Six hundred and eighty thousand, the final word. Gu Xijun's night was photographed by a mysterious man surnamed Shen, and the audience was in an uproar.
Gu Xijun was led by a young man and brought to the superior room in Half Moon Bay.
Standing outside the luxurious solid wood door, the other party looked at her carefully, and said with a malicious smile: Mr. Shen said, accompany his distinguished guests.
An elegant smile floated, Gu Xijun nodded slightly, clamped his handbag and pushed the door in.
In the dimly lit room, the strong smell of alcohol greeted me. The tall man stood shirtless in front of the window and spoke on the phone in a low voice.
Uncle Shen, the negotiated contract is already the best meeting gift. The muscles of the man's back are beautiful, and they move rhythmically with the movements of his limbs: I don't need to have fun for the time being, I have to get up early tomorrow to catch a plane, so be it, hang up.
The atmosphere cooled down suddenly, Gu Xijun walked behind the man slowly, and said softly: Hello sir, I'm Jenny.
Looking back at the voice, Cheng Zihao's cold gaze fell on the woman wearing a pink cheongsam. He realized that it should be someone arranged by Mr. Shen to enter the room, but he didn't expect it to be the woman in front of him.
He was stunned at first, then flashed a look of surprise, half-squinted, looked at Gu Xijun thoughtfully, and said slowly for a long time: You are the woman arranged by Mr. Shen?
Well. Gu Xijun's charming face flushed slightly, and the smile on her lips was mixed with a casual sarcasm: Sir, do you want to take a shower first?
The cold air mixed with the intensity of vodka is extremely ambiguous. Cheng Zihao thought for a moment, and the surprise in his eyes gradually retracted, replaced by an impenetrable profundity.
He didn't reply, and went in the direction of the bathroom without saying a word. Soon after the frosted screen, there was the sound of water, Gu Xijun looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the red wine at the bar.
The two delicate goblets shone blindingly in the light, and Gu Xijun quickly took out two white pills from his bag and threw them into one of them without hesitation.
When Cheng Zihao came out of the bath, he saw such an eye-catching picture: a graceful woman leaning lazily on the sofa, gently shaking the red wine in the cup, and her misty eyes had a kind of seductive charm.
The other end of the sofa soon collapsed, and a coquettish voice sounded: Sir, toast to our beautiful tonight.
The slightly cool wine glass was against Cheng Zihao's hand at the right time, his sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he didn't reach out to take it.
Don't like red wine? I'll give you a new drink. Gu Xijun seemed to see through the hesitation in the other party's eyes, and was about to put down the wine glass, but his wrist was already held by a big burning hand.
Cheng Zihao's expression quickly recovered his composure, snatched the glass of red wine that Gu Xijun had drunk in his hand and drank it all, his voice became hoarse.
Are you so patient with every man?
No, you are the first and the last. Gu Xijun casually untied his bun, and the broken hair that half-covered his face had a unique flavor. Sir, shall I sing you a song?
Cheng Zihao was silent for a moment, and his thin lips opened lightly: Okay!
The close-fitting pink cheongsam slowed down Gu Xijun's pace, she stood in the center of the room, bowed slightly, and her orchid fingers closed in a beautiful arc.
Gu's mother was born on the book network, and she has put a lot of thought into Gu Xijun's music cultivation since she was a child.
Shui Ling's black eyes flashed with a small light, and Gu Xijun's ethereal and graceful voice sounded slowly, filling the dim room.
The end of the world
Looking for a soulmate
The little sister sings and plays the piano
Love, love, love
The friendship of adversity is deep
Perhaps because of the drinking, Gu Xijun's singing made Cheng Zihao's tired body tense suddenly, and the feeling of numbness naturally surged from somewhere.