Cat boyfriend is flirtatious and cowardly

Grandpa Jiang Zhihe's [-]th birthday party was held in a luxurious villa in the outskirts of Yiyang City, and all the people who were invited were prominent figures in the officialdom.

Half a month before the birthday banquet, Jiang Xianghuai traveled all over Yiyang City in order to take pictures of his father's favorite painting. The famous paintings are enough to show the importance attached to this birthday party.

When Ou Luan arrived at the suburban villa safely, Jiang Zhihe was wearing a pure black close-fitting suit, and entered the villa with Jiang Xianghuai.

On the left side of him is a simple metal brooch, and the indifferent expression on his face looks more and more impersonal against the reflective brooch on his heart.

Walking through the corridor of the villa and stepping into the banquet hall, Jiang Zhihe nodded slightly, wrapping his whole body with an aura of not getting close to strangers.

Jiang Xianghuai on the right hand nodded towards the man who was walking towards them with a faint smile on his lips.

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang has arrived early and is waiting for you in the lounge on the second floor."

"Understood." Jiang Xianghuai skipped him and went straight to the elevator: "Find a place to play by yourself."

There is no doubt that the last sentence was addressed to Jiang Zhihe who came with them.Seeing that Jiang Xianghuai didn't intend to stay, the man didn't say hello to Jiang Zhihe, turned around and followed Jiang Xianghuai into the elevator.

A lot of people have already come to the hall, Jiang Zhihe glanced lightly at the gorgeously dressed people, his dark pupils were full of sarcasm.

This banquet? It is said that Jiang Xianghuai held it to celebrate his father's [-]th birthday, but it is not true.At least Jiang Zhihe knew that Jiang Xianghuai was taking this opportunity to celebrate his father to make more connections in the political circles.

On the right side of the hall, Zhou Shui was surrounded by the guests, talking and laughing with others while toasting.

Jiang Zhihe moved his fingers hanging by his side, and he used his fingertips to gently scratch the raised phone line in his suit pants.

Not far away, Zhou Shui took a sip of the red wine with a goblet, and her slender eyes fell on him through the chattering and laughing people around her. She lightly raised her chin, signaling Jiang Zhihe to come over.

Jiang Zhihe lowered his eyelashes, turned around as if he didn't see it, and left.

When they turned around and walked in the opposite direction of the banquet hall, Jiang Zhihe vaguely saw Zhou Shui's unpredictable expression.

He? Didn't go very far, just stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows? Quietly watching the scenery.

Suburbia sounds wild and wild, but it's not.

As early as two years ago, Jiang Xianghuai and Guan Jin jointly invested in the development of this suburb, from a deserted island to a gorgeous, classical, grand, romantic and solemn sea view villa area.

The gloomy castle emits warm yellow lights, decorated with people's dirty desires and ambitions.

Some people need wealth, while others need power.

"Hey, why are you hiding here alone?"

"Aren't you boring?"

The sudden appearance of Guan Shuang didn't bring Jiang Zhihe back to his senses. Their eyes still stayed on the small black spot under the light outside the transparent glass, observing very carefully.

Someone was running outside. As for why they were running, Jiang Zhihe didn't bother to guess, nor did he bother to guess.

"Why are you ignoring people?" Guan? He stretched out his hands and pulled Jiang Zhihe's sleeves, and said in a coquettish tone, "It's been a month since I've seen you, right? Don't you want to chat? Are you talking? "

Jiang Zhihe avoided her hand calmly, turned his head to look at her, and met Guan's eyes, which contained complacency, desire, and perhaps a lot of things he couldn't understand .

Guan Yu looked at him in a daze. After a while, she raised her willow eyebrows and showed a sweet smile to Jiang Zhihe: "Huh? I'm disappointed?"

"Miss your little boyfriend?"

Jiang Zhihe's black eyes were full of confusion, but Guan Yushuang started chatting regardless, and didn't care that Jiang Zhihe would? Wouldn't? Respond: "Don't look at me with this look, the way your little boyfriend looks at you It can burn you, it's hard for me not to find out."

"Oh, that's right." Guan Shuang seemed to think of something, leaned his body and approached Jiang Zhihe, and whispered softly: "Your dad also knows."

"I told him? He? Didn't do anything to you, did he? Huh?"

While talking, she laughed, and she looked at the boy in front of her with a funny look. This boy who didn't belong to him.

Stimulating them with the most disgusting words, Jiang Zhihe, whom she met earlier than Gu Ran, since she can't get it, destroy it.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhihe also frowned and smiled, his brow bones are very beautiful, and when the corner of his mouth is smiling, it sets off the tenderness and affection at the end of his brows.

He leaned over close to Guan's ears, the damp heat from his exhalation burned Guan's heart tightly, and then, Jiang Zhihe's cold and emotionless voice came into her eardrums: "Do I have to thank you?" You, huh?"

She clearly said polite words, but Guan Yushuang felt inexplicably terrified. She opened her eyes wide and stared fixedly at him for a while.

She wanted to say something, but said nothing.

After a long time, the banquet hall became more and more lively, and people gradually passed by them. Jiang Zhihe glanced at her, and said softly, "I hope, see you tomorrow."

Jiang Zhihe left, Guan Yushuang stood there blankly, with a dazed expression.

Jiang Xianghuai helped Mr. Jiang out of the elevator.

Fortunately, the banquet started right away. The host stood on the stage to announce the opening. Zhou Shui, who was chatting and laughing among the guests just now, rushed over and helped Mr. Jiang onto the stage together.

Although Mr. Jiang is [-] years old, he looks hale and hearty. As the protagonist of today's banquet, he gave a speech first, followed by Jiang Xianghuai's speech.

Jiang Zhihe stood behind the crowd, looking at the three people on the stage with cold eyes.

"Jiang Zhihe?"

Jiang Zhihe withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at the source of the voice.

It's Yuan Jiu, he? He's here too.

Like Jiang Zhihe, he also wears a slim-fitting suit with a brighter color. It is not as dull and serious as Jiang Zhihe's style, but the azure blue suit that girls prefer. There is a jewelry brooch on the left side .

Jiang Zhihe nodded lightly: "Yuan Jiu."

They are not very familiar with each other, even if they are in the same class, they seldom talk, even the most basic communication with classmates.

Except for a little more interaction with Gu Ran and Ji Lin recently.

Yuan Jiu's temperament is very casual, not Gu Ran's introvertedness, nor Jiang Zhihe's indifference.

He is lukewarm towards anyone, and there is always a layer of veil between the relationship, which cannot be surpassed or entered.

"How are you doing recently?" Yuan Jiu asked? He?

Jiang Zhihe raised his head and glanced not far away, with no expression on his face: "It's pretty good."

Yuan Jiu nodded when she heard the words, and asked casually, "Are you still going to school this semester?"

Jiang Zhihe was silent for a moment, and said, "Yes?"

Yuan Jiu smiled faintly, and didn't ask what? Instead, he raised his head together with him and looked at the smiling Jiang Xianghuai on the stage.

He thought, if Jiang Zhihe knew that Gu Ran had changed, would he still say "very good" like now?

When Jiang Xianghuai finished his speech, the waiter poured the rich light golden liquid into the champagne tower on the top floor. When the first floor was full, it poured down to the next floor, and the banquet was announced to begin.

Zhou Shui held Jiang Xianghuai's arm, and Jiang Zhihe stood behind them. Zhou Shui would know who Jiang Xianghuai was talking to. He nodded slightly, and then introduced their only son with Jiang Xianghuai. .

After listening to the introduction, the guests would subconsciously look at Jiang Zhihe, who was already tall and striking, and they held the goblets in their hands, toasted him through the air, and then raised their heads to sip mouthed.

Jiang Zhihe held his cup with indifferent eyes, facing a group of vain guests, he didn't intend to pay back.

Jiang Xianghuai's face changed, and then he smiled and changed the subject.

Guan Jinjin walked over with strides, and Jiang Xianghuai leaned forward to meet him. Guan Jin put both hands on Guan Jinjin's arms, and his eyes lost the complacency just now.

Halfway through the banquet, Jiang Xianghuai smiled and said a few words to the people around him, then went straight to the elevator with Guan Jin.

Zhou Shui intended to stay with Jiang Zhihe and Guan Yushuang, and greeted Guan Yushuang with a smile. After a while, he called a waiter and asked him where the lounge on the third floor was.

The waiter put his posture very low, bowed and said: "Please follow me." He took Zhou Shui and left the banquet hall.

Jiang Zhihe didn't care about his emotions at this time, and followed the elevator up the stairs.

The banquet downstairs? It was very lively, but the upstairs was undoubtedly quiet.

The fun is about to begin.

The penultimate room on the left on the second floor is the lounge used by Jiang Xianghuai. Jiang Zhihe walked lightly and stopped at the door of the last lounge.

The voices of talking inside came from the thin door. Their voices were very low, but Jiang Zhihe could still hear them clearly.

He lowered his head and straightened the cuff buttons with a smile on his lips. After the voice inside stopped, he turned and left.

Yuan Jiu came with his father. He wasn't very interested in this kind of false banquet. He just heard that the person who held this banquet was named Jiang. Then he asked the teacher for leave after school in the afternoon. followed.

As he thought, the person surnamed Jiang was Jiang Zhihe's grandfather and father.

Guan? Shuang was wearing a bright dress and sat in the corner, drinking deceitfully.

Standing not far away, Jiang Zhihe raised his hand to call for a waiter. He randomly picked up a glass of wine and asked him, "Please do me a favor. See the woman in a white dress in the right corner After waiting for 10 minutes, tell her that Uncle Jiang asked her to go to the third-to-last lounge on the third floor."

The waiter understood and nodded in agreement.

Jiang Zhihe thanked him with a smile, then turned his head to look at Yuan Jiu, nodded slightly, then turned around again and left.

Jiang Zhihe was always silent. When faced with many girls from other families who came forward to strike up a conversation, Jiang Zhihe glanced at the watch on his wrist and saw that it was less than 10 minutes before the start of the show. Changed from the usual routine, even perfunctory? Not at all, and went straight upstairs.

When turning the corner on the third floor, Jiang Zhihe bumped into Jiang Xianghuai, who ignored him and walked around him to the lounge where Zhou Shui was.

Without hesitation, Jiang Zhihe turned around and followed him.

Jiang Xianghuai knew that Jiang Zhihe was following, but he remained silent, only blocking the door before entering.

Jiang Zhihe held the edge of the door in time to prevent the door from closing completely.

"Who is it?" Zhou Shui who was inside asked softly, "Who is blocking the door?"

Jiang Zhihe didn't speak, his dark eyes stared at Jiang Xianghuai's.

After a while, Jiang Xianghuai let out a chuckle and let go of his hand.

Jiang Zhihe took advantage of the situation and entered sideways, closing the door with his backhand.

"Lock the door," Jiang Xianghuai ordered.

Jiang Zhihe's gaze moved horizontally, and met the gaze of Zhou Shui behind Jiang Xianghuai. They only looked at each other for a second, and then looked away from each other.

"Lock it up." Jiang Xianghuai ordered again, but this time the tone was obviously much heavier.

Jiang Zhihe twitched his eyes, they? They looked alike, even the look of disdain in their eyes was identical.

Jiang Xianghuai stared at them quietly. The air was very quiet, but the sound of disordered footsteps and deep breathing could be heard outside the door.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Zhihe moved. He? Turned sideways? Grabbed the handle and turned it, and the door was locked.

The lounge was very small, Zhou Shui sat on the sofa with his shawl folded.

This room is more of an abnormal lounge than a real guest room.The space is not very large, and it is filled with many special supplies and instruments of torture. There is even an electric shock rod and a bottle of medicine marked with English letters on the unremarkable round table in the corner.

Jiang Zhihe looked at the guest room without avoiding it, and Jiang Xianghuai walked into the center, smiling nonchalantly as if he had entered his own special show.

Jiang Xianghuai reached out his hand to touch the leather whip hanging on the wall, his eyes were burning hot, the bracket frame was covered with many silver needles, some were clean, and some were stained with red blood.

After touching them one by one, he cast his eyes on the unremarkable round table, held the medicine bottle for a while, and then put it back in place.

Jiang Zhihe, who was standing in the porch, and Zhou Shui, who was sitting on the sofa, turned a blind eye to Jiang Xianghuai's actions.

Jiang Xianghuai finally picked up the electric shock baton. He was obviously very interested, he weighed it in his hand, and then sat back on the sofa with his legs folded on the edge of the coffee table.

"Sit down."

Jiang Zhihe stared at him with downcast eyes. He looked at the electric shock baton in his hand for a long time, and with Jiang Xianghuai's half smile in his eyes, he walked over and sat down.

Zhou Shui put the shawl on the sofa beside him, bent over and poured a glass of red wine for Jiang Xianghuai.

Sitting on the sofa diagonally across from Jiang Xianghuai, Jiang Zhihe looked at this power-hungry couple and had a premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, the next second, Jiang Xianghuai held the goblet and threw it over.

Jiang Zhihe reacted quickly, stretching out to cover his eyes, the goblet hit the back of his hand, and then bounced to the edge of the coffee table not far away, and smashed to pieces with a bang.

"Hiding for what?" Jiang Xianghuai pulled a tissue to wipe the red wine that accidentally spilled on his hands: "Did I allow you to hide? Why are you so disobedient?"

He? Doing the most graceful movements, he wrapped the paper towels in his hand and threw them on the ground. After tidying up his suit coat for himself slowly, he picked up the electric shock baton and stood up. Zhihe walked over.