Compete with your nemesis to be a prodigal

Duan Zhuoheng's complexion was not good, and the others did not dare to continue to make trouble for him, for fear of accidentally offending the future head of the Duan family and being punished by the family after returning.

But staying here doesn't seem like a good idea either.

Duan Zhuoheng's aura of "I'm very unhappy" has almost flooded the entire lobby of the dormitory building.

The second-generation ancestors didn't care about the poor conditions of the double room right now, so they pulled up the sisters and brothers around them, and went to ask Liao Chen for the room card

Lu Bingwen glanced twice, but didn't move up.

It's not that he's not in a hurry, it's just that thinking about the attitude of those cronies who are afraid to avoid him, I'm afraid no one is willing to take the initiative to partner with him.

"Ugh."

With a long sigh, Lu Bingwen has lamented the cruelty of the world for countless times.

Duan Zhuoheng is probably in stark contrast to him now. With his current status, no matter how low the temperature around him is, there will definitely be people who pounce on him to curry favor.

Thinking of this, Lu Bingwen unconsciously looked towards him.

Unexpectedly, what he saw was not at all what he had imagined.

Surprisingly, his surroundings were cleaner than this down-and-out young master. Everyone stayed three meters away from him as if they had made an appointment, not daring to approach him.

Lu Bingwen frowned.

Ordinarily, it shouldn't be. I thought I lost my temper in public when I was in glory, but I never scared these people away.

Could it be because Duan Zhuoheng, the quasi-patriarch, has more prestige than himself, the heir?

Bah, bah, how is it possible? !

Lu Bingwen immediately put an end to this idea of ​​spoiling his own prestige, and secretly rolled his eyes.

It must be because I have been in regular contact with them a lot, and I am familiar with each other's temperament. Duan Zhuoheng has been abroad for so many years, some strangers dare not approach rashly.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it made sense. With a look of seeing through everything, Lu Bingwen smiled and looked at the crowd who were avoiding Duan Zhuoheng and walking towards the elevator.

Sensing the sight from behind, the baby-faced girl who was sitting with Cui Bo just now quietly tugged on his sleeve.

He asked in a low voice, "Brother Cui, what's going on with those two people?"

Cui Bo's eyes signaled her to stop talking, and when she got into the elevator and made sure that Duan Zhuoheng could not hear or see, he lowered his voice: "When they were in school, they had always been at odds, but everyone thought Duan Zhuoheng had so many brothers in his family. Sister, the Duan family will definitely not fall into his hands in the end, so they will all try to curry favor with Lu Bingwen, after all, Director Lu is only his son, so every time there is a group activity, Duan Zhuoheng will be isolated."

"It's a pity, in 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, the guy who was not favored by everyone at that time became the head of the Duan family, and the one who was favored by everyone just fell to the ground. If you were Duan Zhuoheng, what would you do now? What to do?"

After Cui Bo finished speaking, he glanced in the direction of the hall pointingly.

The girl's eyes widened, and she suddenly realized: "No wonder those who wanted to find brother Lu just now were all stared back by Mr. Duan."

The girl who thought she knew everything silently lit a candle for Lu Bingwen in her heart.

Lu Bingwen, who was still waiting in the lobby, naturally didn't know that he had become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in the eyes of others. He was worrying about whether to pick up the room card handed over by the staff.

Although Lu Bingwen already knew that the number of people who came today was an even number, and no one would place an order, but he was a little bit behind after all the calculations.

That is--

Duan Zhuoheng is also inside!

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people in the hall, and finally only himself and Duan Zhuoheng were left, Lu Bingwen regretted that he didn't read the almanac when he went out today.

"that……"

Others were afraid of Duan Zhuoheng, but Lu Bingwen was not. He ignored the room card in front of him, wanted to say that he was not used to living with others, and asked the staff if they had an extra room.

Unexpectedly, before he could say anything, Duan Zhuoheng who was on the side actually came over and rushed ahead of him and asked, "Is there really no spare room? I can add money!"

Oh, add money?

Before I had time to dislike you, you actually disliked me first?

Lu Bingwen was so angry that he couldn't care less about finding someone to ask for another room. He snatched the room card from the staff member and gave Duan Zhuoheng a glance: "Young Master Duan is so delicate, everyone can live here Can't you live?"

"I……"

Duan Zhuoheng subconsciously wanted to refute, but when he met Lu Bingwen's obviously competitive eyes, he suddenly turned around and said with a smirk: "Oh? So you can live too?"

"Tch, of course."

Lu Bingwen felt that he underestimated himself: "I'm not the same as you now. I've slept in worse places than this. What can't I live in?"

The smile on Duan Zhuoheng's face stiffened, but he quickly covered it up again.

"Well, let's go then."

"Ok?"

Lu Bingwen didn't react for a while, Duan Zhuoheng had already turned and walked towards the elevator.

He just now, does that mean - he gave up and continued to ask for a room?

In other words, do I really want to share a room with Duan Zhuoheng tonight? !

Lu Bingwen was actually in a very complicated mood, but when he glanced at Duan Zhuoheng's back, he looked completely composed, and of course he couldn't be cowardly!

Taking a few breaths, he turned around and followed quickly.

They just delayed the work for a while, and there was no one in the elevator room, so there was no need to wait any longer. Duan Zhuoheng raised his hand and pressed the button. After the elevator door opened, he turned sideways, signaling Lu Bingwen to go ahead.

Lu Bingwen was also polite, raised his chin, and entered the elevator with a haughty look.

Duan Zhuoheng then came in, glanced at the room number on the room card, and pressed the button on the 9th floor.

The elevator began to go up, and the two of them didn't speak a word during the whole process.

The ninth floor is not too high, and it takes about half a minute to arrive.

When getting off the elevator, it was the same as before. Lu Bingwen walked out first. He didn't intend to wait for Duan Zhuoheng, but when he lifted his foot, he suddenly realized that he didn't seem to know the room number.

No choice but to stop at the elevator door.

Duan Zhuoheng was just a few steps behind him. As soon as he got out of the elevator, he turned around and saw the frozen figure at the door. He secretly pursed the corner of his mouth, stepped forward and patted his left shoulder: "Go left, 912."

Lu Bingwen heard footsteps, but didn't expect him to pat himself, and was startled.

Originally, I wanted to yell back and say don't move your hands and feet, but I just moved my lips, and I didn't say anything after all.

Duan Zhuoheng seemed to be familiar with the layout here, found the room without much effort, raised his hand to swipe his card, and still asked Lu Bingwen to advance.

Liao Chen just said below that this is the staff dormitory, causing so many complaints, Lu Bingwen thought this room was similar to the express hotel he stayed in a few days ago.

It turned out that after entering, although the space inside was not large, it was small and well-equipped.

In addition to the small living room as soon as you enter the door, there is also a small kitchen in the corner to the left of the door, which is considered clean.

"not bad."

Lu Bingwen put the wine on the cooking table in the kitchen, and was going to check the bedroom.

Duan Zhuoheng, who came in after him, didn't seem to care at all. He didn't even look at the bedroom. He unbuttoned his suit and sat on the sofa with an imperceptible smile on his lips.

After a while, Lu Bingwen uttered a strong swear word from the bedroom——

"Grass!"

Duan Zhuoheng didn't look surprised at all, and when Lu Bingwen came out in a panic, he put away the smile at the corner of his mouth, and stood up blankly: "What's wrong?"

Although he knew it wasn't Duan Zhuoheng's fault, Lu Bingwen glared at him like he was angry: "They gave the wrong room card, and there is only one bed inside!"

"What? How did this happen?" Duan Zhuoheng frowned, picked up the phone, "I'll call Liao Chen."

Seeing his reaction, Lu Bingwen couldn't help trembling his eyelids, and quickly looked away: "Okay, hit him quickly."

Liao Chen answered the phone quickly, and Lu Bingwen vaguely heard him apologize on the phone, saying that the staff was probably negligent.

Duan Zhuoheng hummed lightly, and asked him if he could change another room.

At this moment, there was a sudden thunder outside, Lu Bingwen was taken aback, subconsciously covered his ears tightly, and couldn't hear what Liao Chen said clearly.

When he recovered from the shock, Duan Zhuoheng had put down his phone and stood in front of him, with a worried expression on his face: "Wenwen, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Lu Bingwen closed his eyes, feeling a little impatient, "Did you finish the call? What did Mr. Liao say?"

Duan Zhuoheng hesitated for a moment, put down his half-outstretched hand, and took a deep breath: "He said that the staff below might have made a mistake. Originally, this room was intended to be reserved for two girls, but now everyone has gone back to their own rooms. It’s been a while, so it’s not good to continue to adjust.”

"Adjustment? What do you mean? In such a large building, is there no other spare room?"

"Originally there were," Duan Zhuoheng told him to sit down on the sofa first, "but apart from us today, there are still a bunch of drivers, and those rooms have already been arranged for them to live in."

Duan Zhuoheng's words were sincere, and he didn't seem to be lying, but Lu Bingwen couldn't believe it for some reason.

Thinking of 7436's ability to hack into the surveillance system of the Sugan Hotel last night, thousands of miles away, I was going to find it to confirm.

[System system, is he telling the truth? 】

[I don’t know, host, I don’t know what happened to my additional program, it’s locked by the main system, and now I can’t do anything except release tasks and rewards...]

7426's tone was a little frustrated.

Lu Bingwen wanted to comfort it, but now is obviously not the time.

He turned his head and glanced at Duan Zhuoheng who consciously sat next to him: "So tonight, we must sleep in the same bed?"

"uh-huh."

After a while, Duan Zhuoheng changed back to that unflattering look, and raised his eyebrows: "Why, Wenwen, don't you want to?"

"What do you think?" Lu Bingwen glanced at him.

When he was about to continue talking, there was a sudden knock on the door of the room.

Duan Zhuoheng coughed lightly: "Well, I'll open the door first."

Probably because Liao Chen felt that everyone was not in the mood to go down to eat anymore, so he asked the kitchen to prepare the meal and sent someone to bring it up.

Duan Zhuoheng opened the door and asked the person who delivered the food to put the dishes on the small dining table by the kitchen. He took out the bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen and arranged them before going to invite Lu Bingwen.

"Let's eat first. I just drank wine. If I don't eat something, my stomach will feel uncomfortable."

Lu Bingwen lowered his head and patted his stomach. He was indeed a little hungry, and it was not too late to argue with Duan Zhuoheng, so there was no need to treat him badly, so he nodded and got up.