng Yue shook his head.

The last public card turned over, Liang Xiaohan first showed the card, it was a pair, it was not bad or bad.

Everyone had the attitude of watching a good show, and they didn't expect any earth-shattering reversal at all, but the matter had come to this, Wen Jingyu gritted her teeth and threw out the hole cards.

The scene was instantly silent.

A good eye-catching straight flush.

……

No matter how much psychological preparation she had, when it came time to settle the account, Wen Jingyu was still frightened by the string of numbers.

Before leaving, Michael hoped that she would provide an account, but she politely declined.

As the old saying goes, no merit is not lost, and she dropped such a big piece of pie for no reason, and she felt that she was taking advantage of others even if she looked at it more.

The farce ended, and the people in the room also left one after another, but Feng Yue stayed until the end, and the gossip factor in his body was about to gush out.

"What do you say is the origin of this Zhou Rongye?" After he finished asking Liang Xiaohan, he turned to look at Fang Li in the corner, "Assistant Fang, have you checked it out?" ”

Fang Li was ashamed and shook his head: "It's because I don't have enough ability, you all know the situation on the surface, the headquarters of Boyu Capital is in Singapore, and they operated the sensational multinational hotel acquisition case three years ago, that Mr. Zhou is from Hong Kong, as for other private information, I'm sorry I can't find more for the time being." ”

Wen Jingyu, who was sitting on the sofa playing with her mobile phone, heard it very clearly, and was a little surprised that he was actually from Hong Kong, she suddenly remembered that her eccentric student was also a Hong Kong compatriot, and Zhou Haoyin's rich Hong Kong Pu was simply too recognizable.

Feng Yue sighed, frowned, and said: "Seeing that his age is about the same as ours, he can achieve this career at a young age, I can't believe that he has no capital behind him." ”

"It doesn't matter, as long as the price he gives is good enough."

There were no outsiders present, and Liang Xiaohan's slightly tired expression slowly floated up.

Fenglin Group is interested in selling a Grade A office building for cash, and Bo Yu is one of their target buyers, and he has been running around day and night for this matter recently, and finally got in touch with their group leader Zhou Rongye.

The mess is too big, and it's not as easy to clean up as you think.

On the way back, the driver drove the car, Wen Jingyu and Liang Xiaohan sat in the back row, one looking out the window, and the other closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"That kid hasn't come to you again, has he?"

Liang Xiaohan was referring to the orchestra colleague who harassed and stalked.

"Nope."

The man snorted contemptuously: "It's quite acquainted." ”

"I've been taught like that by you, how dare you do it again."

Liang Xiaohan opened his eyes, and turned his head sideways to find that Wen Jingyu was still staring at the street scene outside the window, her neck was white and slender, and her back always carried a kind of silence without distraction.

The ponytail tied high on the back of her head was a little loose, and Liang Xiaohan suddenly reached out and ripped off the black leather band like a ghost, and her long hair spread out like a waterfall in an instant.

Wen Jingyu turned back with some annoyance, and saw that he was wrapping the rubber band around his fingers with a smug expression.

How many years have passed, no matter what Liang Xiaohan's current value and status are, as long as he makes this kind of show-off expression, Wen Jingyu will realize that this person is still the male classmate who sat in the back row of her and liked to tease her.

"Give me back." She spread out her palms and said in a sarcastic tone, "How old are they?" ”

Liang Xiaohan was unmoved, and called slowly: "Wen Wen." ”

"What?"

"You still look good with your hair draped."

"What a nerve?"

Wen Jingyu scolded him in a low voice, quickly pulled out the rubber band, and then put it on his wrist without a trace.

After sending her home, Liang Xiaohan really took out the desserts made by Xiao Yun, inheriting Ms. Xiao's character of being perfect in everything, and even the packaging bags are as exquisite as luxury goods.

Mom and Dad had already fallen asleep, and there was only a night light left in the living room, Wen Jingyu put the paper bag on the dining table, turned around and went back to the room to take a hot shower.

When she came out of the bathroom, several missed calls were displayed on the mobile phone screen, which were from Zhou Haoyin.

Wen Jingyu didn't know what was the urgency of her finding herself at this point, so she didn't even bother to dry her hair, so she immediately called back.

The sound was busy for several times, but no one answered.

Just as she was about to hang up and redial, there was a sudden movement on the other end.

"Yinyin, what's wrong?"

Because of worry, she spoke a little fast.

"Is it Teacher Wen?"

Wen Jingyu was stunned for an instant.

It turned out to be a man's voice.