My wife is stupid, she always wants to slap me

Six years ago, Wen Biehe took over the land development project in the south of the city from his uncle.

At that time, he had no idea how deep the case was, and it even involved local black forces. His uncle just dug a hole for him to jump into.

At the dinner to discuss the acquisition, the host invited several small stars, including Jiang Zhaohe.

When Wen Biehe arrived at the private room, several men with beer bellies had entered the table with their little lovers in their arms.

Jiang Zhaohe was especially refreshing among the greasy middle-aged people and smeared starlets. He was wearing a beige hooded sweater and sitting on the side, like a college student who had gone to the wrong place.

As soon as Wen Biehe entered the room, his eyes fell on him. It happened that Jiang Zhaohe looked up at the door, and the two met their eyes.

At that moment, there was only one thought in Wen Biehe's mind, that is, this boy's eyes are really pretty.

It doesn't mean that the eyes are so different from others, but that there is an aura in them, which makes them look lively and affectionate.

After recovering, Wen Biehe greeted the bosses in the room, and sat down directly beside Jiang Zhaohe.

He didn't understand why such a good-looking person was sitting on the bench by himself. Are everyone in this room blind?

He later found out that before he came in, Jiang Zhaohe used a fork to nail the sleeve of a boss who wanted to reach out and pull him to the table. With such force, the fork could be inserted into the man's arm two centimeters closer.

Wen Biehe didn't know at the time that the harmless-looking beauty beside him was a dangerous person, so after he found out that he had been drugged, he immediately lowered his head and asked Jiang Zhaohe beside him for help, asking him to take him out of here.

Jiang Zhaohe tilted his head and looked at him, as if to confirm whether he was trying to find an excuse to be a hooligan, or if he was really in a bad state.

Before he could tell, the leader at the meeting winked at the little star beside him.

The little star put down his wine glass, stuck to Wen Biehe's body like a boneless body, and insisted on helping him to go upstairs to rest in the reserved room.

Wen Biehe was dizzy from the smell of the perfume on her body, and threw her away.

Jiang Zhaohe saw this scene and chose to believe him.

An enemy who may be an enemy is a friend. Jiang Zhaohe thinks that there are no good people in this room, so the person that the group of people in the room want to design should not be a bad person.

Wen Biehe pushed away the little star who was coming to help him, and wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"Don't touch me! It's so ugly, I want him to take me to rest."

As he spoke, he stood up and staggered and fell on Jiang Zhaohe.

No one knew about Wen Biehe's sexual orientation, and no one expected such an accident to happen.

But it doesn't matter who he goes upstairs with, the camera above has been set up, no matter who he goes upstairs with, it's just waiting to take pictures and threaten him.

The manager, who was very dissatisfied with Jiang Zhaohe's performance tonight, kept winking at him when he saw this.

After he helped Wen Biehe to leave, he took out his phone and sent him a text message, asking him to 'serve' Mr. Wen well.

If he gets next to this cash cow, isn't he more promising than that little bitch who got on the company's high-level bed?

Jiang Zhaohe dragged Wen Biehe into the room with great effort, and as soon as he entered the door, Jiang Zhaohe threw him onto the bed.

Rubbing his sore shoulder, he turned around and was about to go out.

Wen Biehe was lying on the bed, struggling to get up with red eyes.

"You... stay, I can give you whatever you want."

He had never done such a thing with others before, and he said this impulsively, not only because he was tortured to the extreme by desire, but also because this man really fit his eyes.

Jiang Zhaohe said 'hey', turned around to look at him, and smiled playfully.

I didn't expect that I really helped a hooligan.

He looked at the thin lips of the man who was panting lightly, and his eyes followed the tall bridge of the nose to rest on the pair of slanted eyes.

This is a handsome and recognizable face, with a flirtatious look.

Jiang Zhaohe touched his chin and said maliciously: "Do you really want me to stay and help you?"