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Jiang Xingxing returned to the banquet hall, Zhou Xie was still chatting with a group of bigwigs, and had no intention of leaving.Bored, he sat back to the corner, took a glass of juice, and sipped it.

After a while, a person sat in the empty seat next to him.The man threw the car keys on the table and made a loud noise when they hit the glass turntable.

Jiang Xingxing glanced at the car keys subconsciously. As soon as he glanced over, the person next to him stretched out his hand: "Hello, Anton Real Estate, CFO Guo Xiaopeng."

Jiang Xingxing quickly put down the cup in his hand, and stretched out his hand: "Hi, Mr. Guo, Qunying Group, Jiang Xingxing."

When he stretched out his hand, he turned his head to look at the man named Guo Xiaopeng, and found that he was very young and good-looking.

Guo Xiaopeng smiled: "Yes, I saw you and Mr. Zhou together. Are you his...?"

The eyes narrowed, and the tail tone was drawn out, a little probing.

Jiang Xingxing pulled his hand back: "Assistant."

Guo Xiaopeng gave a long "Oh", looked him up and down several times calmly, took out a business card from his arms and handed it over: "You are in the capital, and you are not familiar with the place... I live upstairs 3306, come to me anytime if you need anything.”

Jiang Xingxing thought that like everyone else, he also wanted to know Zhou Xie, so he took the business card with both hands and said thank you.

Guo Xiaopeng didn't plan to leave after sending the business card, he raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you going to give me your business card?"

Jiang Xingxing snorted and scratched his head in embarrassment. He has never had his own business card in his life.

Guo Xiaopeng understood it, and said very understandingly: "It's fine if you don't bring it. But, can I add your WeChat?"

Jiang Xingxing hesitated for a moment, then took out his phone.

It was said to be a "lunch banquet", but when it really ended, it was close to six o'clock in the evening, and it was almost dark.

Zhou Xie saw off the important guests in the private passage. After looking back and forth, there were no outsiders. He took off his suit jacket, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned it below the style button, looking decadent and sexy.

Jiang Xingxing took the coat from his hand, glanced lightly at his open chest, and asked him, "Boss, should we eat first or take a rest first?"

At this time, a black extended version of the Bentley Mulsanne parked steadily at the door, the driver got down and opened the door, Zhou Xie bowed and got into the car: "Get in the car, I will take you to a place."

The place Zhou Xie mentioned was quite far from the urban area, and with the approaching off-get off work time, there was traffic everywhere, and it took more than two hours to reach the destination.

This is a private winery located in the suburbs of Beijing, covering an area of ​​thousands of acres. Except for the above-ground buildings of the winery, there is only a three-story villa standing alone.In such a large place, there is no trace of development at all, and anyone with a discerning eye can see it at a glance. This is not something that can be done simply by having money.

Zhou Xie took him out of the car in front of the winery, opened the heavy door with ease, and Shi Shiran walked in, just like walking into his own living room.

After walking a few steps, someone finally greeted him.It was a small woman of Southeast Asian descent, she was not young, she couldn't speak Chinese, she could only gesture with her hands: "It's quite an example, quite an example."

"Quite an example" took them down a flight of stairs, and Jiang Xingxing saw a long, almost invisible end-to-end corridor, narrow and dark, with a small inconspicuous light emitting dim light every few meters.

Jiang Xingxing walked in the corridor, feeling uneasy for no reason. He always felt that this place was very similar to the "destroyed corpse" and "haunted house" in horror and suspense movies. trading place".

Just as the blockbusters were going on in his mind, Zhou Xie, who was walking in front, slowed down and turned to look at him.

With just one glance, Zhou Xie could tell from the expression on his face that Jiang Xingxing was afraid.

Zhou Xie stopped right where he was, stretched his arms over Jiang Xingxing's shoulders, and whispered in his ear, "Don't be afraid, even if there is real danger, I will protect you and let you go out first."

It was originally a comforting word, but Zhou Xie deliberately teased him, and his tone was particularly depressing. Matching the gloomy atmosphere around him, Jiang Xingxing was scared into white sweat.

Seeing his gradually pale face, Zhou Xie laughed outright, causing "Quite Example" to look back at the two of them frequently.

Jiang Xingxing walked forward stiffly, almost starting to move forward with his hands and feet.

I don't know when, the air began to be filled with a faint woody aroma, and the smell became stronger as you walked in.

Finally at the end of the corridor, "Quite Example" opened a door and signaled them to go in.

Zhou Xie thanked people politely, walked in with Jiang Xingxing's shoulders in his arms.

The moment he entered the door, Jiang Xingxing subconsciously swallowed his saliva, all the muscles in his body tensed unconsciously, and he put on a posture that he was ready to escape at any time.

This is a large underground wine cellar, extending in all directions, with no end in sight, and echoes when spoken.

Not far ahead, there is a large open space with a particularly large sofa, coffee table, and finished wine cabinet placed on it.Hearing the movement, the two got up from the sofa, and one of them said: "If you don't come again, I will lock the door."

With a low voice and a distant and cold tone, Jiang Xingxing saw that it was the "Old Shao" from last night.

Standing next to Lao Shao was a boy, very young, tall and thin, with a first-class appearance, revealing an aura of "not stingy".

The two of them stood together, they didn't look very close, but there was an inexplicable aura lingering around them, Jiang Xingxing felt a little strange.

Zhou Xie snorted, and patted Jiang Xingxing's arm with the hand that was holding Jiang Xing's shoulder: "Shao Huaicheng, you can call him... Brother Shao." Then he raised his chin at Shao Huaicheng, "Jiang Xingxing." Even if the introduction is over.

Jiang Xingxing nodded towards Shao Huaicheng, and called Brother Shao.

Shao Huaicheng nodded halfway in response, and looked him up and down. His eyes were not very sharp, but Jiang Xingxing was inexplicably flustered. The fear of "meeting the teacher" and "meeting the leader" crept into his heart again.

Shao Huaicheng finally looked at Zhou Xie's hand, raised his eyebrows, and asked without beginning or end, "It's done?"

Zhou Xie didn't answer him, and asked the boy next to him with a smile: "Zhou Xie, what's the name of the little brother?"

The boy put his hands in his pockets and casually called out his name: "He Qi."

Zhou Xie nodded, rubbed Jiang Xingxing's head with his hand, and said in a low voice, "I have something to discuss with you Brother Shao, you and He Qi can go to the bar nearby for a drink, does he have good wine here?" Little, let He Qi find it for you."

He Qi took a look at Shao Huaicheng, and seeing that he agreed, he copied the notebook on the table without hesitation, and walked forward without even thinking about Jiang Xingxing.

Jiang Xingxing stood where he was, clearly feeling He Qi's repulsion. When he was hesitating, Zhou Xie rubbed his neck a few times: "It's okay, He Qi is a nice person. I won't be here for long, you can You can play with your mobile phone, and you can also taste wine. I'll find you as soon as I'm done here."

With his words, Jiang Xingxing finally mustered up the courage to follow He Qi into the wine cellar.And He Qi didn't care whether he kept up or not at all, he had already walked a long way, swayed around a corner, and disappeared.

Jiang Xingxing panicked and hurried forward, only to hear Shao Huaicheng behind him curse: "Forget it, cut it off."

Zhou Xie also cursed back, but he didn't catch it.

Jiang Xingxing found He Qi in a wine tasting room in the wine cellar. The latter was already half leaning on the sofa, with his drawing books spread out on his lap, drawing as if no one else was around.

Seeing him coming in, he didn't even lift his eyelids: "Take whatever you want, it doesn't matter if you hit him."

The voice is a nice boyish voice, but a little too cold.

Jiang Xingxing snorted, not intending to drink. He sat across from He Qi, glanced at the drawing book on He Qi's lap, and asked him cautiously: "Do you like drawing?"

Being able to persist in creating in such an environment must be love.

He Qi was noncommittal and didn't answer.

Jiang Xingxing stuck out his tongue and gave himself the answer: "I like it too."

He Qi remained silent, and the tasting room was so quiet for a while that there was only the rustling of pencils on the drawing paper.

Jiang Xingxing sat for a while, getting so bored that he took out his phone and started playing iMillion.Afraid of disturbing He Qi's creation, he deliberately turned off the volume of the phone and played the game silently.

After playing more than a dozen levels in a row, He Qi finally raised his eyelids from the drawing book, glanced at him, and landed on his mobile phone.

"This." He Qi pointed to his mobile phone, "Can I have a look?"

Jiang Xingxing snorted, not sure what was so interesting about his phone, but handed it to him anyway.

He Qi took the phone, turned over to look at his phone case without looking at the screen, and was very interested in the patterns on it.

Jiang Xingxing's mobile phone case is a cartoon girl, everything is perfect, except that a band-aid has been pasted on the heart, which makes this cute picture a little more weird.

He Qi raised his eyebrows: "Where did you buy it? Do you know who painted it?"

Jiang Xingxing let out an oh, and thought to himself that he was interested in this painting.He pointed to his nose: "Me."

This painting was drawn by himself, and the little girl in the painting is Dafu, a cute little girl with congenital heart disease.

He Qi pointed at the Band-Aid: "What do you mean?"

Jiang Xingxing thought for a while and felt nothing, so he told him about Dafu's situation.

I don't know which sentence hit He Qi's heart, but after Jiang Xingxing finished talking about Dafu's illness, He Qi became a lot more enthusiastic - of course, compared with himself, compared with others is still limited.

The two exchanged a few words, and Jiang Xingxing knew that He Qi was only 22 years old, but he was already a well-known tattoo artist in the whole country.

He Qi threw the notebook in front of him: "If you want a tattoo, you can come to me, anywhere."

Jiang Xingxing flipped through his notebook. They were all random creative records, and almost every piece was... dark and distorted.

The lighting in the tasting room was dim, and combined with these pictures, Jiang Xingxing's heart was on edge.

The two chatted for a while, when footsteps were heard not far away, Zhou Xie came to pick them up in person.

When he arrived at the sofa area, Jiang Xingxing watched Shao Huaicheng pull He Qi into his arms, and He Qi struggled a little, cursed "I'm sick" and sat obediently in his arms inside.

Jiang Xingxing: "..."

With the beautiful woman in Shaohuai City in her arms, she glanced at Zhou Xie provocatively. The latter touched her nose, her eyes tilted, and she sneaked a look at Jiang Xingxing, but met Jiang Xingxing's shocked eyes, and coughed dryly.

Shao Huaicheng sneered: "Trash."

Zhou Xie: "..."

Jiang Xingxing: "...?"

Long experience.